My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Arriving at Davis Bar, Ethan went straight to the jukebox.

After choosing a bunch of Beatles songs, he came to the bar and sat down.

"I didn't expect you to like listening to this kind of music at your age." Candy poured him wine, flicked his wrist, and the wine glass slid along the pulp-covered table.

Ethan caught the wine glass, took a sip and said, "Classics will never go out of style."

"How's your injury?"

Candy threw the towel over her shoulder and walked over.

"Hood told you?"

Ethan put down his wine glass and waved his hand to reject the cigar offered by Candy, "I can't stand this."

"Yes, I haven't seen you here for a few days. Hood said you were injured."

Candy nodded, then took a puff of the cigar and exhaled the smoke.

The income of this small bar opened in the town is actually not high, and the candy life is also tight.

After receiving the money last time, his financial situation has finally become a lot easier. Although he doesn't dare to spend big money, he still has no problem smoking a cigar and enjoying it.

While the two were chatting, a satchel was thrown onto the bar.

Jabber took off his sunglasses and sat down, waving to Candy to pour wine. Candy bit his cigar, poured him wine, and walked away slowly.

"Tell me what you want from me." Jia Bo picked up the wine glass.

"I'm very sorry. It's about what I promised you last time."

"I was injured before and rested for several days. Now I probably won't be able to ask for leave again in a short time."

Ethan picked up the wine glass, took a sip and said.

"I thought you were going to say something, it doesn't matter."

Jiabo shrugged his shoulders, "I was going to inform you that my friend has a son in jail. She has planned to stay quiet for a while before taking action."

Then this was really a coincidence. Ethan nodded, and then asked curiously: "By the way, what's your friend's name?"

Jiabo took a sip of wine and then replied:

"Her name is Mama Lan."

Seeing Ethan's confused expression, Jabo shrugged his shoulders, "This is just a title. Besides, even though she is a woman, her methods are extraordinary."

"It's okay to call me Dad Lan." Ethan shook his head, "This has nothing to do with me, I'm just doing you a favor."

"Well, I'll let you know when she's ready to take action."

Jiabo picked up the bag, pulled his bald head with his fingers, and said angrily:

"Next time something like this happens, just call me. It makes me run all the way from New York. This glass of wine is yours. I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, Jaber left Davis Bar in a hurry.

Ethan looked at the empty wine glass next to him and laughed dumbly. He didn't know what Jiabo was busy with all day long, he was always elusive.

After drinking all the wine, Ethan put the money under the cup and went home.

The next morning, Ethan woke up early from the bed. He stretched out his hand to grab it as usual, but found nothing.

After staring for a while, he remembered that Blake had gone back to school.

When he woke up, he didn't get up in a hurry. He yawned and took out the skill book from the system.

He opened the skill book casually, and it turned into a ball of light and dissipated in his hand.

With a thought, he exhaled the light screen. After thinking about it for a moment, Ethan clicked on the plus sign behind the pistol skill.

Oops, the skill is updated.

The proficiency level behind the pistol skill disappeared directly, and then the color of the skill name changed from white to orange.

Ethan was confused for a moment. Could it be that this was the top limit?

After waiting for a while, there was no more shooting experience in his brain like last time. Then he put his hands in front of his eyes and looked through them. There was no change in his body.

Ethan immediately got up, grabbed the duty belt hanging on the wall and walked outside the house.

Arriving at the simple shooting range next to the house, he placed his duty belt on the table next to the shooting position and pulled out the Glock.

The moment I held the Glock in my hand, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

Ethan held the pistol and looked into the shooting range.

There were distance markers on the shooting range. When he looked at a can fifteen meters away, he immediately felt an inexplicable spiritual connection with the can.

Looking at the small glass bottle twenty-five meters away, the same feeling existed.

Ethan excitedly raised his gun and fired quickly. With a bang, the glass bottle exploded, and the sound of the gun startled a flock of birds on the tree nearby. The birds flew around without any trace in the air.

He turned the muzzle of his gun to the sky and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

After five gunshots, the birds fell one after another. Ethan ran over quickly and took a closer look. He saw four beaten and bloody bird corpses on the ground.

Ethan scratched his head, kicked a few bird carcasses into the grass, and returned to the shooting position excitedly.

This time he aimed at a distance of thirty-five meters. At this distance, the shooting feeling was much weakened, but he could still maintain a very high hit rate.

After emptying two magazines, he replaced them with Colt M1911 and Python revolvers. There was basically no difference in shooting accuracy.

After the test, Ethan found that when he fired rapidly, he could basically hit any fixed target within 25 meters, and he could still maintain a very high hit rate beyond 25 meters.

A moving target can maintain extremely high accuracy at a distance of about twenty meters, as evidenced by the few birds that were shot down just now.

This level up is more about giving him a feeling of shooting and a sense of connection with the target.

The general effective range of a pistol is 50 meters, and the Amerikan police have also made statistics. In more than 90% of cases, the distance between police and suspects in exchanges of fire is between 8-15 meters.

In actual combat, if the distance exceeds 15 meters and both sides are in motion, the shooting accuracy will drop drastically.

It often happens that police and criminals fire dozens of rounds at each other, but neither side is injured.

Now his level is definitely enough under normal circumstances. Putting down the python revolver, Ethan clenched his fist excitedly.

It was still early, so Ethan walked towards the small pier.

The early morning sun shone on his naked body. Ethan stretched his muscles, then jumped into the cold lake with a splash and started his morning exercise.

After not working for a few days, Ethan went to Miles Restaurant to pack a lot of sweets before returning to the police station.

"Good morning."

After Ethan said hello to Alma, he placed a large piece of cake in front of her, and the black aunt suddenly smiled from ear to ear.

"Damn it, look, the missing person from our police station is back."

Seeing Ethan appear, Brock rubbed his belly and screamed strangely, while Siobhan and Emmett also followed suit.

"I said, if anyone knows when to shut up, they can eat delicious chocolate cake right away." Ethan raised the sugar-coated cannonball in his hand without hesitation.

Seeing the cake covered in chocolate on Ethan's hand, Siobhan swallowed and quickly covered his mouth.

"Okay, for the sake of this cake, I'll spare you."

Brock grabbed the belt and loosened it, and said reluctantly.

Ethan then put the cake down with satisfaction, and Brock and Siobhan hurriedly jumped on it.