My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 892 Unexpected visitor
"Yes."

Ethan nodded, seeing no one around him, he stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek:
"But I'll tell you later."

"And what's going on with you? Do you need me to inject some energy into you tonight?"

"asshole."

Burgess understood, pursed his lips and kicked his leg: "You don't know how annoyed I am now. Roman and his ex-girlfriend are sitting in the same car with these two guys. I'm going crazy." .”

"what?"

Ethan spread his hands and asked in confusion: "Isn't your mission over yet?"

A dignitary preparing to visit received a threatening message.

A few of them are responsible for checking out possible dangers. By the way, they are also equivalent to warning those people not to have any bad intentions.

I thought that the mission had been completed long ago.

"not yet."

Burgess shook his ponytail quickly and sighed: "After today's work, it should be almost done."

"Okay." Ethan bumped his fists with her again:
"You must be careful with these things. You might get crazy. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I know."

Burgess nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, I will always remember what you said to me before."

"I'm going to work."

Putting down her hand, she rolled her eyes: "Wait for me at home tonight."

"Well, inject energy."

Her face turned red, she quickly turned around and ran downstairs.

Looking at Burgess's leaving figure, Ethan was confused for a while as to what he had said before, but thinking of tonight, he smiled and walked upstairs relaxedly.

There was no danger, and it was six o'clock again.

After getting into a spare car, Ethan went straight to the supermarket.

I bought five or six kilograms of good quality beef brisket and some side dishes and spices, and prepared to stew a pot of delicious food to satisfy my cravings in the evening.

After taking a few photos of Burgess, I drove home.

The car's headlights pierced the darkness.

Ethan's whistle stopped for an instant, he slowly stepped on the brake, and quickly pressed his palm on the handle of the gun.

Outside the wrought iron gate, a Saber was parked.

I haven't seen the license plate.

The vehicle was in a stalled state, lying quietly like a napping tiger.

The light spots showed that there were two people inside.

The bright light of the headlights alerted the guy on top of the car, and the door opened immediately.

Flip-flops, firmly on the ground.

Depend on!
Ethan felt relieved, shook his head and let go of the gun handle, and continued to move forward.

When he came to the door, he stopped the car.

Lowering the car window, he raised his middle finger: "You came down a little late, and I would have shot you."

"Please."

Matt opened his arms and said with a smile on his face: "Is this how you welcome an old friend?"

The person who came was none other than Matt from the CIA.

They hadn't seen each other for a while since leaving Medellin, but they didn't expect that they would come directly to the door of their house.

"Hahaha."

Ethan unbuckled his seat belt and leaned out of the car window, patting Matt on the back hard: "Welcome to Chicago, what brought you here."

The hands clap, making a bang-bang sound.

We have fought side by side and shared the spoils together. These are indeed old friends.

"Shet."

Matt pushed him away awkwardly: "Be gentle, you bastard."

"Who else is in the car?" Ethan smiled and let go of his hand, pointed at Saboban and said excitedly: "Please, please tell me it's Catherine. Don't tell me it's Phillips' mother who messed with Falk."

"neither."

Matt shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted the car:
"Okay, come down."

The driver's door is open.Another middle-aged man got out of the car, wearing a white suit, his eyes seemed to be awake.

Ethan was stunned when he saw the person coming.Sandro.

Why did he come to America with Matt?

However, the opponent is a black glove of the CIA, and it is not a big problem to move around in this country.

"That expression on your face."

Sandro forced a smile, shrugged and asked, "Am I not welcome?"

"That's not it." Ethan also smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand forward, and clapped his palms with Sandro who came over: "I'm just surprised. You know, I thought it was Catherine."

After speaking, wink at him.

Although the identity of the other party is very special, Sandro also saved himself once in the jungle manufacturing factory.

Therefore, Ethan also treats him as a friend.

Matt and Sandro both chuckled a bit at this, both knowing that there had been some fling between Ethan and Katherine.

"Go ahead."

Ethan pressed the key and opened the iron door: "I just bought some ingredients, you are in for a treat."

The two nodded and turned around to get in the car.

Raising the window, Ethan drove inside, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

Those two guys were destined to have nothing important to do and would not come to them. I just didn't know what they wanted to do.

The two cars came around the water feature and stopped in front of the porch.

"The house is nice."

As soon as he got out of the car, Matt looked up and gave Ethan a thumbs up.

Sandro also nodded and complimented.

"All right."

Ethan rolled his eyes and walked up the steps carrying large and small bags: "Both of you guys probably have a worse life than me."

What happened last time, Matt got about 5000 million.

And Sandro is even more unlikely to be short of money.

Although he is a black glove, he will definitely occupy a certain share. Without money, no one, and no guns, he can't play Medellin.

"I suggest you buy an island in the Caribbean."

Matt smiled and spread his hands: "It feels good to go on vacation occasionally."

Come on, he is worthy of being a senior official of the Intelligence Bureau.

Right from the start, there are private islands with different styles. This kind of thing is not impossible. As long as you don't choose the top-notch ones, you can buy an island with beautiful scenery for a few million dollars.

"I'm just a little Sheriff."

Ethan waved for them to sit down wherever they wanted, put things away in the kitchen, and continued: "The kind of thing you are talking about is too far away from me."

Ignoring the twitching look at the corners of their eyes, he walked to the wine cabinet.

He picked up three crystal glasses and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.

Ethan also came to sit down next to the large coffee table, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured amber liquid into the cup.

While he was doing this set of actions, the two people on the other side became quiet.

Three fist-sized cups were filled to half full.

"Shhhh."

With a flick of his wrist, two glasses of whiskey slid on the marble table, and were caught by Matt and Sandro respectively.

"Best wishes friends."

Matt took the lead in raising his glass and nodded to Ethan.

"Well, friend."

Ethan smiled, gestured to Sandro, and swallowed heavily.

While drinking, he looked at the two people in front of him.

Matt hasn't changed much, with a short-sleeved shirt, a slicked back hair, and a gray beard.

Sandro has changed a lot, his eyes are dim and dull, and the beard on his face has not been trimmed for a while, making him look a little sloppy.

"boom."

Matt emptied the cup, squinted his eyes and said:

"We need your help."

(End of this chapter)