My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In a messy small apartment.

The beautiful stripper pulled off her clothes and fed the little baby they had brought with them.

When talking about his career, he is not embarrassed at all.

In her opinion.

In the eyes of many people, this is a legitimate profession and no big deal.

It's really nothing.

But just doing this action in front of several people without hesitation still frightened them a little.

That's mellow and heavy.

This made several Chicago police officers extremely embarrassed and hurriedly diverted their attention.

Going out to play, that's okay.

But breastfeeding is another story.

"Snapped."

Ethan waved his arm and slapped Allen, who was paying full attention.

Let this guy divert his attention.

Next to him, Horsted was sipping a cocktail, wishing he could get drunk right away.

Just one night.

He actually married a beautiful stripper with a child.

For a moment, my thoughts were extremely messy.

"So, it was one o'clock in the morning when you and Jay got married, right?" Ethan wrote down the timeline and looked away: "Then when you came to the hotel, did you see Rusek?"

"No!"

Jade winked at Horsted: "Most people were so drunk that they fell asleep."

"only you."

Looking at Ethan again, the stripper smiled and raised her eyebrows: "This is the first time I've seen someone be able to pose like that without any effort."

"I have some photos here, do you want to see them?"

"Cough~"

Ethan coughed heavily and held down the eager little fat man and Big Lao Hei.

He wanted to say something more, but suddenly looked at the door.

The body is on alert.

"Bang."

There was a loud noise and the door lock was broken.

"LVMPD."

Two patrol officers, a man and a woman, rushed in quickly, raised their Glocks in the air, and shouted nervously: "Everyone, stop moving, put your damn hands up, and don't let me say it a second time."

"Hey hey hey."

Three Chicago police officers and a fat man on the sofa raised their hands and shouted:

"Damn it, don't shoot."

"We can explain if there is any misunderstanding."

"Don't get excited, calm down."

Little Taylor was frightened by the sudden movement and immediately let out a high-pitched cry.

The small apartment was a mess.

"I married a stripper." Horsted's eyes were dull:

"She has a baby!"

"I attended a bachelor party and ended up sleeping with someone else's wife, but he didn't even care." Atwater said listlessly and with a sad face, "Now I'm still being taken to the police station and put on damn handcuffs."

After saying that, he shook his arm.

The silver handcuffs on his dark arms looked very dazzling.

One side is connected to Horsted.

On the other side, there was the fat little Allen who was in a daze.

Next to him was his Sergeant Ethan. Four people were chained together with three sets of handcuffs, sitting on a bench in a certain branch of the Las Vegas Police Department.

Phone calls continued all around.

There were Las Vegas police officers everywhere wearing khaki pants and dark brown tops.

The benches were lined up facing each other, surrounded by drunks and drug addicts. Even though they were prepared, the two Chicago police detectives were still crying when they were actually handcuffed to this place.

If someone from the Chicago Police Department knew that the intelligence team had lost half of its people in Las Vegas.

I have to laugh my head off.

"Boss."

Atwater poked his head and asked in a low voice: "When will we reveal our identities? The other party might let us go for the sake of our colleagues."

Just now in the apartment, there was no chance to argue.

The two patrol officers, a man and a woman, were obviously very angry. After locking up the four of them, they packed them into the back of the patrol car.

They only had time to tell the stripper not to worry.

He was taken away by the patrol police.

Ethan also reminded them not to talk on the way, so Atwater had this question now.

"Not in a hurry."

Ethan looked around and noticed something was wrong: "When we drove the patrol car to Horsted's wife's house, when you were tinkering with the walkie-talkie, you said something to me. Repeat it to me."

"Please."

Hearing this, Horsted raised his hand dissatisfied.

"I don't understand why you are dissatisfied." Allen shook his beard and said enviously: "That is a young and beautiful stripper, and she also has a cute child."

“You don’t have to do anything to enjoy it.”

"How nice."

"do you know?"

Horsted shrugged, with a complicated expression: "There are some things I would rather do myself."

In fact, he was both happy and panicked.

It is impossible to say that there is not a little bit of happiness when there is an extra beautiful girl.

But I really don’t want to get married out of nowhere.

I just wanted to find a chance to chat with the stripper alone, but before I could open my mouth, I was interrupted by the Las Vegas patrol. I could only continue to delay, but luckily I got the other party's contact information.

There is still room for redemption.

"Shut up you two."

Ethan shook the handcuffs and looked at Atwater: "What you said in the car is very important. Say it again."

"Um."

Da Laohei thought for a while, frowned and whispered: "I have searched all the channels on the police car walkie-talkie, and there is no wanted information about the stolen police car. Do you think there is anything wrong with this?"

"uh-huh."

Ethan nodded slowly and said in a deep voice: "The loss of a patrol car in Chicago is a very serious matter, and I believe it is the same in Las Vegas."

"Don't you think these people are too relaxed?"

"Maybe this is our chance."

After hearing his words, Atwater and Horsted both cheered up and turned to look at the police officers around them who were in a hurry but still relatively relaxed. Based on their own understanding, they nodded repeatedly.

"You want to escape from prison?"

Allen's eyes were bright and he licked his lips: "I was planning just now. Did you see the fat policeman in front of you?"

"We rushed over together and snatched his gun."

"Hold him hostage and use the key to open the handcuffs."

"If you push that door open again, you can run out of the police station. It's actually very simple. Just hit them without defense."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and his beard was trembling with excitement: "Let's pick up Jade and Tyler, get in the car and start a road escape, all the way to Mexico, just like in the movie."

"Drinking tequila, holding a beautiful woman on the beach and watching the sunset."

"Gudu."

There was a sound of swallowing next to him, and the tall, bald, drunk man listened in trance and entered the world described by the little fat man.

Sun, beach and bikini beauties.

The crystal tequila turned into a line of water and fell on the charming chest.

In the sea breeze, it shines brilliantly.

"Thanks, brother!"

He smiled at the little fat man and rushed out with the handcuffs on his hands.

"Bang~"

The people who rushed over from the side knocked the bald drunk man over hard, and the patrol policemen piled on him one after another, pressed him to the ground, and started beating him randomly with their hands and feet.

"Is he a fool?"

Allen pointed at the guy with a look of disbelief on his face and looked at Ethan intelligently. (End of chapter)