My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Proctor went that way.

After saying this, Ethan frowned and waved his hand without hesitation.

"candy."

He said seriously: "I won't do anything to make pills. That business is too harmful."

"No no no."

The old bartender shook his head repeatedly and took a puff of cigarette: "There are some things that you don't know. Proctor accidentally revealed his thoughts a long time ago. His real target is the mayor of Banshee Town."

"You know, our Banshee Town is in strong mayor mode."

"That guy does so many things, wears a suit and tie, and the ultimate goal is to become mayor."

"With his strength at that time, he can get that position again!"

Having said this, Candy couldn't help but swallow his saliva: "Even the godfather of Banshee Town is at risk at any time. Only with power can he become an absolutely powerful being."

"Everything else will be blown away by wind and rain, only political power will take root and last forever!"

The American political system is relatively complex.

There are generally two models, one is the strong mayor model, and the other is the strong council model.

To put it bluntly, it is a matter of management model.

Banshee Town falls into the former category, and Ethan couldn't help but be frightened by what Candy said. If Proctor had been the mayor of Banshee Town, the difficulty would have been nightmare-level.

The judge was bribed to turn the district attorney into his.

Even if the Banshee Town Police Department tried to do something, it was useless. As soon as they moved their butts, others were caught off guard.

And as long as you sit in this kind of position, and if you have the right skills and abilities, it will be no problem to hold it for decades. Then Proctor is a real local powerhouse.

This ambition is extraordinary.

"no."

As soon as Ethan put the cigarette to his mouth, he stared at the candy blankly: "You mean to ask me to run for mayor???"

Just kidding.

Shooting a gun by yourself is fine, but managing a town with thousands of people will cost you your life.

"why not?"

Candy put his hands on the bar and said excitedly: "I even think that's a good idea. It just happens to be the election season soon. Trust me, Proctor is a very smart man."

"Whatever he wants to do, you just do it."

"With power, it will be easier for you to deal with the Aryan Brotherhood."

"Do you still want to return to the Banshee Town Police Station?"

"Having been a town police officer and a city police officer, you should understand the importance of wearing an official coat. Don't tell me you don't understand this."

Of course he would not consider the Banshee Town Police Department.

After all, he was still a police sergeant in Chicago. With just a phone call, he could mobilize the SWAT tactical team and helicopter support, and the patrol officers came at the wave of his hand. He couldn't go back to Banshee Town and work as a patrol officer for Brock.

That style is too low.

Originally, his plan was to start a business in the town.

But Candy's words woke him up.

In Chicago, he can show off his power. In addition to his own strength, the CPD police badge also gives him a lot of support.

Along the way, I have been wearing various coats.

Town police, city police, detectives, and consultants to the Ministry of National Defense. With these identities concealed, I can do all kinds of things unscrupulously underneath. I can't stop using any signs now.

And he is still young.

If he really takes down the mayor, and if he continues to operate for a long time, he will definitely become a more terrifying existence than Proctor.

Thinking of this, he swallowed hard.

Be a local emperor.

It seems to be a good choice. You can't always think about shooting and running.

"What is that!"

His voice was a little thirsty, and he scratched his face: "I have only been a policeman, and I have no idea how to manage a small town."

"Besides, I'm not a politician."

"Fuck you politicians."

Candy swallowed the whiskey in his hand and said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "This is just a small town with a few thousand people. What kind of political ability do you think it needs? Just take care of the people in those key departments."

"In some small towns, even a dog can be the mayor."

He nodded and said seriously: "I mean a real dog. What do you think is so difficult about this?"

"The most important thing is, as long as you can please the voters."

"The security situation in the town is very bad now. With your resume, this is definitely a plus."

"Gordon, he can't."

Gordon Hopewell, former District Attorney.

Now the mayor.

The ex-husband of Hood's ex-girlfriend Carly is a bit convoluted, but it also proves the complexity of the relationship. He has dealt with the other party before, and he has the image of an old white man.

In fact, it stands to reason, based on District Attorney Gordon's resume.

Public security shouldn't be so bad.

"At least think about the feasibility of this." Candy shrugged and wiped the bar table with a towel happily: "At least in my opinion, this is a good idea, Mayor Morgan!"

"You definitely get my vote."

Hearing this, Ethan smiled dumbly.

I wanted to find out who he was going to deal with, but I didn't expect that the mayor was involved.

"Back to business."

He knocked on the bar and said with a serious face: "What are the physical characteristics of the person who attacked you that day?"

I can't do big things for the time being, but I still have no problem dealing with the minions.

The old bartender stopped wiping.

He looked at Ethan movedly, but he didn't expect that this guy really came here with the idea of ​​venting his anger.

I was about to decline.

At this time, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open.

Two strong white men walked in with heavy steps. Despite the winter, they were wearing sleeveless jackets and the swastika tattoos on their arms were particularly eye-catching.

A man came to the bar and put his hands on the counter.

That black M9 is particularly eye-catching.

Another person walked to the side and scanned everything in the bar.

Their expressions were a little unkind.

This scene made Candy's mind wander. The same thing happened a few years ago, and it seemed to have the same result.

"Old man."

The guy wearing a black jacket and holding a pistol looked at the candy and smiled: "I didn't expect you to be in good health. In just one week, the bar will be able to reopen."

"But we still have some scores to settle."

Ethan took a puff of cigarette and a sip of fragrant whiskey, tasting them leisurely.

Banshee Town.

How interesting.

I encountered this kind of drama as soon as I came back.

"I do not understand."

Candy took a step forward with a stern face: "You punched me, I don't know what business we can discuss?"

Hearing this, Ethan raised his eyebrows.

"Don't move."

The black jacket adjusted the muzzle position according to the direction of the movement of the candy: "All the old bartenders will keep an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun under the bar. I don't know if this is the law of the world anymore."

"However, I really advise you not to do anything stupid."

"Please believe that I really don't care about killing a Nico." (End of Chapter)