My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ryukyu.

A small island mainly focused on tourism.

The climate here is quite pleasant, with warm winters and cool summers, and beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere.

Although it is winter, the temperature remains above 20 degrees.

The blue water laps on the coastline, creating white waves. Many swaying women are walking along the roadside wearing bikinis. They are holding surfboards in their hands. What they see and feel does not give people a cold feeling at all.

Such a great place, it’s a pity that it’s now called Okinawa.

Ethan regretfully watched the bikini girl on the roadside being thrown away by the open jeep, and pushed his sunglasses onto his hair that was messy by the sea breeze:

"Tell me, what are we doing here?"

Just know how to prepare.

But he didn't know what preparations to make, and he didn't like this feeling of confusion.

"Sakura Country is a country that bans guns. You should know this, right?"

Beatrice shook her ponytail and held the steering wheel with one hand: "Their gang wars rarely use firearms. Most of the time they use cold weapons. In order not to make too much noise, we also need to use equal force." way to deal with it.”

"In Okinawa, there is a legendary swordsmith who has retired for many years."

"This time I'm going to visit him."

The female killer turned her head and glanced at Ethan: "Before dealing with Crazy 88, we need to obtain a sharp samurai sword, an extremely sharp one."

"Of course, there is also an agreement between Ishii Yuren and I."

"Before I left the Viper Organization, I made an agreement with her to compete in sword skills. I think Baibu Snake will never forget this."

retire?

It’s almost enough to retire!

A duel between cold weapons is a bit interesting.

"The vast majority of situations do not represent all." Ethan scratched his cheek and shrugged: "I don't believe that Sakura Country gang members don't like to use guns. No matter what you think, I will definitely carry a gun."

As long as you are a violent person, you will definitely pursue more violent tools.

If you have a gun and don't use it, you are a fool.

But when it comes to this paranoid country, Beatrice's words are not unreasonable. The so-called bushido spirit may really make people like them like to use cold weapons to fight.

"Of course a gun will be used."

Beatrice also pushed up her sunglasses and sneered: "But those are a few cases, and we have to be prepared for that."

"The first step now is the knife!"

"Boom~"

As she pressed the accelerator hard, the open jeep roared along the coastline.

After making several turns on the narrow street, the vehicle stopped in front of a three-story wooden building.

A horizontal banner sticks out from the eaves.

A big word for wine.

If you guessed it correctly, this is an izakaya.

The blue curtain at the door completely blocked the inside, and it was embroidered with colorful small squares, which had a hint of sentiment.

"listen."

Beatrice pulled up the handbrake and said in a deep voice: "Let me talk later, Hattori Hanzo is not an easy guy to deal with. He has been retired for many years, and the Hanzo sword is not easy to get!"

"oh?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything special about it?"

He went through all the trouble to come here just for a samurai sword, which aroused his interest. Of course Leng Weapon himself liked it too.

Guns are certainly vicious enough.

But there is never the romance of blood slipping from the blade.

The feeling of a knife blade passing by allows people to stay highly focused and enjoy the crazy secretion of adrenaline hormones.

"That's the Hanzo sword."

Beatrice glanced at Ethan and said helplessly: "Okay, you are a Westerner, and you only have guns in your mind, but let's put it this way, an ordinary samurai sword is as fragile as a wooden stick in front of the Hanzo sword!"

He looked at her golden hair and tall nose.

Ethan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Don't look at me like that."

The female killer didn't care about Ethan's gaze and opened the car door with ease: "I have received several years of Chinese martial arts training from an old Taoist priest. Unlike you, I can understand Eastern thinking."

"Although this is Sakura Country, the principle is the same."

"Put your American pride away."

She turned back and begged with a serious expression: "Please, don't ridicule others at will. If there is any language that offends you, just think of it as doing me a favor and hold it back!!!"

"My plan cannot be ruined."

Having said this, Ethan could only smile and get out of the car.

Unexpectedly, this woman even drank porridge overnight.

No wonder her skills were so strong. The knife fight at Davis Bar seemed dangerous before, but Beatrice only suffered a few minor injuries. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to leave for the Cherry Blossom Country so quickly.

Lifting the warm curtain in front of the door, the two of them entered the izakaya together.

It's very small inside.

There are two rows of tables placed against the wall, with a console in the middle and four tall wooden chairs in front of it.

A man in a white robe is reading a newspaper inside.

Judging from his age, he must be in his fifties.

He was probably close to sixty. The forearm muscles on his rolled-up sleeves were as scary as steel bars. These strong muscles were also the reason why Ethan couldn't tell the other person's age.

Above the back, a calligraphy and painting hangs.

Drunken life and dreaming of death.

The four large Chinese characters are twisted and ugly, but they are also somewhat heroic.

It's not meal time.

There were no customers in the izakaya, so the two people who came in quickly attracted the attention of the guy behind the counter.

"Yukso!"

The guy wearing a sweat towel twitched his ears and threw the newspaper aside. He held the table with both hands energetically and looked towards the door. However, when he saw the two people entering the door, his expression was stunned.

"Hi~"

Beatrice smiled and waved hello quickly.

"welcome."

The man in the sweat scarf opened his arms and said with a smile: "Let me guess, American?"

"That's right."

Beatrice didn't expect the other party to be so friendly, so she walked in with a relaxed pace: "How did you guess that?"

"A lot of Okinawa is occupied by Americans."

The smile melted as quickly as ice and snow in the sun, and the man in the sweat scarf said expressionlessly: "You used it as a military base to bully the people, you girl on the top of the wheel, I can smell the stench on your body through the curtain! "

These words stopped the two of them.

The blonde's face became stiff, she shook her head and smiled, then raised her arms and raised her slender middle finger in one direction.

"Please trust me."

She had a dashing posture and said seriously: "Fake American authorities, Fake military base!!!"

Turning his head, the man in the sweat scarf looked at Ethan expressionlessly.

"I don't have any problem with that."

The latter spread his hands and raised his shoulders high.

"Hahaha."

After a few seconds of silence, the man in the sweat towel raised his head and laughed: "That's it, please come over and drink a pot of sake. Believe me, this is a taste you have never tasted before!" (End of Chapter)