My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A few days later, Ethan was holding a coffee cup and looking through the glass across from the police station. There was a banner hanging on the landscape tree.

"The 90th Banshee Festival"

"Siobhan, you are a local. Do you have any allusions to this Banshee Festival?"

"It's just a legend, nothing special. A Chino bride was killed on her wedding night. Unwilling to do so, she turned into a ghost and has been pestering the white man who killed her."

"Then what?" Ethan didn't hear any more sounds and turned to Siobhan and asked, "Is that it? Then what are you commemorating or celebrating?"

"Then it's time for us to go on patrol." Siobhan patted the duty watch in his hand. "This is just a commemorative event for the Chino tribe and us. I'll leave first, and you should hurry up."

Ethan threw the empty coffee cup into the trash can, picked up his equipment, and drove away from the police station.

When passing through the town, I saw small tents set up on both sides of the usually empty streets, and the townspeople were busy placing various commodities, agricultural products and souvenirs on the shelves.

Ethan smiled, stepped on the accelerator and left. Usually, if he didn't have a special mission, he would drive the police car around the jurisdiction. When he got tired, he would find an intersection and squat down.

When he came to Highway 80, he parked the car on a small side road, blocked by tall trees. If the passing vehicles didn't pay attention, they wouldn't notice that a police car was parked here.

The mission of the previous system has been completed, and the reward for defeating Sanchez has been claimed by him.

This time he chose to add skill points to the rifle. Ethan felt that firearms were his main means of attack.

When skill points are insufficient, priority should be given to improving marksmanship.

Let’s not increase the level of the pistol yet. Its firepower and range are limited. In some cases, it is easy to be beaten by others. Let’s make up for the shortcomings of the rifle first.

You can put aside your fighting skills first. There are not many opportunities for close combat with others. Just use a pistol for close range attacks. After all, the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps, and American Wing Chun is unparalleled in the world.

After waiting for a long time, a payment vehicle passed by. Ethan yawned, looked at his watch, and prepared to change places to continue fishing.

Just as he was about to leave, a black motorcycle roared past and drove in the direction where the payment vehicle left.

Ethan became interested and chased the motorcycle from the side road, drove a short distance, and soon caught up with the motorcycle.

After flashing the police lights twice, the motorcycle slowed down and pulled over to a stop.

"Motorcycle driver in front, please turn off the engine, get off the car, take off your helmet, and get checked." Ethan parked the police car behind the motorcycle.

After seeing the person in front of him turn off his car, he opened the door and got out of the car.

"You were speeding just now, do you know that?"

"I'm sorry, officer, I didn't mean to do that."

The rider in black leather jacket took off his helmet, his head shining brightly.

"Well, isn't this the top hacker with a transvestite tongue and a poisonous tongue, Hood's little cotton-padded jacket Jabber? He is the one who made Hood's current identity."

Looking at the Asian bald man in front of him, Ethan decided to tease him. After coughing slightly, he reached out and took off the motorcycle key and asked Jabo:

"Sir, do you have any offensive weapons on you?"

Before Jabber could reply, Hood's voice sounded from the radio on his shoulder, "Ethan, where are you?"

"Chief, I'm conducting a traffic stop, please wait."

"I have something to do here, please come over and help me."

"Okay, send me the location." Ethan turned off the radio in disappointment. He didn't expect the rescue to come so quickly. He threw the key to Jabber.

"Drive slower next time."

"Okay, thank you, officer, I'll pay attention." Jiabo took the motorcycle key and said calmly.

After Ethan left, Jabber pressed the headset.

"F-YOU, Hood, why didn't you remind me there were police patrolling the area today."

"I haven't gone to the police station today yet. I forgot to ask them. He has already left, hasn't he?"

"It's so unlucky to have a friend like you." Jiabo took a deep breath. "You should be able to see the payment bus now. I followed it for four days, and the route is the same."

"Okay, I saw it. You go back to the bar first. Candy and I will go over to find you later."

Jia Bo hung up the phone, looked at the cows mooing on the roadside, angrily took out his pistol from his arms and fired two shots into the sky.

"Get away from me, Fuck, it smells like cow dung."

The cattle rose and fell one after another, mooing a few times, and slowly moved away from the manic two-legged beast.

Ethan saw Hood and Candy sitting in a light blue broken pickup truck from a distance. He pulled the car over and Hood handed over something wrapped in oil paper.

"Three thousand dollars, this is your share."

"Thank you, what are you doing?" Ethan took the oil paper bag and patted it on his hand.

"Nothing, just go shopping with Candy."

"Okay, I'll leave first."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Ethan stopped asking and continued driving on patrol.

When the time came to noon, he touched Kong Kong's belly, turned the steering wheel, turned around and drove towards the town.

The celebration area is no longer as deserted as it was in the morning. People are flowing through it, and there are many children wearing white masks and happily chasing balloons in their hands.

When passing by a stall, I saw Rebecca wearing a traditional long skirt and a white scarf hat standing in a stall, playing with her fingers boredly, with various pies placed next to her.

Ethan stopped the vehicle, got out and walked towards her stall.

"You're Ethan, right?"

A hot blonde woman wearing a denim skirt stopped him with her long legs, holding a pie in her hand.

Ethan stopped and said nothing.

"Don't you know me? My name is Kate Moody and Cole is my husband."

"Nice to meet you, how does this taste?" Ethan pointed to the food in her hand.

"WTF, you killed my husband, don't you have nothing to say? You actually asked me how the pie tasted!" Kate opened her eyes wide and looked at Ethan in disbelief.

"Well, congratulations then?" Ethan thought for a moment, "I heard that Cole has a history of domestic violence. You must have suffered a lot by following him."

The next moment Ethan finished saying this, a piece of pie hit his face with a "pop" sound.

After Kate said "Fakeyo", she waved her middle finger and left with her friends.

Ethan shook his head helplessly, walked up to Rebecca who was covering her mouth and snickering with a look on her face, and asked her seriously:

"This beautiful lady, I wonder what food you recommend here?"

"Of course, the piece of crispy peach pie on your face is our specialty and it tastes very good. However, I'd better get you another piece."

Rebecca smiled and handed him a towel, and after he wiped it clean, she cut a piece of crispy peach pie and gave it to Ethan.

"How much is it?" Ethan took a bite and it tasted really good.

"Five dollars will do."

Handing the money to Rebecca, seeing that she was still snickering, Ethan took a hard bite of the crispy peach pie in his hand. I will make you unable to laugh next time.