My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When they got home, Ethan motioned for them to pick their own room.

We are all young people in their twenties, and we work together every day, so we don’t have so many details.

It was the second time for these two people to come here, and the novelty had not worn off yet, leaving them to wander around while Ethan walked to the negative floor alone.

When he came to the fitness area, he stopped.

It turns out that there is a room for storing sundries at this location.

It's not big, only about ten square meters.

The room now disappears into a white wall, and outwardly, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Noticing that the two light spots were on top, Ethan pressed lightly on a specific position on the wall, and a palm-sized piece of wall skin was retracted diagonally inward, and an electronic lock popped out.

Scan your pupils and enter your password.

"puff."

A wall in front of you opens inside.

The lights inside lit up one by one, illuminating the originally dark safe like daylight.

Despite the perfect ventilation system, the smell of dollar bills still gushes out, making people feel refreshed and happy just by smelling it.

On the shelf on the left, densely packed banknotes are piled up in layers.

There are also six suitcases neatly placed on the ground. In this safe, nearly thirty-five million yuan in cash has been put. It is no exaggeration to say that many medium-sized companies have less cash flow than Ethan Horror. .

This is a veritable cash flow.

Moreover, Ethan didn't even bother to calculate the specific number, he didn't have the thought to count them one by one.

Even using a money counting machine would be too much work.

After returning from New York, Ethan found a top safe company.

I spent more money and rushed it, and it took more than half a month to install this safe for myself. The top, bottom, left and right are all made of alloy walls, plus Jiabo's security system.

Not to mention it is foolproof, it is difficult for others to take away the money inside before they kill you.

No way, there's only so much space.

If you don’t get a safe to free up money, there won’t be room for anything else.

"Bump."

After Ethan patted the green pile of money a few times, he casually grabbed five wads and stuffed them into his pocket.

Without entertainment, how can all this money be spent?

After clicking his teeth, he left the safe in annoyance and walked upstairs.

"Hey, I also asked you where you were."

Rusek saw Ethan coming up from the stairs and slumping down comfortably on the sofa: "How about a party? Do you need me to call some girls over?"

"do not worry."

He winked at Ethan and said with a smile: "The figure and appearance are both very good."

"Jay."

Ethan took out three bottles of beer from the refrigerator in the living room and threw them out to the two of them: "Let's make a bet, how long can Rusek's marriage last?"

"Thanks."

Horsted took the beer and opened the tab: "I highly doubt he can hold on until marriage."

"Hahaha!"

This sentence made Ethan laugh.

"How's it going?" Rusek waved his phone indifferently and asked seriously: "There are really many girls who are willing to come to the private courtyard party."

Privately, he is just a gamer.

Therefore, what Horsted said just now has no lethal effect on him.

"Your people, let's talk about it next time."

Ethan waved his hand, shrugged and said, "The people I called are ready to arrive."

"Also." He looked at Horsted with a smirk on his face: "Tonight, I want to see how much fun you can have."

A few minutes later, Jenny from the party company arrived with an extended courtesy car.

More than a dozen orioles appeared on stage.

Alcohol, music, bikinis.

Small buttocks, long legs, lively and fragrant.

Amid Rusek's excited cheers, the entire villa started a carnival of pillow fights.

At first, Horsted was able to withstand it.

Until he saw five or six naked girls carrying pillows and chasing after Ethan, he was completely cowed. He carried a bottle of red wine and hid in the room in panic among the white fluff.

His move could not escape the eyes of others, and he was quickly burst in by two girls laughing.

The sounds of begging for mercy sounded one after another.

The next morning, Ethan opened his eyes full of energy.

After a few hours of rest, the whole person regained his strength and vented all the mental pressure caused by yesterday's bomb incident.

The body is wrapped with pink legs and jade arms.

He stood up, raised his arms, and stretched, his joints crackling.

He was standing in the middle of the oversized bed.

Seven or eight white girls were hugging each other and sleeping soundly, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

This scene reminded him of a movie he once watched.

What kind of futon is this?

Thinking of this, Ethan laughed, lay down and rolled, sinking into the softness.

Large pass room.

Erin looked at Rusek with doubtful eyes.

In just one hour, this guy went to pick up coffee for the third time. He was yawning profusely and his legs were shaking when he walked.

Across from him, Horsted was the same as him.

Both of them had black circles hanging around them, and they looked like they were severely sleep deprived.

On the other hand, the bastard in the office was in good spirits. He put his legs on the desk and whistled happily.

"Snapped."

She crumpled up a paper ball and smashed it on Horsted's head:

"What did you do last night?"

"Didn't do anything." Horsted raised his head suddenly and said with a forced smile: "Just drinking. You know, the Sheriff's drinking capacity, he grabbed the two of us."

Last night, he spent a long time trying to get rid of the two women.

After getting both of them drunk, he secretly found another room to rest. He said he was just drinking, which was true.

What happened last night was so subversive to his worldview.

He did not comment on the actions of Ethan and Rusek, but he could not do it himself.

How should I put it, it’s considered non-interference.

"Okay." Eileen shrugged: "People who don't know, they think you are fooling around somewhere."

"boom."

Rusek bumped into the corner of the table, bared his teeth and sat down: "Sorry, I'm fine."

"Yo."

Atwater twisted his coat and ran upstairs. He looked at everyone and shook his head and said, "I went to see the car that the patrol reported over. The vehicle matches Erin's description last night."

He spread his hands and shrugged:

"It's just a pity that the SUV was burned and no useful information was left."

"Huh." Ethan waved the ballpoint pen in his hand, kicked his feet hard, and the office chair moved to the side. He said to Atwater through the door:

"Last night's crime scene, as well as today's car dumping scene, all surrounding surveillance cameras must be checked."

"Anyone who dares to attack us will be sent to where he belongs!"

"no problem."

Atauwater returned the received gesture, bumped fists with Rusek, took a sip of coffee, sat down, and got busy with the others.

Ethan returned to his desk and continued to fill in yesterday's report.

"Bump."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Boss."

Nadia stood at the door and asked softly: "There is a man named Phillips down there. Do you need to let him come up?"

"Okay, let him come up."

Ethan patted his head and forgot about it.

"no problem."

Nadia nodded and returned to her seat.

She pressed the newly installed switch, and the iron gate below opened with a sound.

Putting the report aside, Ethan quickly walked out of the office and met Phillips at the stairs. Besides him, there was a white man wearing overalls and a gray shirt.

This white man's outfit is quite interesting. He actually wears a pair of black flip-flops on his feet.

His face was resolute, but there was a sense of cynicism.

"Welcome to Chicago."

After glancing at the man, he looked away, and Ethan stretched out his hand to Phillips: "Sorry, I have something to do and I forgot to call you."

"It doesn't matter, I just arrived."

After shaking hands, Phillips patted the white man next to him on the shoulder:

"This is my friend, Matt."