My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

This slightly joyful scene seemed extremely depressing to Eileen.

Seated in that SUV were men who looked to be Italians, all dressed in black.

There was an aura of darkness in the car.

Frank didn't say anything, and his cold eyes just glanced at Shelty.

The latter turned back stiffly.

He looked at Irene in despair, and then walked around in the other direction with heavy steps to get on the bus.

The female police detective opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

At this time.

A tall figure walked forward from the side and swaggered to the front of the SUV.

"Mr. Frank."

Ethan nodded to the big nose, then looked into the car with a smile.

The lawyer who used to look like an elite was now squeezed in the middle of the seat. His feet were shaking uncontrollably. In just ten seconds, sweat dropped like raindrops from his face.

"Mr. Morgan."

Frank naturally couldn't look down upon this guy who slapped him so hard.

But he didn't dare to show hostility.

He originally thought that the man was just an ordinary Chicago policeman, but after the luxury club was unceremoniously swept away, he realized that this man was not simple.

His information is not as well-informed as Carlo.

After being released on bail just now, I immediately asked people I knew for information.

Only then did he know what kind of person he was dealing with, so even though he was dissatisfied, he still managed to smile.

"listen."

Ethan lit his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke at Shelty: "I heard someone say that there is a store selling hardware tools just two turns ahead."

His eyes fell on Frank, and he said with a smile:

"I also heard that there are electric drills for sale there."

"Never hit that thing on a living person, it will be very painful and too cruel, what do you think!!!"

Shelty was shocked when she heard this.

He looked at the police chief in disbelief. The smile on his face was like a devil's.

"certainly."

Frank smiled and moved his feet to the side: "It's impossible for us to do that kind of thing. We are all law-abiding citizens."

Underfoot, there was a large electric drill.

People who can be brought to social clubs are somewhat dark, and there are some things that Frank is not afraid of being known.

What's more, the other party mentioned it first.

After noticing the electric drill, Shelty's fear of death turned into extreme panic. She shivered and was about to shout for help. The man in the black suit behind her had already expected it and slapped him one after another.

He struggled desperately, but the car window quickly rose.

Leaving a plume of white smoke in front of the police station, the SUV quickly drove away.

It can be said that Ethan witnessed the prelude to a murder case, but there was no wave in his heart.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned around.

He thought he was going to have a serious encounter with the mafia, but he didn't expect that it was a good thing done by a small lawyer, which made him feel a little disappointed.

But that's fine, tit for tat.

Shelty will be drilled to death, and Victoria Watson must have gotten her revenge.

"We do this?"

Eileen stood there blankly, looking at the leaving vehicle: "Is that right?"

Although she didn't see what was going on inside the car.

But there was no need to guess what would happen to Shelty, which was in great conflict with his career concept.

"remember."

Ethan held her shoulders and smiled: "This is his choice. No one forced him to take that car. Shelty took the path herself."

"Not only Chicago, this world has its own operating rules. You are not a newcomer, so you should be able to understand."

The two stood for a while against the snowflakes flying in the sky, and then slowly returned to the police station.

The case also ended quietly.

Just like the lawyer's life.

The Cadillac rolled around in the snow and soon stopped in front of an apartment building.

Next to the front door, a yellow light sign was hung.

The big characters Gallagher are particularly conspicuous.

Pushing open the half-covered iron fence and walking along the path, this apartment building, which used to be a gathering place for homeless people, drunkards, and drug addicts, has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Even the exterior walls have been repaired and painted.

Lights lit up in the windows above, and the sound of music, voices, and dinner cooking floated in the night air.

A few months later, the place was fully rented out.

Just such a small building provides the Gallaghers and Kevin couple with a very stable and generous source of income, and they no longer have the difficult daily routine of worrying about trivial matters.

Ethan walked inside happily.

Being able to bring changes to the lives of his friends also gives him the joy of harvest.

"Click."

He took out the key and opened the door.

The little kids were getting older, and at Ethan's suggestion, Fiona moved into a small suite on the first floor, so that she could have her own independent world and free up a room for Carl.

In the kitchen, the sound of pinging bells rang.

Hanging his coat familiarly on the hanger on the pillar next to the door, Ethan walked in casually.

There is enough heating in the house, and I feel warm.

The large stew pot was steaming, and the aroma of beef and tomatoes hit her face. Fiona tied her ponytail high, wearing a camisole and a pair of black hot pants.

The slender legs are white and delicate.

Humming a little tune in her mouth, she kept stirring the food in the stew pot, twisting her waist slightly.

A pair of big cold hands suddenly came up from behind.

"Farke."

Fiona was startled by the up and down hugs, and the spoon in her hand almost flew out.

Smelling the familiar smell of tobacco, her body relaxed: "God, do you make no sound when you walk? Things are ready, they will be here in half an hour."

The grapes were expertly twisted while looking at the beef tumbling in the pot.

The landlady let out a chuckle.

She quickly turned around, jumped up her legs, and wrapped them around the other person's waist.

"Why do you want me to call them all here tonight?" Looking at that handsome face, Fiona licked the spoon and buried her head: "Come and help me test whether the taste is ready."

"Hmm~"

After tasting it carefully for a while, Ethan nodded with satisfaction: "It tastes very good."

He grabbed the spoon and threw it into the pot.

He turned the stove switch to the minimum, put his arms around the laughing and charming landlady and strode to the bedroom next to her: "How about we discuss the cooking techniques in depth?"

"don't want."

"They'll be here in a moment."

"Don't worry."

"Hurry up~~~"

Half an hour later, she finally finished studying the technique of stewing beef brisket with tomatoes. Fiona played with Ethan's hand and said with a flushed face: "You haven't answered my question yet. Why are you so interested today?"

"Please."

Ethan smoked a cigarette comfortably: "Don't you often have dinner together? It's just that I called you here this time."

"But there is one thing."

"I'm leaving." (End of chapter)