My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 251

Hood put the phone away and started the vehicle.

Although very interested in the money inside, nothing can be done until Jaber arrives.

Ethan flicked off the cigarette butt: "I think Colonel Stowe didn't tell the truth just now."

Hood has a new goal, and his brain is very clear: "Of course he didn't tell the truth. He brought out so many departments just to make us feel troublesome and leave him alone."

"What good does that do him?" Ethan was puzzled.

"There is no benefit, and there is no harm." Hood said with disdain in his eyes:

"Believe it or not, this matter will definitely be suppressed by him, nothing will happen, and no department will investigate."

"As for why, I think you should understand."

Ethan shook his head with a smile, he didn't want to understand these crap.

In the evening, in a villa in the Chino Tribal Reservation.

A big-nosed Indian man about 50 years old is sitting on a large leather sofa. Even indoors, he still wears a felt hat on his head.

He bit the pipe in his hand and looked across, his eyes were extremely sharp.

A ring inlaid with a sapphire was worn on the hand, and it was tapped lightly on the arm of the sofa.

Sitting opposite him was Chetton Littlestone, and behind Chetton stood several people, all holding guns in their hands.

The man in the felt hat was none other than George Hunter.

He failed to remove Alex from office because of Proctor's intimidation.

After learning from it, he felt that it was because he didn't have the power to master it, so that he was easily manipulated by Proctor.

So George met the most powerful Redbone Gang in the tribe. One side had money, and the other side had people, and they hit it off.

Originally, George had almost gathered the Red Bones Gang, but he didn't expect that Chetton suddenly appeared. Under his strong influence, the members of the Red Bones Gang quickly moved closer to Chetton.

The relationship between the two parties has changed from a subsidiary relationship to a cooperative relationship.

Today's arms robbery was the news that Hunter provided to the Red Bones Gang. He thought they just knocked over the general's truck, stole the things and left.

Unexpectedly, Cheton was so bold that he killed the three marines directly. When he heard the news, Hunter smashed all his beloved porcelain.

To him, Chelton was a savage.

George took a few puffs of cigarettes and said dissatisfiedly:
"Why did you kill those white soldiers, it will cause us a lot of trouble."

Cheton looked at this old-fashioned guy with disdain: "George, I don't have to worry about how I do things, as long as the purpose can be achieved."

George bit the cigarette holder until it rattled, and waved his hand helplessly:

"Forget it, you should be careful during this time. If any federal department comes to your door, I will notify you in advance."

"In addition, now that Nora and Thompson are pressing harder and harder, the possibility that they can get enough votes cannot be ruled out. If you want to enter the committee, do it quickly."

Cheton shook his head: "I won't do anything to Nora."

"When I go back, I will arrange for someone to warn Thompson, take one of his hands, and believe that he will give in."

George thought about it for a second, without Thompson's connection, with Nora as a daughter, it would be impossible to accomplish anything at all, and then nodded:

"Okay, hurry up."

"In addition, their actions in the past two days have been a bit big. You arrange a few people to stay with me."

"no problem."

Chetton waved his hand, and three people with AK47 stood up behind him:

"With them here, you can rest assured."

George tapped the pipe in satisfaction. Now that he needed support and support, he had someone to support, and the position of chief was none other than himself.

Cheton looked at the luxurious furnishings in the house, with a trace of hatred in his eyes, he got up and left.

"I don't understand."

After Tommy got in the car, he said to Chetton: "Why do we cooperate with this old guy, he was very arrogant when you were not around before."

Cheton rubbed Tommy Littlestone's head and turned the key:
"While he is using us, I am not using him."

"As long as we successfully enter the tribe's high-level, we can easily deal with these old guys with our current strength. Before that, we need to understand the operation of the tribe, especially the casino."

"Only by mastering the casino can we master everything."

"Where's Nora?" Tommy said with a smile on his lips, "I didn't expect you to miss her so much."

Cheton glared at him, stepped on the accelerator heavily, and said silently: "The most beautiful woman in the tribe belongs to the strongest warrior."

"When the time comes, I will become the chief, and she will be the wife of the chief."

As night fell, a motorcycle was driving fast on the road.

The person driving the motorcycle was Ethan.

What happened today gave him a sense of crisis. The Red Bones gang had stolen so many guns that he had to suspect that it was George Hunter who did it.

After communicating with Nora in the afternoon, he still decided to strike first and nip the danger in its infancy.

Nora was having dinner with Thompson and a few other tribal commissioners to create an alibi.

After negotiating with Thompson before, he has never shown up. When he needs to do something, he always acts in secret, and it is the same this time.

It didn't take long to come to where Thompson had told him.

Turn off the lights from afar, and the motorcycle glides in the dark like a ghost.

The inside of the settlement is really sparsely populated, the infrastructure is worse than outside, and there are no street lights in the suburbs of the town, let alone the settlement.

Rich people like to find a quiet place to live by themselves, which is also convenient for Ethan.

Looking at the brightly lit houses in the distance, Ethan pushed the motorcycle into the woods on the side of the road and parked behind a bush.

Taking off the helmet, he put on the black hood with cold eyes, and walked forward.

After walking 200 meters and looking at the villa next to him, he squatted behind the bushes and installed the muffler on the Beretta M9 in his hand.

I don't know how many people are inside, so I can only take one step at a time.

Walk along the tall fence and walk to the back of the villa.

Looking at the three or four meter high red brick wall, and the tall tree more than ten meters high beside him, Ethan shook his head.

The thick branches have penetrated into the wall, and it is estimated that they can shade and block the sun during the day, and the scenery is picturesque, but this is almost zero for safety protection.

It is easy to climb up the big tree, and walk to the fence along the thick branches with ease.

Ethan squatted on the fence, watching the movement inside the house.

A small three-storey villa with a lawn in front and a swimming pool in the back. Compared with the ordinary aborigines in those caravans and prefabricated houses, it is like heaven and earth.

In the front yard, there are two armed guards.

It's just that the quality of the guards is worrying.Sitting on two recliners facing the front door, AK rifles aside, beer in hand.

Looking back, a big-nosed Indian man is soaking in the outdoor jacuzzi in the backyard.

(End of this chapter)