My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hong Kong Island

Temple Street is still very lively in the early morning.

At a food stall on the street, a man and a woman sat on a small wooden table, feasting on the dry-fried beef river noodles on the plate. The river noodles were slightly moist, fragrant with dried beef, and tasted full of flavor.

I have to say, this is the kind of thing that suits my taste.

The aircraft stove nearby roared.

The aroma of food floating in the air attracts tourists to stop and salivate.

"Here you go, Laoshi!"

The guy from the food stall hurried forward with a tray and quickly placed plates of stir-fried dishes on the wooden table: "Stir-fried snails, stir-fried raw intestines, minced beef with potatoes and black pepper, stir-fried razor clams with black pepper, all dishes are here."

"Waiting for the formation."

Ethan quickly swallowed the rice noodles in his mouth, waved and said:

"Brother, please help me get some beer!"

"Sharp~"

The guy at the food stall threw the towel over his shoulder, smiled and shook his legs: "You know how to speak Cantonese again, and your mouth is sweet and sweet. Come on, two beers are here!"

"One box."

Ethan quickly waved his hand and stretched out a finger: "Tie two, tie one box."

When I come to Hong Kong Island for late-night snacks, I always feel like something is missing if I don’t drink beer. This place is not suitable for drinking whiskey.

It's too different and seems pretentious.

After the two caused a massacre in Tokyo, they didn't even stop. When they returned to the hotel, they immediately packed up and flew to Hong Kong Island to avoid the turmoil behind them.

Those samurai swords were sent to an expensive private shipping company.

Be escorted directly back to Banshee Town.

As soon as they got off the plane, Ethan took a taxi and went straight to Temple Street to feel the smoke of the fireworks and replenish his energy.

Opposite me, Beatrice’s hands holding the chopsticks were still trembling.

Not afraid.

It's totally out of exhaustion.

On the plane just now, she showed some symptoms of fatigue. After the influence of adrenaline hormones subsided, the body's negative reaction began to show up.

"Bang~"

He opened the bottle cap and handed over a bottle of beer: "I think your current situation requires some beer!"

"Thanks!"

Beatrice bit her cheek and reached out to take the beer bottle.

My body was burning and hurting.

But at this time, I can only endure it. Compared with the injuries on my body, the comfort in my heart is more important.

"Thanks."

She thanked her again and raised the bottle: "If it weren't for you, I would have to pay a heavy price even if I could kill Ishii Goren. Compared with that, what I have on my body now can only be regarded as scratches."

Bang~

The bottles collided with a crisp sound.

The two raised their bottles and blew away the beer in one breath.

"Special News Report."

"At 10:01 p.m., a very tragic gang vendetta occurred in Shinjuku District, Tokyo. There were probably dozens of gang member casualties at the scene. The specific death toll needs further verification."

"The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department expresses strong anger over this."

"The person in charge stated that the murderer will definitely be caught and brought to justice, and a special operation against violent associations will be launched in the next period of time."

"The next video clip is a picture of the murderer captured by Tokyo citizens."

The sound coming from the small TV hanging on the wall attracted the attention of everyone in the food stall. Ethan also raised his eyebrows and looked up, only to see the picture on the TV screen shaking.

But you can tell it’s the streets of Shinjuku.

The black motorcycle roared crazily and rushed over from the other side of the street.

Behind, followed several patrol cars.

At this time, the speed of the scene slowed down, and the guy wearing a bloody suit and a black helmet reached into his coat, pulled out a short and powerful submachine gun and threw it towards the back.

Violent gunshots came from the TV speakers.

The rumbling continued.

Two police cars collided, sending debris flying into the sky, and then the crowd ran away wildly.

"Hanging~"

Some diners saw this scene that only appeared in action blockbusters and struggled to swallow the beer in their mouths: "Isn't this a filming? I'm going to the street, and the cherry blossoms are dripping!!!"

The scene was replayed again, frozen in the moment when the gunman swung his arm and fired.

Motorcycle tilt.

The suit flew and flames erupted from the gun.

There were still some snowflakes on the visor of the motorcycle helmet, which looked quite powerful.

"The crime scene has been cordoned off."

As the screen turned, the telephoto lens kept shrinking, zooming in on the distant scene: "Although we don't know the casualties, those are definitely quite horrifying data."

Outside the Aoba House building.

More than a dozen patrol cars had been gathered around, and bodies covered with white sheets were being carried out.

No, to be precise it should be red cloth.

The blood had stained the white shroud red. From time to time, people from the Metropolitan Police Department were seen running to the corner and vomiting violently.

The live broadcast on the TV stopped the sound of the food stall's stove, and the cooking chef stared blankly, not daring to imagine what was going on inside.

"The above is a special report from TVB News."

The host's voice continued to sound on the TV loudspeaker: "We will continue to pay attention to this special incident."

"boom."

The beer bottle cap was lifted again.

Ethan picked up a piece of fried raw sausage and put it into his mouth, biting it very crispy.

The beer was poured into the glass with white foam. This action also brought the food stall back to life. Everyone started to go about their own business, eating and drinking when they should.

When this kind of thing doesn't happen around you, it's nothing but fun!

Of course, a few words of discussion are always indispensable.

Looking at the calm look of the guy opposite, Beatrice's eyes twitched slightly: "Can I ask you a question?"

"What did you do before?"

"Town police."

Ethan smiled slightly and raised the wine glass to signal.

"Um???"

The female killer rolled her eyes, as if you don't want to take me for a fool.

"Please."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ethan picked up a piece of black pepper beef and put it into his mouth with a smile: "What do you think of me? One advantage is that I tell the truth most of the time."

"Here~"

In response, Beatrice showed her slender middle finger.

The night is getting darker.

The two chatted all day long, enjoying their post-war leisure time on the streets of Hong Kong Island, using cold beer and street food to calm their mental agitation.

Despite Beatrice's desire for revenge.

But it was not yet time to leave for Mexico. The carnage had just been caused, and the necessary repairs still had to be made.

Some wounds on the body also need to be recovered.

In the next few days, Ethan transformed into a tourist, wandering around Victoria Harbor alone, taking photos with the statue of Bruce Lee, and climbing to the top of Victoria Peak to overlook the bright night view of Hong Kong Island.

We also took an in-depth look at the landscape of Lan Kwai Fong.

Finally, we went to Wong Tai Sin Temple to pay our respects. It was a very busy time.

After a few days of recovery, Beatrice finally recovered, and Ethan also put his mood in order. The two of them did not stop at Hong Kong Island, and boarded the plane with simple luggage just like when they arrived and went straight to Mexico. (End of chapter)