My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Under the leadership of Siobhan, he quickly picked up his car.

Although the taillight is damaged and the hood has a groove as big as a fist, there is no other way and it can only be driven like this for now.

Fortunately, I am in town.

Even if you drive a junk car, you won't have to worry about being stopped by the patrol.

Erin was right.

He could only drive a shabby Dodge Challenger. Thinking of this, Ethan laughed, turned the steering wheel and drove quickly in the direction of Banshee Town Hospital.

What Siobhan said just now needs to be carefully considered.

The first priority is to find a senior Republican who can learn more about the campaign.

After all, the female town police officer said so herself.

She had only done an internship in the campaign office before, and she only knew a little bit about some things.

As for who to call, Siobhan said he couldn't help.

To put it bluntly, she is just a town police officer, and a relatively young one at that.

Candy, not to mention.

Skin color issues.

As a minority group, he is destined not to know much about these things.

However, Ethan already had an idea in mind.

Maybe you can take shortcuts in a person's life, share some benefits, and ask for some rewards is normal. Although it is not your own benefit, it is almost the same.

The ward where Bunker is located has been found out.

Actually.

That guy has been in the burn care unit for a long time and was just transferred to the general ward a few days ago.

Swinging a bouquet of goose-yellow flowers, she arrived on the third floor of the hospital.

Turned a corner and came to the front of the ward.

"Click."

He pressed the door lock and pushed the door open.

He and the person lying on the hospital bed looked at each other, and they were both a little stunned. Then he looked at the blond woman sitting next to the hospital bed. The other person seemed not to have expected someone to come in, and his face turned red instantly.

Bunker was lying on the hospital bed, but he didn't look depressed at all.

The quilt on his body bulged high.

The pretty blond woman looked at Ethan blankly, her white arms deeply inserted into the quilt.

Currently.

Constantly ups and downs.

"Feel sorry!"

Ethan couldn't help but laugh, and quickly took a step back, closing the door behind him.

Less than two minutes later, hurried footsteps sounded inside.

The door opens.

The blonde woman nodded to herself in a panic, grabbed her bag and left quickly.

She has fair skin and a pretty good figure.

Tall.

The front is convex and the back is warped.

She smelled like a young woman all over her body, and she didn't know how Bunker hooked up with such a blonde while living in the hospital.

Watching the other party hurriedly turn the corner.

Then Ethan opened the door with a smile and strode in.

"Sir!"

Bunker, who was lying on the hospital bed, was both embarrassed and very happy. He said in a slow tone: "I have received the news from Emmett. I am very happy that you can come back."

The person who suddenly appeared in the ward led him into the Banshee Town Police Station with one hand.

The two of them didn't work together for a long time.

But the other party's brutal methods left a very deep impression on Bunker.

"Ha ha."

The flowers in Ethan's hands were inserted into the vase next to the hospital bed, he shook his head and smiled: "At least I believe you must have been very happy just now."

Turning around, he saw the other person looking embarrassed.

He quickly shrugged and said with a hint of apology: "Sorry, I was rude."

"It doesn't matter."

Bunker shook his head quickly and said with some hesitation: "It's just this matter."

"Um?"

Ethan pulled up a chair and sat down, and said cheerfully: "I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't see anything. Weren't you alone in the ward just now?"

One look and you can tell that this guy doesn't want the matter to get publicized.

Don't know why though.

But it didn't delay his cooperation at all. No matter who the woman was, she just pretended not to see her.

After he finished speaking, he made a zipper movement near his mouth.

Bunker saw this and smiled helplessly.

"Sir."

He composed himself and wanted to say something again.

"Don't call it that."

Ethan waved his hand to interrupt him, and said with a hint of ridicule: "I am the one who should call you the police officer now."

"NO."

In desperation, the latter struggled to get up: "Mr. Morgan, you will always be my commander in my heart, and this has never changed."

"Lie down."

Ethan stretched out his hand and pressed him firmly.

His eyes glanced at Bunker.

The opponent's upper body used to be covered with swastikas and various tattoos with white supremacy meanings, but now the position of his chest has changed dramatically, and the horrific scars are almost all over his chest.

It was obvious that they were all burned by the welding gun.

I don’t know what kind of pain this guy experienced at that time.

"Since you regard me as a superior."

Ethan looked at the terrifying scar that had almost healed, frowned and said, "Then should you tell me clearly what's going on here?"

I asked Siobhan just now, but there was no answer.

No matter who the people in their police station asked, Bunker would always say the same thing.

That means I don’t remember.

"It was night." Bunker forced a smile and said with a complex expression, "I can't remember clearly."

Ethan said nothing.

Just looking sideways at Bunker, those sharp eyes seemed to be able to pierce through any lie.

In response, Bunker pursed his lips tightly.

"I do know something." Ethan tapped his knees with his fingers slowly and stared into his eyes. "There are some gangs that will take back their marks after you quit."

"The Aryan Brotherhood is right to attack you, right?"

"Since you quit, they will destroy the tattoos on your body in their own way."

The guy lying on the hospital bed still didn't speak.

In eyes.

But there was a flash of pain.

"I know you have experienced great pain, but you should know me." Ethan sighed and looked at Bunker steadily: "No matter what you want to do, you know you can trust me."

"Whoever did this to you."

He smiled again and said: "I think it is necessary to bury those people in the soil, burn them in the fire or sink them into the water."

Seems like a joke.

But his tone was extremely serious.

This was a discussion of how to kill someone in front of a law enforcement officer.

"I know."

Bunker twitched the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes suddenly.

late at night.

Several people suddenly appeared in his bedroom and held his hands and feet tightly.

And one of them was holding a welding gun.

The blue flames on it were burning, emitting astonishing heat. Before he could react, the welding gun continued to burn against his chest. The severe pain almost drove him crazy.

His eyes shot open.

At this time, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"My biological brother."

He looked at Ethan blankly, with a smile on his lips: "Calvin Bunker, he led a few people to take away things belonging to the Aryan Brotherhood."