My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 805 Very Satisfied
"how much is it?"

Ethan frowned and asked, "If the price is cheap enough, I might as well give it a try."

"This ghost place is too risky."

He looked at the female agent and said seriously, "I don't know how much it will cost just to drive these people away."

Hearing these words, the female intermediary's eyes lit up.

I thought that the other party would definitely retreat, but I didn't expect that there would be more to come.

100% of the people who came to see the house turned around and left.

Don't be afraid of dirt and chaos, just afraid of dog skin plaster, it's very difficult to get these guys away without killing them, if these people don't clean up, they will be disgusting, and it is very likely that a large amount of money will be locked here.

In fact, the previous homeowner was going through this kind of thing, and now he is eager to get rid of it.

A normal investor would not be able to do such a thing.

If you have the time, you might as well go to other places. This place has the advantage of convenient transportation. The appearance inside has already been ruined by those homeless people.

In fact, this is also the reason why the female intermediary came here.

She made up her mind from the beginning, and later she would find a way to keep the guests and take them to other places to have a look.

"Mr. Morgan."

She picked up her briefcase and said hastily, "How about sitting in our company and chatting?"

The environment here is too bad.

There is rubbish all over the place, so I have to find a coffee shop anyway.

When she was speaking, she straightened her chest and smoothed her hair behind her ears calmly.

"no need."

With average looks, Ethan declined politely: "I'm in a hurry, tell me a price, and I'll evaluate it."

The Gallagher house, just a few blocks away.

Their house is only worth [-] to [-] yuan, and this place is not far away. If it is too expensive, I will find a way to make Frank make more noise. If the price is similar, then I will take it.

After all, the traffic here is more convenient, and the public security is much better.

The female intermediary nodded and made quick calculations.

Soon she came up with a figure, gritted her teeth and looked at Ethan: "$266 million, this building is yours."

"You can evaluate it. This price is definitely lower than the surrounding market price."

"I promise, much lower!"

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked back. Several vines were climbing on the red brick outer wall of the small building. Under the sunlight, they looked really pretty.

This female intermediary is telling the truth.

Before coming over, he checked the surrounding housing prices on the computer.

After this small building has been repaired, there is absolutely no problem in selling it for more than 300 million. This time, I can be considered a moderate bargain.

"Do you take cash?"

Turning around, the corner of Ethan's mouth turned up: "Don't worry, the one with legal income proof."

"of course."

The female intermediary's eyes lit up, and she held out her hand to Ethan.

The palms of the two were firmly held together, and they both showed happy smiles.

Night falls.

Inside the Cadillac, the phone rang.

"Hey."

Ethan connected to the phone and said in a deep voice, "This is Morgan."

"Sheriff, good news." Horstead's urgent voice sounded: "There is a clue to the license plate number. It's near a factory in the West District. Where are you?"

"I'm busy now."

The neon lights of the bar changed colors on Ethan's face: "I'm following up another clue, you just go."

"If there is anything, keep talking on the phone at any time."

"Ok."

Horsted's call was quickly hung up.

Inside the car, it became quiet again.

Even if someone is found over there, Josie here also needs to be taught a lesson. After waiting for a while, the glass door of the small bar opened, and a man in a duckbill cap walked out quickly.

He looked around and came to the side of Cadillac.

The rear window lowered, revealing Hank's expressionless face, with band-aids still covering several of his wounds.

"Confirmed."

Orlinsky took off the twist candy, nodded and said, "The woman is inside. I don't think there are any other accomplices, but I can't be sure."

"It's not about the money."

Hank's eyes flashed Limang, and a hoarse voice sounded: "It's not because I was beaten."

"This is for my grandson, for my grandson who was threatened to have his abdomen removed before he was born."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Orlinski held out his hand, and Hank held it tightly.

"We are together." Ethan also turned around and shook hands with Hank.

For this matter, they must take revenge fiercely, no matter who they are or what they have to face.

After a few brief conversations, he took the baseball bat handed by Hank.

Push the door hard and step out of the car.

Walking along the alley next to this small bar, walking quickly inside, the light of the street lamp hits the body, elongating the shadow.

Soon, they came to the concealed back door.

He gripped the baseball bat, tugged at the glove, grabbed the wooden door, and dodged in.

Inside, country music is soothing.

In the entire small bar, there were only five or six people sitting.

In order to make himself look less idle, the male bartender was wiping the glass in his hand with a white towel, and chatted and laughed with the black-haired girl sitting next to the bar from time to time.

Oval face, long hair falling down softly.

The woman was wearing a pair of light blue jeans, and despite sitting on a high stool, her legs could still be seen to be long enough.

Looking at the profile, she looks quite beautiful.

Ethan looked around, there were no surveillance cameras in this bar.

He is very satisfied with this.

Walking to the pool table, he threw the baseball bat over his shoulder, grabbed it with both hands, and looked at the people in the bar expressionlessly.

With this movement, he took up his coat.

The police badge and guns hanging on the waist are particularly conspicuous.

A big living person stood here, making this kind of behavior, which made it difficult for the drinkers to ignore. Some people smelled something wrong and put down their glasses quickly.

The conversation in the bar quickly disappeared.

The bartender also stopped wiping the glass, and swallowed hard when he saw the plainclothes man's unfriendly expression.

"Boom."

The front door was pushed open, hitting the brass bell above it.

The black-haired woman was drinking. She heard the copper bell and subconsciously looked towards the door.

When she saw two men walking in with baseball bats, she panicked. When she saw the limping man in front of her, her hand holding the wine glass trembled.

A few drops of wine stained the jeans and quickly faded away.

Turning his head quickly, he looked towards the back door, and saw a handsome guy looking over with a blank expression on his face.

A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Boom!"

Ethan let go, and slammed a stick on the pool table: "Okay, you can go first if you have nothing to do. If you want to stay, then pretend I didn't say anything."

Ahead, Orlinsky looked at the drinker next to him.

He swung the baseball bat in his hand and flicked it lightly on the wine glass.

"boom."

The glass shattered and the wine splashed.

Several drinkers in the room looked at each other, got up and left quickly. As for calling the police, they didn't even think about it.

These few people with unfriendly faces revealed their bright police badges.

Who would do such a stupid thing.

The bartender inside the bar also raised his hands and moved carefully outside. He wasn't even interested in looking at the double-barreled shotgun hanging under the counter.

When the bartender left, there were only five people left in the room.

There is also a light spot in the toilet not far behind the black-haired woman.

Ethan walked over quickly, being careful.

"Josie, good evening."

Hank walked towards the black-haired woman, took out a pair of walnut pliers from his pocket, and slapped it on the bar:

"Judging from the reaction, you should know who I am."

"is it?"

The corner of Josie's mouth twitched, she played with the wine glass and said forcefully, "I think you must have misidentified the person."

The light shone in the cup in her hand, and the wine was as bright red as blood.

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