My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 796 Pyramid

Two days later.

High in the air, Ethan put his feet on the opposite sofa.

When the lanterns start to rise, the lights are gorgeous.

Through the porthole, he stared blankly at the bright night view of Medellin, watching the city gradually go away.

Matt stayed in Columbia to deal with the follow-up matters.

After spending two days and nights with Catherine, he and Phillips boarded a private jet and headed home.

My work still needs to continue, and Phillips also needs to go back and report.

Glancing at the FBI special agent lying on the sofa, Ethan gradually closed his eyelids amidst the faint hum of the engine.

After a nearly seven-hour flight, the private jet landed in Chicago.

The hatch opened, and there was the sound of footsteps.

Leaping forward lightly, with both feet firmly on the ground, Ethan raised his arms and stretched comfortably, and there was a crackling sound.

Return to a familiar place, return to your own territory.

That sense of comfort came spontaneously.

The morning sun shone on his face, and his heart suddenly became more at ease.

"Thank you."

After receiving the car keys handed over by the staff, Ethan looked at Phillips: "How about it, are you planning to go back to New York, or come to my house?"

"Let's talk next time!"

Phillips changed into the same cheap black suit, with sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

He clapped hands with Ethan and said with a smile:
"I'm in a hurry, I'm going back to New York first."

"correct."

After buttoning up his sunglasses, he looked around and whispered, "Since you bastard has been hanging out with Catherine for the past two days, there are some things that Matt doesn't have time to communicate with you."

"Shet!"

Ethan pushed him, rolled his eyes and said:

"Do you still have the nerve to say that you think I don't know that two bastards, you and Matt, went to Bogota to find a girl?"

"I despise you for not calling your brothers together."

"Shh."

A slender, powerful middle finger was raised fiercely.

"Cough~~~"

Phillips coughed a few times and said calmly, "Don't care about these details."

"Speak the truth."

The wrinkles on his face trembled slightly, and he couldn't hide his smile: "We have almost finished dealing with those things, and they will be given to you in two days, just pay attention to check and collect them."

"It's all clean, use it casually."

Phillips has also experienced a lot of extra money.

But it was the first time that he had gained such a big harvest, so his face was full of joy.

"So soon?"

Ethan asked in surprise: "I thought I would have to wait ten days and a half months before I could wash it off."

"Even gangsters, it won't take that long." Phillips put his sunglasses back on his face, turned and walked towards Chevrolet proudly: "This is the FBI and CIA, what do you think?"

"gone."

He waved his hands without looking back: "See you next time, bastard."

Chevrolet emitted a puff of white smoke and left quickly.

It's good news to have money, of course, Ethan shook his head with a smile, and also drove the Cadillac SUV to Hyde Park.

Right now, it's rush hour.

Along the way, the driver yelled and cursed, and the horn beeped endlessly.

He didn't feel bored at all, but felt very relaxed. During his time in Medellin, the successive gun battles made him nervous almost every day.

I don’t understand what others say.

In the past few days, I really went on a mission, and I didn't feel like playing too much.

Now that I am back in Chicago, I feel much more comfortable.

The vehicle drove fast and returned to Hyde Park.

The house was quiet and there was no one there. The reward crisis had passed, and Horstead naturally moved back in. Rusek had already gone home to have sex with his fiancée.

Not as chaotic as I imagined, everything was tidy and tidy.

Ethan nodded with satisfaction, and threw his backpack on the sofa.

He took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, picked up a thin blanket from the sofa, and drank it down to the basement.

After a beep, the vault opened.

No, it should be called a treasury in the future.

Ethan smiled, put the wine bottle aside, folded the blanket in half, and spread it on the floor.

Immediately afterwards, pieces of gold bricks fell one after another.

Looking at these shining golden guys, Ethan rubbed his hands excitedly, quickly stacked them up, and soon formed a small pyramid without a point on the blanket, a veritable pyramid.

There are 98 yuan in total, all of which are ten kilograms.

Ethan quickly took out his phone, clicked on the browser, and inquired about the current price of gold, which was $37.7 per gram.

980000 * 37.7 =
Pressing quickly on the mobile phone calculator, the multiplied number made him laugh out loud.

He grabbed the whiskey and took a sip.

Sitting cross-legged, he continued to wave his palms, and six watch boxes appeared on the ground.

Grab them one by one and lift them off.

Two pieces of Patek Philippe, three pieces of Rolex and one piece of Vacheron Constantin appeared in front of him. The shape was extremely exquisite, and the hands were beating lightly. These watches were like handicrafts.

This kind of list has detailed data on the Internet.

It's not particularly expensive either, together, it's more than 400 million US dollars.

Ethan touched his chin, and thought with a sigh, that he didn't know when, 400 million dollars in front of him turned out to be nothing.

As for the watch that Catherine put on her hand, she also took a look at it.

Rolex Yacht-Master, more than 4 US dollars.

Under the 18K white gold case, the red pointer was jumping. This was a gift from Catherine to himself, and Ethan didn't take it off.

He picked up the watch box and walked to the side.

On the right side, there is a rectangular table.

Gold-plated Colt M1911, antique double-barreled shotgun, one by one exquisite firearms are placed on it, several watch boxes are placed on the table one by one, and a gold-plated desert eagle appears with a swish in the hand.

After playing with it carefully, it was placed on the table covered with black flannel.

The spotlight hit it, shining a golden light.

Before I finished my work, I continued to walk to the left, and there were six suitcases and shelves on the ground, all of which were cash.

He grinned, stretched out his hand and walked along the shelves.

Cash with a denomination of fifty or one hundred fell from mid-air. They were wrapped in a film, the size of a briefcase, and slammed onto the shelf.

Soon, they put them out in a row.

He didn't even bother to weigh it, so he directly estimated the volume. He pressed the calculator quickly, and the number that came out made Ethan scratch his head.

After a disaster, he pretended to come in with 6000 million cash.

The left and right errors may be two or three million.

In addition to the inventory count just now, this trip to Colombia directly cost nearly [-] million and came back.

"Snapped."

Ethan patted his forehead, forgetting about the ten percent.

This time, he broke the Blanco family and fattened himself.

Looking at the cash in the vault, a total of more than 9000 million was lined up in a small wall, and he picked up a cigarette with a headache.

Damn it, what a waste! ! !

(End of this chapter)