My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 927 Excellent Business

Looking at the steadily extended palm, Sandro's eyes turned red.

"No."

He shook his head slowly, gritted his teeth and refused: "This is the road to hell, I can't let you step on it."

"Thank you, I'm glad to have you as a friend."

"How would you know if you don't try it?" Ethan shrugged and raised his arms steadily: "Come on, even if it is hell inside, I will take you to have a try, for your daughter."

"Of course, if you die accidentally."

Looking at the slender fingers in front of him, Sandro grabbed it hard and took over the words: "If I die, do it if you have the chance."

"If you don't have a chance, just run away."

"In my pocket watch, there are two strings of numbers, one is the account number and the other is the password."

"There's a lot of money in there."

"Promise me to use two-thirds of it as a revenge fund for me, and the rest will be yours."

When a person dies, no matter how much money is left, it is useless.

It's not like he hasn't thought about using a revenge fund to put a bounty on Fausto, but people like them can't live well if they all have sky-high bounties on their backs.

And he had to get rid of this thought of revenge himself.

The other party's words made Ethan raise his eyebrows.

It can make people like this feel that it is a huge sum of money, and I am afraid that tens of millions will not be able to afford it.

"Mr. Sandro."

Ethan held the opponent's palm tightly and said coldly: "For example, if I kill you and run away with your pocket watch, what do you think of this idea?"

"Excellent."

Sandro thought about it seriously and nodded: "There's no trouble. You just need to tell Matt that I was killed by a gunman here."

"You don't have to take any risks."

"There is no better deal in the world than this."

Both of their eyes were shining brightly.

Immediately afterwards, they all showed knowing smiles and held their hands with strength.

Ethan is greedy for money, but he is never greedy for his friends' money.

Well, robbing Kino Moon doesn't count.

Sandro revealed everything at the bottom of the box to himself. This was a huge amount of trust. If he killed people to seize treasures, he would be no longer a human being.

"What are your plans?"

Sandro let go of his hand and asked eagerly.

There isn't much time to waste time here, as guards will patrol over soon.

"It sounds pretty scary."

Ethan licked his lips and said with a ferocious smile: "But it's not like more than 100 gunmen shot at us at the same time. If that were the case, of course we would have run as far as we could."

"Don't forget, there are several people from the independence group inside."

Looking at Nuo Da's villa, his eyes sparkled: "There may be a precedent for this kind of gathering, but the people inside must be on high alert."

"If you just create some chaos, you'll get into a fight."

"We just need to kill everyone we meet."

The last sentence is full of strong confidence.

You've already come, there's no way you can just run away in despair, how can it be interesting to come out without making a big fuss.

"Next."

He tapped the night vision device on his helmet and sneered: "Let's turn these guys blind first."

Sandro nodded and opened his satchel:

"By the way, I prepared this."

"Because I didn't know what I would encounter. They were going to blow up the tunnel anyway, so I just grabbed some. Can it be put to use?"

Inside, are some C4 explosives.

After simple assembly, it can be detonated remotely.

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched. This guy was also a violent maniac. Picking up a bunch of grenades by himself was just too much. Unexpectedly, he actually brought a lot of remote-controlled bombs.

"Just the two of us."

Sandro shrugged with a calm expression: "I want to use it to create chaos and attract the escorts away."

"Can you pretend?"

Ethan looked at the pile of things, frowned and asked, "I don't know how to play with these." "Mr. Morgan."

Sandro imitated the other person and said: "If I don't know how to use it, what will I do with it?"

Ethan shook his head and smiled, pointing to the vehicle in front:

"Just put it on these cars."

"If you install them randomly and blow up a few vehicles, these people won't be able to drive away. They don't dare to bet on whether there is a bomb in the vehicle."

"Hurry up and assemble it, I'll do it later."

Sandro nodded, quickly assembled the contents of the bag, and inserted detonators into C4 one by one, making Ethan's throat roll.

During the discussion just now, the two of them spoke very fast.

Although no time was wasted, we must hurry up now.

After Diaz came in, he stayed in the car and refused to get out. Sooner or later, he would be investigated by interested parties.

Soon, the six assembled C4 remote-controlled bombs were handed over to Ethan.

Not a big portion, but sure enough to blow up a car.

After a few words of explanation, Ethan quietly opened the car door. Relying on the radar protection, he bent down and walked quickly between the cars, placing bombs on the cars that looked more pleasing to the eye.

Watching his figure that sometimes flashed and sometimes disappeared, Sandro held his breath.

In the distance, the light of a flashlight glanced back and forth.

If you are not careful, someone will find out, and then you will have to fight a tough battle.

Soon, the last bomb was installed.

Ethan put his hands on the ground and stood up from a squat.

"sand."

The intercom with the volume lowered on the chest rang, a burst of Spanish voice came, and a long string of words came out.

Immediately afterwards, another voice sounded.

Depend on.

Ethan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and cursed secretly, wondering what the use of this walkie-talkie was.

Just now, I just wanted to hear some of the other party's personnel changes.

But he forgot that he couldn't understand Spanish.

It's better to leave this damn thing to Sandro, at least he can pick up some clues.

However, Ethan quickly knew what those people were communicating.

A flashlight light came from a distance, and then a man with a short hair appeared in the field of vision, his expression looked a little nervous.

Although there was no surveillance, the patrol officers knew Diaz had entered.

Seeing a vehicle stop from a long way away, and not seeing any movement for the past two or three minutes will definitely make people suspicious.

At this time, it is normal to send someone over to check.

After judging the distance, Ethan jumped forward. The light from the garden lamp produced many intersecting shadows. He flashed twice quickly and disappeared into the darkness.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the short-haired man walked forward with a gun.

Tonight, a large number of people gathered inside.

He frowned and prayed that nothing unexpected would happen, even though those people had already agreed that no matter who made the first move at such a gathering, he would definitely attract attacks from others.

But playing so hard in Juarez the day before yesterday was still very dangerous.

But after thinking about it, the short-haired man sneered again.

These things have nothing to do with me. It would be better to think about when I can go on a mission in the United States.

Money is easy to earn and women are energetic.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the light of the flashlight swept across the windshield of the van.

A few drops of blood splashed on the glass made his hair stand on end.

"Shh."

As soon as he raised his arm, he was about to grab the walkie-talkie.

"do not move."

A soft cry sounded from behind.

A hard object pressed against the back of the head.

The short-haired man's expression suddenly became stiff, and his scalp felt numb.

　Thanks to the two-dimensional partner brother for the reward and support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)