My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Follow the stairs to the second floor.

Brock pushed open the first room and took the lead in walking in: "Would you like to sit down and have coffee?"

"I bought a brand new coffee machine."

"Thanks."

Ethan lit a cigarette and looked around. Next to the entrance was a small bookcase, which contained many honorary medals and photos of Brock and his family.

The desk faces away from the glass window.

You can see the people below from where you are standing. Several guys are immersed in filling in information for themselves.

Pulling out the chair, Shi Shiran sat down.

On the wall next to the bookcase is a photo of Brock and Gordon, both dressed very formally, holding hands tightly together.

This is quite normal.

Administrative departments like to hang photos with their superiors.

“Nice environment.”

Leaning back, Ethan chewed his cigarette and said, "But there are fewer people down there, and with two to three patrol officers, your job will be easier."

"Um?"

Brock put down a cup of coffee, shook his head and smiled: "Is this your campaign promise?"

"Say it!"

He returned to his office chair and looked at the young man opposite him seriously: "What on earth are you thinking and why do you suddenly think of running for mayor? This is no small matter."

Seeing this guy putting on a formal look, Ethan sat upright for a while.

"You know the security of Banshee Town very well."

After pondering for a moment, he slowly said: "Candy, Emmett, and Bunker were all injured at the hands of the Aryan Brotherhood, right? There was another fight like that at the strip club a few days ago."

"On the way here just now, I also saw a few street vendors."

"Banshee Town was not like this when I left here." Noticing that Brock looked a little embarrassed, Ethan waved his hand and handed him a cigarette: "Believe me, I don't mean to blame you."

"The police force in Banshee Town is really limited, and those people are not that easy to deal with."

When he said this, Brock's expression softened.

Even if you are friends, if you are pointed in the nose and scolded for not doing your job well, you will get angry.

It's not like he hasn't thought about taking action against those people.

However, their numbers and firepower were overwhelmed by the Aryan Brotherhood. Even if they went out on patrol, they could barely keep the situation from deteriorating drastically.

"The Aryan Brotherhood is also my target."

Ethan flicked off the cigarette ashes, shrugged and said: "Just like we did with Proctor before, we need to take down Watts, you need allies, and I need an official identity. Is this acceptable?"

"I don't understand why Gordon would watch this happen."

He turned his back on the guest and showed off the momentum of the Chicago police chief: "The first thing I did when I won the election as mayor was to push the council to increase the police department's financial budget, increase personnel, and upgrade police equipment."

"Dong dong dong."

He tapped his fingers on the table a few times and said with a smile: "You, the police chief, need to have more power."

"There can't be only four or five people who can direct."

Unknowingly, Ethan achieved part of the essence of power, which is making peace.

Promise in exchange for support.

If the first words only made Brock moved, then the latter words made him yearn for it.

They are all police chiefs. They only have two or three kittens under their command, and they are not strong enough to communicate with their colleagues in the next town. With Nora's support, the Chino Police Department has grown to ten people.

Now that only two people were injured, he had to go out and patrol every day.

What's going on?

Others also work as police sergeants, but they only go out occasionally when they get tired of staying at the police station.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lick my lips.

As long as he is an individual, he likes the power in his hands to increase.

Brock is no exception.

"My campaign slogan is to make Banshee Town peaceful again." Ethan stretched out his hand and nodded heavily: "Proctor has fallen, but the bad guys behind him are still there."

"Those people need to be taken down completely before the town can truly restore peace."

This is indeed his wish.

As for Nora's blueprint, the grand plan was just a matter of course, and it didn't matter to him even if it couldn't be achieved.

Looking at the hands in front of him, Brock took a deep drag on the cigarette.

He slowly exhaled smoke again.

"Pa~"

The two hands were clasped together heavily.

"I will find a way to help you." Brock frowned and said worriedly: "But I can't do it alone. Gordon has actually had a good reputation in recent years."

"I have a good relationship with a town councilman."

"night."

He nodded slowly and said thoughtfully, "I'll call him later and make an appointment to have dinner with him tonight."

"With his help, your chances of winning will be better."

In fact, he didn't mean to object just now, he just felt that Ethan had little chance of winning. After all, he was young and alone without any help, and it seemed a bit like he was dreaming.

It wasn't until I heard those words that I made up my mind to follow suit.

After all, he offended the mayor.

The future work will be more troublesome.

Maybe, there is still a chance that he will be removed from power.

"Um?"

Ethan let go of his hand with a playful expression: "Who told you that there is only one person? By the way, my campaign assistant is Jenny Kendall."

"Cough~"

Brock choked on his cigarette and quickly slapped his chest.

"Waterfa?"

After coughing a few times, he turned red and said, "Kendall, you mean the Kendall family?"

The guy put out his cigarette hard and looked over expectantly.

Shrugging, Ethan said that the other party heard him correctly.

"damn it."

Scratching his chin hard, Brock said with emotion: "Maybe it's really possible for you to accomplish this, and maybe I'll change my name and call you boss!"

Ethan laughed at this.

He leaned back in his chair and puffed out smoke comfortably.

After the candidacy was confirmed, the small office officially started operations.

Under Jenny's leadership, Ethan began to get to know the town thoroughly, and he kept visiting every house and street in the town. These experiences made him extraordinary.

He talked endlessly to all kinds of people he didn't know, and passionately talked about his political blueprint, which made his speech eloquence improve suddenly.

But listening was what he did most.

Many people don't really want to know what you do, but want to get the feeling of being needed and heard.

The effect of praying for votes is also slowly showing.

Large and small sums of money were transferred into his campaign account from all directions by his supporters, and the money was converted into promotional signs, newspaper advertisements and other things, which made his momentum even greater.

Time flew by so quietly, and more than ten days disappeared in an instant.

In the middle of the night, lights pierce the darkness.

The black Ford F150 drove slowly through the silent street, illuminating the large billboard above.