My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After some exchanges, Ethan successfully dispelled Gordon's hostility.

Politics is sometimes not about life and death.

It's not even a fight to the death.

If you lose, you will lose. If you have to live and die because you lose the election, and treat the winner as a thorn in your side, then you don't know how many people will die in the struggle with each other year after year.

There are benefits to maintaining a certain dignity.

Moreover.

The fight between him and Gordon was not so bad as to murder each other.

So there is no personal grudge.

Not to mention that he was the one who got shot, and in the eyes of outsiders, Ethan was the one who needed to be angry.

When people go, the cup will be empty.

He drank the coffee happily and put the tip under the cup.

Gordon bought this cup of coffee himself.

Returning to the campaign office, Ethan strode to the wall with a sullen face and patted the map around Banshee Town hanging on it: "Everyone, please stop what you are doing. I want to announce something."

Seeing his unkind expression, several people present stopped quickly.

Jenny, who was in the office inside, also walked out quickly.

"Is such that."

After closing the glass door outside, Ethan paced back and forth with a gloomy face: "I don't know if everyone can bear this news, so don't get too excited."

This operation made everyone's hearts lift.

"About this election."

He stopped and a smile instantly appeared on his face: "Our competitor has decided to withdraw from the election."

After the words fell, the office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked at Ethan blankly.

Beth took out her ears, as if she suspected that she was hearing something.

"Just tomorrow."

In the eager eyes of this group of people, Ethan said with certainty: "Gordon will announce his withdrawal from the election, and I will become the only candidate running for town mayor this time. We won the election!!!"

"Jesus."

Beth plopped down in her chair, not sure how to react.

So does everyone else.

After half a month of intense work, I encountered another terrorist attack. Unexpectedly, the sweet fruit suddenly fell on my head.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

"Congratulations."

Instead of cheering as expected, Jenny stepped forward solemnly: "Mr. Morgan, this is very good news. We deserve it, and you deserve it!"

Looking at the hand she stretched out seriously, Ethan held it firmly: "Thank you very much!"

"Without your help."

"I can't do it all."

This is a moment worth celebrating, and a moment worth taking seriously.

He and the people in his campaign office shook hands one after another and thanked each other for their efforts. Although it was not yet time to vote, as the only candidate, he could already celebrate a little.

Night falls.

Ethan knocked on the steering wheel and parked the vehicle in a remote wasteland on the side of the road.

here.

It is a favorite fishing spot for patrolmen.

Except for local residents, passing vehicles often ignore this corner blocked by trees. When you want to complete the task of completing a ticket, this is the perfect place to come here.

The sound of tires crushing gravel sounded.

A patrol car slowly turned in and parked next to the Ford F150.

"Uh-huh."

The car window was lowered and Ethan looked to the side.

"Mr. Morgan."

Bunker also lowered the window and handed out a document bag in his hand: "The information about the people who attacked you that night has been found. There are three people in total. They were active near the slaughterhouse."

"If I guess correctly."

"Because of what happened a few days ago, they were transferred to work there by the Aryan Brotherhood."

When Ethan opened the file bag, Bunker continued: "That place is an erotic film shooting workshop of the Brotherhood. These three people used to assist in the filming!"

"oh?"

Looking at the photo in his hand, Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked: "The fraternity still has this kind of business?"

"Um."

The male town policeman nodded silently and gritted his teeth and said: "It may also involve illegal confinement and forced minors. I will submit the information to Chief Lotus in an hour."

"This should be enough time for you to take action!"

It's one thing for him to seek revenge, but the police department also needs to solve the case.

Leaving a gap for Ethan would kill two birds with one stone.

The three jail photos show bald, bald and short black hair, all of white men with swastika tattoos on their necks, which is the standard symbol for those people.

Further down, there is the information of these three people.

Fights, robberies, violent injuries, etc. are common sets for gangsters.

address.

Also marked.

Just around the corner from Proctor's former slaughterhouse, the town's few industrial plants are dotted around that area.

They all have criminal records, so it’s not surprising to find information about these people.

That's the difficulty.

Where are people.

Siobhan actually communicated with himself about the case. Through the surveillance video that night, he could probably identify one of the people and his partners who often hung out together, but he could never find his whereabouts.

Qingqing is hiding like a mouse.

The brotherhood also rewarded the three people based on their merits and arranged a good job for them.

Ethan put away the document bag and couldn't help but asked curiously: "How do you know the whereabouts of these people?"

"The informant heard it."

Bunker's eyes flashed with embarrassment, but he muttered with certainty: "Don't worry about the information, there will definitely be no mistakes."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to say anything, Ethan didn't bother to ask.

They should also be friends that the other party met in the fraternity. Anyway, as long as he can give him what he wants, it doesn't matter how he gives it or who gives it to him.

"Fine."

Nodding, he raised the car window and said, "Please leave later and don't let anyone see you."

"Thanks!"

"No need to say this."

Bunker nodded in response and raised the window to block out the fluttering snowflakes.

A secret cooperation was completed quietly.

The two of them each get what they need.

The Ford pickup's headlights turned on, and it quickly drove out of the wasteland, plunging into the darkness of Banshee Town, heading towards Kino's Moon.

About ten minutes later.

A Toyota with fake plates came near the Proctor Slaughterhouse.

The logo on it has not changed, but the owner has changed inside. As the only slaughterhouse in the town, it provides high-quality meat supply to Banshee Town and surrounding towns and counties.

It's a great place to launder money and arrange work for your people.

The income is not much, but it can continue to provide stable income. Its biggest advantage is that it can accommodate people.

And those trucks transporting livestock.

It can also load some cargo that others cannot imagine.

There are a lot of white supremacists in the busy slaughterhouse. This industry that once belonged to Rebecca was also taken over by Watts.

Things come the same way.

Ethan smiled, lowered his peaked cap, and drove the vehicle swaying across the railway.