My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Dong dong dong."

A heavy knock on the door sounded quickly.

"Please."

Jiabo pushed open the bathroom door dissatisfied, pointed at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Hurry up, we can't be late."

"Ah~"

His move caused a few soft shouts.

"To shut up."

Jia Bo put his hands on his hips and said with a sideways glance, "I'm not interested in women, so hurry up."

The messy scene in the bathroom made him swallow his saliva.

A blonde girl holds her hands on the wall.

Dozens of tiny water jets sprayed from the shower head crackled on her back, splashing countless water droplets.

Below, a red-haired girl sat cross-legged on the wet ground.

"understood."

Ethan rolled his eyes, spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, I know what's going on. Can you give us some time?"

Behind him, he was hugging a Latin girl tightly.

There is no way, there is no time to relax.

It's hard to be a human being. Sometimes you have to get both the rain and the dew, and you can't favor one over the other.

Therefore, there is the picture that Jiabo sees now.

"hurry up."

The corners of his mouth twitched and he slammed the door.

Ten minutes later, Ethan walked out of the master bedroom in high spirits. He was wearing a black suit, very formal, and looked a little solemn.

It's just that when he wears these clothes, he looks like he is attending a banquet.

"You look like this."

Jiabo closed the computer screen and said with a pun: "It doesn't feel like I'm going to a funeral at all."

While he was talking, the three UCLA girls just now dragged heavy steps out from behind Ethan. They cheered up, kissed each other, and then left, beating their sore waists.

"You do not understand."

Ethan threw a cigarette into his mouth and opened the lighter cover: "This is my way of mourning. You can't see the sadness in my heart."

Jiabo was too lazy to complain, so a middle finger was simple and clear.

"I have investigated all the information clearly."

He tapped on his laptop and shrugged, "All the numbers have been checked."

"On the way."

Ethan took a few puffs of his cigarette, waved his hand and walked outside.

Arriving at the hotel parking lot, he drove the rented Aston Martin and drove at high speed toward the cemetery along the navigation direction.

At first, Jiabo was worried that he would not have enough time.

Soon, he found that he was overthinking.

The silver supercar darted through the streets of Los Angeles, cruising along the speed limit.

"call out."

Between the two trucks, a sports car roared out.

"Shet."

Jiabo quickly tightened his seat belt and swallowed: "It seems that we are not in such a hurry."

"Do not talk nonsense."

Ethan turned the steering wheel casually and looked at the surrounding cars: "What's the point of talking?"

"You are Jia Bo, don't tell me that you didn't find anything."

"Of course there are rewards."

Mentioning this, Jiabo's expression became proud: "I checked all those numbers."

"The vast majority of them are sales numbers."

"But there is one person who I feel is not right." He lowered his head and looked at his mobile phone: "David Parker, Korean, illegal racing driver, road gangster, has a lot of criminal records."

"It's just a small crime. This person is very measured." "Among these numbers without notes, only this guy named Parker is unclean. Maybe he knows something."

After speaking, Jia Bo put his phone in front of Ethan.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw an Asian face with a bald head and a mustache on his chin.

The skin on the face is pitted.

The whole person looks cool.

"Find his whereabouts."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator hard, pushing the two of them down on the chairs: "Whether you know it or not, let's start with this guy."

"I know."

Jia Bo swallowed his saliva and held the phone tightly: "But tracking this number is another set of procedures, so I still need a little time."

"Don't worry, it's in progress."

"very good."

Looking at the road sign, Ethan followed the navigation instructions and turned the steering wheel.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle slowed down.

Everywhere you look, there are large expanses of lawn. In the middle of the grass, tombstones of different styles are densely packed and spread out into the distance.

Tall trees cast their shade.

I have to say that the environment of this cemetery is quite good.

When the vehicle came here, both of them became silent. It was not an easy thing to say goodbye to a friend.

"Stop."

After turning a corner and seeing the scene in front of him, Jabo narrowed his eyes and quickly stopped him: "Walter, don't go any further."

"What does that look like to you?"

Under a big tree in the distance, a funeral scene was arranged.

There was a coffin placed next to two white wreaths, and a dozen chairs were placed in front of it. Many people had already arrived and were sitting on the chairs.

Not far from the cemetery is the road.

A string of colorful modified vehicles were parked behind the hearse.

However, that's not the point.

The focus is on the spot about ten meters away. Three black Chevrolets are lying quietly in the driveway. Seven or eight people in black suits are standing next to the vehicles. Some people are raising their cameras unscrupulously.

There was a clicking sound, and the people who came to attend the funeral were photographed one by one.

A flash of light flashed over his ears.

That thing is obviously a headset for communication.

"Ninety percent it's the FBI."

Ethan stayed away for the time being and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "Even if it's not, it must be a certain federal department. What are these people doing here?"

Phillips and the others have such a look.

So there is no need to guess too much about the identities of those people, Ethan can tell them at a glance.

"Shet."

Jiabo quickly put on his sunglasses: "Could it be that Letty is the daughter of some kind of mafia family?"

"You know, the mafia and stuff like that."

The scene in front of him was similar to the mafia movies he had seen before.

"One thing is for sure."

Ethan pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Letty's death is definitely not simple."

"Click."

Regardless of whether it's simple or not, Jabber pressed the seat belt open: "After the funeral, you come here. It's okay if Leti knows that I'm coming. She will definitely understand my sadness."

Before the FBIs noticed this, this guy quickly opened the car door.

In two or three moves, he flew behind a big tree.

Fortunately, there was still about a hundred meters away from the other party. Otherwise, those people would have seen Jia Bo's sneaky movements and would have come over to investigate no matter what he was coming for.

Seeing Jia Bo's figure disappear, Ethan smiled dumbly.

As a top hacker, it is normal to have this kind of defensive mentality. The most taboo is to leave a criminal record. It is impossible for him to let the FBI take a clear picture of his appearance.

This kind of behavior belongs to Jiabo's instinct. (End of chapter)