My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 838 Borrow some money to spend (two-in-one)

The place Frank was talking about was also in the South Side.

Karen and Veronica also went together, but the former did not dare to drive his car because of the gang members involved.

Compared with over there, the street where she lived had better security.

Bumping and touching are all trivial matters.

If her new car was robbed, she would really cry.

So a large group of people all piled into the Cadillac. Fortunately, the vehicle was big enough to fit in.

Step on the accelerator, and after a few minutes, we arrive at the place.

There is rubbish everywhere on the street.

Street vendors gathered in groups on the roadside, and some drug addicts staggered around like walking zombies.

Pairs of sneakers hang high on a utility pole.

The Cadillac stopped near the roadside. Ethan turned on the handbrake and looked back at Karen, who was sitting at the back: "There is a black box behind you, like a briefcase. Get it for me."

"no problem."

Karen quickly turned around and raised her butt.

The box was at the back, very conspicuous, but she couldn't pick it up with one hand.

Veronica saw this and rushed to help.

The long box was passed all the way to the driver's seat and delivered to Ethan's hands.

Under the curious gaze of everyone, he pressed the password.

"hiss."

The box was opened, and those who saw what was inside gasped.

Contained here are spare firearms.

An AR15, a Remington shotgun, and two Glocks, with several loaded magazines placed in the foam next to them.

Carl's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw these things.

After thinking about it, he handed the shotgun to Fiona, then took out the Glock and handed it to Veronica:
"This is for your self-defense."

Ethan wanted to demonstrate how to shoot, but the two men waved their hands to show that they knew and did not need to be taught.

That's right, this is America, and it's the South Side.

There are really not many people who can't shoot.

"Don't you ask your colleagues to come with you?" Fiona nervously held the shotgun and looked at the street vendors not far away: "Just a few of us?"

"Do not."

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror: "Just me and Lip, you are all waiting in the car."

"Guns are for your self-defense."

"It's not necessary. You must not shoot. Do you understand?"

Looking at Fiona sitting in the passenger seat, Ethan turned on the siren and lights switches: "If someone approaches with bad intentions, turn on the lights."

"If that doesn't work, sound the siren."

Not to mention getting close, as long as these two things sound at the same time, the effect will be like a tiger cleaning the street, ensuring that the dealers on the street will run away desperately.

If it were a patrol car, none of those traffickers would be so scared.

What I'm most afraid of is this kind of vehicle equipped with hidden police lights. No one inside is easy to mess with.

"Can you do it by yourself?"

Veronica seemed a little panicked, and she quickly reminded: "These people belong to GD."

"How about calling someone?"

"Yes."

Fiona also nodded.

They originally thought that Ethan would call a group of colleagues to come over, but he actually planned to go there alone. Well, at this time, they agreed that Lip would not be of much use.

"Don't worry." Ethan pinched Fiona's face:

"In this regard, I am a professional."

"Just wait, be back soon, don't get out of the car, don't do anything stupid."

After speaking, he pushed the car door open.

Although Lip didn't know what role he could play, he still got out of the car without hesitation.

That's his younger brother, he can't do such a thing.

As Ethan walked towards the apartment building in front, he patted his body randomly with his palms, put away his police badge and gun, and put ten thousand dollars on his body.

These people are just looking for money.

In fact, the matter is very simple, not that complicated, and can be easily solved as long as you have money.

Use money to rescue Liam first, and what happens next depends on your mood. What is a GD or not? The last time I met an old GD named a priest, he was still squatting in jail.

"Do you have any plans?"

Lip quickened his pace a little to keep up with Ethan's movements.

As the smartest person in the Gallagher family, he is used to thinking of a solution before doing things, and does not like to solve things like a reckless man.

In his opinion, Ethan should be trying to take advantage of his identity.

I don't know if it will work to force those guys to let them go. Even if it does, I'm afraid others will retaliate afterwards.

For a while, he had some headaches.

The fists he clenched tightened again, regretting that he hadn't punched Frank more just now.

"plan?"

Ethan turned his head and glanced at Lip.

Although this curly-haired guy was born in the South District and usually does things here and there, he rarely faces such veteran gang members, so he looks a little panicked.

"The plan is for you to follow my orders."

Ethan patted Lip on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "You are already a man, and you are about to go to college."

"You have to take responsibility for some things."

Lip usually hates people preaching to him, but now he was silent and just listened quietly.

"how to say."

Ethan let go of his hand and continued: "Your sister is a woman after all. Although she is very strong, she is still a woman."

"So, sometimes."

"Frank will beat you if he needs to, and you have to protect this family together."

"For a guy like him, you have to keep him honest."

I thought that the other party would say a lot of high-sounding words, but I didn't expect that the conversation took a sharp turn, making Lip's steps become messy.

"exactly."

Lip gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

This kind of preaching seems to sound quite pleasant.

The two walked up the stairs. There were needles and toilet paper everywhere on the ground, and there was a musty smell in the air.

The loud music echoed in the corridor.

When they arrived on the third floor, the pace of the two slowed down. A few old black men were sitting in the corridor chatting and chatting, with a tape recorder next to them.

The pistol was clearly stuck on his waist.

"Yo."

One of them stood up with a turban and squinted his eyes: "What are you two white boys doing here? Come on, lend me some pocket money."

His eyes were stunned, looking a little fierce.

Lip swallowed and looked at Ethan, waiting for the other person to speak.

"I'm looking for matches."

Ethan continued walking up unhurriedly, spread his hands and said, "Why, is this how you welcome guests?"

Match is the nickname of the man who kidnapped Liam.

Of course, it is impossible for these people to use their real names to hang out. If they don't have a nickname, they will lose their status if they say it.

"You're a good white boy."

The flowered turban pointed at Ethan with a cigarette in his mouth and grinned: "You have the guts. I hate those white people who run away in fear when they see Nico."

"how."

He stared at Lip fiercely again: "Are you so afraid that Nico will steal your things?"

"will not."

Lip showed his palms and forced himself to calm down: "Man, I'm from the South District too, just on the nearby street."

"alright."

The flower-turbaned man's expression softened, and he blew out two puffs of smoke from his nostrils: "What are you looking for matches for?" While they were talking, several flower-turbaned men nearby glanced at them and continued playing cards.

There was a careless look on his face.

These people are regular soldiers, not ordinary street gangsters.

"Redemption."

Ethan patted his chest and said calmly: "We brought the money."

"Oh?"

The flower turban thought of something and hurriedly waved: "Come up."

It's a good thing to get money.

Lip followed Ethan's steps and walked up the third floor corridor.

The flowered scarf patted Ethan and Lip carefully, and after confirming that they did not carry any weapons, he led the two people to the end of the corridor.

When I came here, the music was not that loud.

"Dong dong dong."

The flowered scarf slapped the door hard: "Hey, Match, someone has come to ransom that little Nico."

Inside the room, footsteps sounded.

The door suddenly opened, and a tall and strong bald old black man appeared in front of him.

His bare upper body was extremely muscular.

I don’t know how he got the nickname Match.

Ethan also couldn't understand how stupid Frank was to bet with this man.

"Shut your stinky mouth."

The bald old black man, also known as Match, looked at the colorful turban angrily: "I told you to keep your voice down, you will scare the children."

"Feel sorry."

The flower headscarf raised her hand embarrassingly, apologizing.

"come in."

Match glanced at Ethan, turned around and walked back.

I have imagined many scenes, not just Liam being tied up, being put in a dog cage, or crying uncontrollably.

But when he walked into the apartment, Lip licked his lips.

Several old men with guns on their waists were surrounding Liam. A group of them were in front of the TV, watching the cartoons inside and laughing together with Liam.

And Liam also changed into a new set of clothes.

There is a feeding bottle in his mouth.

He was standing in a brand new stroller, slapping his little hands happily.

This picture made Lip feel a little overwhelmed.

Ethan looked at the bald old black man, and he didn't expect that these people took good care of Liam and bought him so many items.

"What about the money?"

After wiping his bald head with a match, he sat down at a small table next to him.

One code equals one code, money is still needed.

This guy stared at Ethan fiercely. With only two people coming over, it was easy to tell who had the right to speak.

Ethan walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Under the gaze of the other party, he slowly reached into his thin coat and took out a wad of hundred-yuan bills.

"Snapped."

The banknotes were tossed carelessly by him and fell on the table.

Lip was still a little flustered. He didn't know how Ethan planned to negotiate, but he didn't expect that he would just throw money away.

"Simply enough."

Match grabbed the money unceremoniously, counted it casually, and stuffed it into his pocket with his white teeth grinning: "Okay, you can take the person away."

"Please."

"No, we are having fun."

After hearing his words, several old black men nearby protested.

All day long, they were faced with big and strong men. It was rare to have a cute baby, so they had a great time.

"It's the rule."

Match threw a cigarette into his mouth and turned back dissatisfied.

At the gesture from his eyes, one of the old black men murmured and carried Liam over and handed it to Lip. He also didn't forget to bring all the things he bought for the child, such as toys, diapers, clothes, etc.

Holding Liam in his arms, Lipton breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Ethan nervously, and now he just wanted to leave this place quickly.

"You go first."

Ethan shrugged and told Lip: "This friend and I have a few words to talk about. I'll be down in a minute."

"what?"

Lip was stunned for a moment, but remembering what Ethan had just said, he nodded and quickly left with Liam in his arms.

"You're not convinced?"

Match flicked off the cigarette ashes and stared blankly at the pretty boy in front of him: "As a human being, you must understand your own situation. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to leave?"

"Click."

The door inside opened, and an old black man who walked like a crab came out.

In the room, several black pearls were lying on the bed.

This old black man looked unpleasant, and his slightly familiar face made Ethan stop what he was about to say and blink a few times. He seemed to have seen this person somewhere.

The other party also looked over blankly.

After a flash of doubt in his eyes, his eyes turned into shock.

His body was obviously shaking.

The old black man swallowed his saliva and walked over slowly.

This person knows himself.

Ethan narrowed his eyes and placed his palms secretly by his legs, ready to explode at any time.

"Yo."

When the old black man came over, everyone else stood up to greet him. Even Match stood up and made room for him.

Lao Hei, with a short haircut and a sullen face, sat down opposite Ethan.

"gentlemen."

He hesitated for a while and opened his mouth: "We have nothing to offend you. If you are looking for something, I can help you think of a solution."

As soon as these words came out, the other old black men were shocked.

They looked at Ethan with dull eyes, wondering why their boss, a veteran GD, would say such words to this pretty boy.

"you know me?"

Ethan did not relax his guard and asked curiously: "You look familiar to me too."

"Of course." Cun Tou Hei nodded.

He grabbed the cigarette case on the table, took out one and handed it to Ethan: "I used to hang out with Pastor Mike, and I had dealings with you at the church."

Pastor Mike, counterfeit money case.

Ethan instantly recalled that the old black man in front of him was being threatened by him while pinching his face.

In this way, they are still acquaintances.

"Thank you."

He waved his hand and refused: "I don't smoke."

Who knows what these people put into their cigarettes.

The short-haired old black man didn't mind either. He swallowed and put the cigarette into his mouth: "Listen, I don't know why you came here, and I don't want to know."

"I know who you are and I don't want to offend you."

"Everyone just makes a living. If you need help with anything, just ask."

Oh, so good.

And he didn't identify himself clearly. It seemed that he wanted to save some face for him.

After all, giving in in front of the police would damage his reputation.

Looking at his pleading eyes, Ethan grinned and smiled happily.

(End of this chapter)