My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Several people put their arms around each other and walked out of the house together.

Walking towards Lincoln in the sunshine.

Wendy's brother Alan was already waiting outside, and this guy was having an indiscriminate kiss on their Labrador retriever.

On the ground next to him was his small backpack.

"Hey."

Sid, who was wearing mid-trousers, quickly followed from behind and spread his hands in confusion: "Guys, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Sid."

Ethan was even more puzzled and shrugged: "Las Vegas?"

"NO, NO, NO."

Sid shook his head repeatedly, took out the garage key from his pocket and pressed it to the side: "When you go to Las Vegas, you have to look like you are going to Las Vegas."

"Get in my car."

He shook his other hand and the car keys flew forward: "Let it go to Las Vegas again!"

The garage door slowly opened.

A Mercedes-Benz soft-top convertible appeared in front of everyone. The body shape looked a bit old, but it was very well maintained. The shiny silver body caught their eyes firmly.

This kind of old car has more collection value than use value.

Has its own unique charm.

Driving this kind of car out for fun will certainly feel great.

"Shet."

Atwater is a car lover, and his eyes lit up when he saw this old Mercedes-Benz. He was so excited that he clapped his hands with Horsted: "I like this car, it's so beautiful."

"Sid!"

Rusek threw away the keys in his hand and said with a surprised look on his face: "Are you sure? This 1969SE is your favorite."

"Of course."

Sid opened his arms nonchalantly: "We are family now, aren't we?"

“It’s time for this old guy to go out for a spin.”

"Thanks!"

Rusek excitedly stepped forward and hugged him: "I will definitely treat this car well."

"Just remember one thing." Sid whispered in his ear: "Don't let Allen drive, that bastard will destroy the car."

This definition of quiet is open to debate.

The sound reached the ears of several people around, and Allen could naturally hear it. He patted the dust on his pants nonchalantly.

"The co-pilot is mine."

Before anyone could react, Ethan raised his hand to reserve a seat.

"Please."

"That's what I was about to say."

"Can you restart the clock?"

Everyone, including the fat guy Allen, protested. Although the vehicle was spacious enough for three people in the back, it was not as comfortable as sitting in the front.

The drill just now made Allen familiar with them a lot.

Or maybe he is just a person who is not afraid of life.

Then they started to boo.

"No." Ethan laughed and took the small backpack from the Lincoln: "The rules are the rules. When you are the first to call the co-pilot, then the co-pilot is yours."

It's not that he is overbearing.

America does have such a well-established little rule.

Everyone got in the car one after another. Under the driving of Rusek, the old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz slowly drove out of the garage. The shiny car body could even reflect the shadow of the palm trees. The leather seats made Ethan twist his butt comfortably.

"remember."

The car drove past Sid, and he high-fived everyone: "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!"

"Ha ha."

Everyone laughed and gave him a thumbs up.

This is a slang that is widely circulated in the United States. It means that if something crazy happens or is done somewhere, just leave it behind and never bring it into your own life.

It is also an excuse before indulgence.

Sid had a look of envy and jealousy on his face, either because he was old or because there were no seats in the car.

Ethan suspected that the old boy would be tempted to jump into the car.

I don’t know how charming this casino and the world’s entertainment capital is.

The engine roared, and the Mercedes-Benz quickly drove out of the villa and headed towards Las Vegas. The people in the car put on sunglasses and let the strong wind mess up their hair.

Leaving notes all the way, the convertible drove onto the highway to the sound of rock music.

There are still about 320 kilometers away from the casino. It should be dark when we drive to Vegas, just in time to start the bachelor party night.

"Morgan!"

A pair of big hands hugged him from behind, and Allen shouted loudly: "You know what? I'm very touched."

“It means a lot to me to be able to bring this on.”

"Don't say that." Ethan clapped his hand, turned around and smiled: "You are Rusek's friend, that is, our friend, just have fun!"

"Of course, of course."

Allen's beard trembled slightly, and his expression was extremely serious: "Don't worry, I am a very tight-lipped person. No matter what happens tonight, I will not tell anyone."

"Hey, relax."

Horsted, who was squeezed in the middle, adjusted his sitting position: "This is just a party!"

"I know I know."

Allen raised his sunglasses and his eyes became fanatical: "I don't care what happens in that city at all. You know it's a sin city. Even if you kill someone, I don't care."

“It’s a trip to Vegas!!!”

Those words made Horsted look confused.

Where on earth did this guy think they were going, and why did he say such a thing.

And look at his sincere eyes.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he was serious or joking.

"You should know."

Atwater was also dumbfounded. He turned sideways and looked at Allen, waved and gestured: "Apart from you, are all the police in this car?"

"Then what?" Allen stared wide-eyed:

"Aren't you guys from Chicago?"

Well, Atwater didn't know if the other party was joking.

"OK."

Ethan had a headache and hurriedly responded: "You are right, what happened in Vegas should stay in Vegas and only a few of us know about it."

"Yes, that's what I meant."

Allen excitedly grabbed the back of the seat and stood up, cheering loudly against the wind and waves:

“Road trip, woohoo!”

"Hey~~~"

At this moment, a car drove up from the side. He grabbed a handful of his beard and patted the car excitedly: "Vegas, BABY, we are going to Vegas!!!"

Horsted covered his face with his hands and shrank his body downward.

Atwater looked at the six or seven-year-old blond girl in the car next to him, and his face turned black and red with embarrassment.

"Woohoo~"

Allen didn't care how big the other person was and continued to cheer happily.

The little girl opposite looked like you are crazy, and raised a slender middle finger at the fat man fiercely.

Ethan's neck stiffened and he looked at Rusek.

The bastard adjusted his sunglasses and coughed unnaturally.

No wonder he had a helpless look on his face when he said he wanted to bring his brother-in-law with him. He already knew this was a strange thing emotionally.

to Allen's cheers.

Silver lightning speeds on the highway, heading towards Las Vegas.