My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Early the next morning.

Drowsily, Ethan was awakened by a strange feeling.

The feeling is ethereal, like walking on the clouds.

Mubi opened his eyes, and the quilt on his body was bulging.

Fall and rise again.

Turning his head and looking to the side, he saw that the other person was wearing dark blue pants.

A pair of police black combat boots.

"Um."

He coughed lightly, lifted the quilt, and looked into Siobhan's bright eyes. The other party was very busy.

He was still wearing a town police shirt.

What an ecstatic policewoman.

"leave me alone!"

Ethan narrowed his eyes and slowly put down the quilt: "You continue to perform your duties and serve the townspeople!"

Just as he had instructed, the female town police officer began to devote herself to serving the townspeople who were bedridden. The thin hospital bed was overwhelmed, and the screws swayed slightly, making a piercing sound.

An hour later, Siobhan opened the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly poured into the room, dyeing a few strands of hair beside her ears golden. The policewoman's face was as red as an apple.

"nice weather."

Ethan walked behind her in a hospital gown and squinted his eyes to look out the window:

"I have a hunch that there will be a big harvest today."

"Don't move."

Siobhan slapped his hand away, and sat down on the sofa next to him with weak legs: "Let me rest for a while, and then call the nurse to come over and help you put on a new bandage."

"Don't."

Quickly waving his hand, Ethan declined her kindness: "My harvest depends on this."

The policewoman looked confused.

Have no idea what he is talking about.

"Where's Bunk?" There are some things that don't need to be explained. Ethan turned around and lay back on the bed: "When did you come here?"

"He went to your rally."

Siobhan pouted, picked up a fruit knife and peeled the pears he bought: "What happened last night has spread, and many people said that no matter whether you are here or not, you must go there to support."

"A lot of people are expected to be there."

"Brock and the others also rushed to school, and even invited a few people from the Chino Police Department to help maintain order."

"You know, just afraid of accidents."

"Here~"

She pointed to the side with the fruit knife, shook her head and smiled: "Emit also asked me to bring you a bulletproof vest, but I don't think it is of much use."

"Those people who dare to come here will probably be beaten to death."

Those nimble fingers peeled the pears cleanly in just a few words.

Cold light flickered.

The snow-white plow meat is divided into even pieces on a small tray.

"Click."

Siobhan picked up a piece of plow meat, smiled at Ethan and bit into it with a crisp sound.

Banshee High School.

stadium.

Although he was a little panicked, Brock excitedly raised his duty belt when he saw the scene in front of him.

He spared no effort to stand up for Ethan.

His future is also tightly tied to the other party.

Cars were driving in front of them, horns honking, and all of these cars were posted with campaign slogans to make Banshee Town calm again and Ethan's campaign portrait.

A red flag sticks out of the car window.

Keep waving.

People wearing caps with campaign slogans got out of the car one by one. They all put on large red T-shirts, turning the outside of the stadium into a sea of ​​red.

This restless red wave is particularly conspicuous in the snow.

There are all the elderly and children.

Many of them are attended by whole families.

The rumble sounded, and Brock looked in the other direction in surprise. Six tall farm tractors came one after another. The people on them were packed with people, and the flags several meters high were swaying back and forth.

"GO, MORGAN!!!"

"GO, Banshee!!!"

While these people cheered, their expressions also looked quite indignant, and they kept shouting slogans to make Banshee Town calm again.

Not only did school not appear peaceful on the weekend.

On the contrary, it is as hot as a volcano.

Even if it's Banshee's Day, there's no such lively time in the town.

Brock grabbed the belt tightly and showed off his most energetic side. According to the scene before him, the position under his buttocks could not be more stable.

When he was very excited.

On the street corner not far away, several people looked ashen-faced.

The mood was like the blue flag in front of them, listless and listless.

"actually."

The assistant standing behind Gordon crossed his arms in front of him and gritted his teeth and said, "Could this be a show directed and performed by Ethan Morgan to show the image of his victim to the entire town?"

"damn it."

He kicked the snowdrift next to him hard, raising a cloud of white mist: "If today is voting day, then there is no doubt that 90% of the votes will belong to that guy."

Hearing this, several people around him nodded in agreement.

Among them were congressmen, secretaries and people from Gordon's campaign office.

their mood.

It's as cold as the weather right now.

"Don't say such things."

Gordon put his hands on his hips and said a little discouraged: "Don't forget, someone died last night."

"Someone would make a show out of something like this?"

His few words made the people behind him choke and didn't know what to say.

That's right.

Don't say this is a town mayor election.

Even in the gubernatorial election, I have never heard of anyone asking his subordinates to sacrifice their lives to help him get elected. What's more, the person who died has been confirmed to be a white supremacist.

That group was constantly criticized in Morgan's speech.

Those people should hate him to the core.

How could you do such a thing to help that guy.

"Lucky bastard."

But those white supremacists did this to help that guy. Thinking of this, one of the town councilors couldn't help but let out a low curse.

Curses sounded one after another.

yes.

That's one lucky bastard.

If it hadn't been for this, they would never have been able to fight back and forth.

All previous efforts were now in vain.

With the kind of support they saw, unless Gordon also got shot, but if that happened, no one would believe it even if it was not intentional.

Sighs sounded quietly.

In the gym, in the back office.

Ethan sat upright in the chair and let the makeup artist fiddle with it, not to make his face look more energetic, but to make his face look pale.

Fortunately, this makeup artist is Siobhan's friend.

otherwise.

This request is really hard to make.

There was no way around it. Being so good at self-healing was sometimes a problem. After a night's rest, Ethan was in high spirits. He didn't look injured at all, so he could only do some make-up.

Music was playing from the speakers outside and it sounded like a big party.

"That's it."

The makeup artist nodded with satisfaction and put the mirror in front of the other person: "How do you feel?"