My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Before the vehicle stopped, Emmett opened the door and jumped out of the car holding a Remington M870 shotgun.

"Damn it, is there a war here?" Brock also got out of the passenger seat carrying an M4. Seeing several corpses and bullet casings everywhere in front of him, he put the M4 down and couldn't help but touch his head. .

"Guys, you're here."

Ethan looked at the shocked expressions on their faces, laughed, and flicked the cigarette butts out of his hands.

"After receiving your call, we set off as soon as possible, and the BOSS is coming." Emmett looked at the burning object in front of him, walked over to take a look curiously, then covered his nose and walked away.

"I didn't expect you to take care of these people so quickly."

Emmett looked at Ethan with admiration. In addition to the M4A1 on his back, Ethan also held a Python revolver in his hand. There was a bit of sternness on his handsome face at this time.

"Those idiots came strutting over and hit the muzzle of my gun. It was a pity for my car."

Ethan gritted his teeth and walked towards his Ford F150. The car body was covered with bullet holes, the front windshield was shattered, and the rearview mirror fell off. It could basically be taken directly to the scrapyard.

"Ethan, I will compensate you for your loss." Siobhan said sheepishly as he looked at his car.

"It's okay, Ethan, you can apply for a subsidy from the bureau. It shouldn't be a big problem. This group of people made a lot of noise today. You have solved this gang of motorcycle gangs, and it should be easy to apply for funds."

Brock waved his hand and continued: "Siobhan, please go back and change your clothes first. At least put on your shoes."

While talking, Hood also rushed to the scene. Generally speaking, when a group firefight occurs, the follow-up processing will be very troublesome, and the investigation will last for a long time. However, because this gang of motorcycle gangs first tried to prey on the residents of this town, that person was still a local. The prosecutor's wife.

Then these people went to the Banshee Town celebration site to cause an attack, causing many injuries. At night, they were heavily armed and tried to attack law enforcement officers.

In this matter, no one will try to cause trouble for Ethan and Siobhan, just write a report as a routine.

After the scene was cleared, several people left one after another.

Today's attack put them under a lot of pressure. They didn't expect to deal with these motorcycle gangs so quickly, so they were relieved.

Because the F150 was destroyed, Ethan took out his personal belongings in the car and asked a tow truck to take the F150 away. Then he stopped Hood and asked him to take him back.

"BOSS, please leave first. I'll take him back later." Siobhan walked over wearing a thin coat.

Hood winked at Ethan with a smirk, started the vehicle and left in a hurry.

"Can you have a drink with me? I can't sleep right now."

So many things happened to Siobhan today, and he really needed to find some way to vent. After hesitating for a moment, Ethan nodded.

Back in the living room, the TV was still playing The Amazing Race, and Phil stood on the carpet of the relay station with a smile on his face, waiting for the players from each team to sign in.

Siobhan picked up the remote control and wanted to turn off the TV, but Ethan stopped him

"Let it keep playing, I quite like watching it too."

"Do you want something to drink?" Siobhan put down the remote control. "I have whiskey, brandy, beer, and red wine here?"

"Whiskey, please add some ice, thank you."

Ethan sat on the sofa and watched the TV show with interest.

Siobhan walked out of the kitchen with wine and two glasses in his left hand and a small ice bucket in his right hand, and sat down next to Ethan.

Ethan took the unopened Meg Whiskey in her hand, and after removing the wax stick, Siobhan had already put ice cubes in the glass.

Ethan poured more than half of his glass without politeness, then placed the mouth of the bottle on Siobhan's glass and turned to look at her.

"Pour it, and stop when I tell you to stop." Siobhan saw Ethan's movements and said.

When the cup was almost full, Siobhan signaled Ethan to stop what he was doing. She picked up the cup and took a sip, but was choked by the alcohol and coughed repeatedly.

After putting down the wine glass, she bent down and groped under the table for a while, brought two bags up, and threw one bag to Ethan.

Ethan took it and saw that it was a bag of potato chips. He was stunned for a moment and then put the potato chips back on the table. He usually didn't like eating when drinking, let alone potato chips.

Ethan was lying on the sofa drinking wine, and Siobhan was biting potato chips.

"I'm lucky to have you here tonight. I didn't expect those people would really come to take revenge on me." The light from the TV kept flashing on Siobhan's face.

"Don't take it to heart. They would do the same thing if it were Emmett. As I said just now, we are friends, and of course we have to take care of each other."

Siobhan lowered her head slightly, then looked at Ethan, her eyes were red, "You know? Today is my birthday, I didn't expect to spend it like this."

"This is a surprise, happy birthday to you"

Ethan sat up straight, "It's a pity that those bastards ruined it, but at least I lit a big candle for you, right?"

Seeing Ethan winking, Siobhan burst out laughing, then grabbed a handful of potato chips and threw them at Ethan.

While the two were chatting, they drank glass after glass of whiskey, and the bottle of Meg soon ran out.

"You can't drink anymore. Just sleep peacefully. You'll be fine."

Seeing Siobhan's drunken look and the glass in her hand shaking, Ethan quickly reached out to take the glass away, put it on the table, then picked her up with both hands and walked towards the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, she looked carefree, but the bedroom was very warmly decorated, with a huge Minnie doll placed beside the bed.

Ethan carefully put her on the bed, then pulled a quilt with yellow flowers printed on it to cover her.

After Siobhan mumbled a few times, he fell into a deep sleep.

She was also very tired that day. On her birthday, she first killed someone, and then someone came to her door for revenge. Normal people couldn't resist this kind of mental pressure. At this time, she drank herself so much that she could sleep comfortably. sleep.

Ethan looked at the shoes on her feet, scratched his head, then turned off the light and left. Anyway, old beauties like to wear shoes to bed, and he didn't want to have to work hard to help her take off her shoes.

He took his two guns in the living room. No one was there at this time, so he put the guns back into the space and called an Uber home.

At the intersection, Ethan asked the driver to stop the car, and it was only about 200 meters after turning in. It was just right for a walk to relieve the drunkenness.

When we were still a short distance from the house, we saw through a gap in the trees a man sitting on the steps of his porch.

Ethan alertly took out the python revolver, opened the magazine, took out a quick loader, loaded the bullet, and walked forward carefully holding the gun.