My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The Dodge Challenger's engine vibrates slightly.

The gusts of wind also made the branches and leaves on the treetops rustle.

Youyou's words were still echoing in the car. Ethan stopped tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He looked like he was frightened, but he was also a little frightened. He didn't expect the other party to say such words.

In fact, to be honest, it's very abrupt.

Very abrupt.

Even among acquaintances, such words are tentative rather than explicit like hers.

Ethan frowned and turned his attention to other parts of the female patrolman's body, including her belt, pockets, and tied hair. Every inch of her body was covered, but the town police uniform was already a bit loose and bloated.

I can't tell if there is anything hidden.

"rest assured."

Noticing him looking up and down, Cruz stood up with a cigarette in his mouth.

She patted her body generously and turned around to show the other person: "If I have a bug or recording device on my body and want to harm you, you can kill me."

"Based on your track record, it's not something that's going to be difficult for you to do."

"I realize I was too direct."

Cruz shook his head and smiled: "But sometimes being direct is not a bad thing at all. At least it proves my sincerity."

"Why?"

Ethan pursed his lips and flicked the ashes away.

Anyway, just be silent and listen to what the other person has to say first.

Let’s see what the other party does.

"I like money very much." Cruz flicked the cigarette butt away and clasped his belt with both hands: "Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to like me and always likes to slip away from me."

"And you!"

She looked at Ethan with bright eyes: "A young mayor in his twenties, a wealthy man with a strong net worth."

"Whatever you're going to do, whatever you're going to do."

"I think it must be a smart choice to bet on you."

Although this is just a town, it is also a large town with a permanent population of several thousand. America does not say that you cannot do business as an official. As long as you play within the rules, you can invest however you want.

American towns are generally self-governing.

Similar to the feeling of squire management, since the terms of most local officials are also unlimited, a large number of local wealthy families have been born.

Multiple-term governors are everywhere.

It has been common for senators for decades, and it is not a strange thing for my son to take over after my father dies.

Each of these powerful families will naturally use their influence to extend their tentacles to every corner and earn profits in various industries. This method can amplify their influence and form a positive cycle.

This is actually how a century-old family accumulated wealth.

Perhaps in this policewoman's view, she also belongs to that class of people and is in the early stages of her rise.

Definitely need help.

And whether she wants to get on the ship, or make a fortune on her own, it is a good choice, and she will definitely make money without losing money.

Being able to say such a thing is embarrassing.

"Sorry~"

Ethan smiled faintly and smoked a cigarette: "I still have something to do, Officer Cruz. Can I go?"

What the other party doesn't know is that he is not short of people.

Even if you want someone.

It won't be this way.

To be honest, Ethan didn't dare to use someone who came to her door for no reason like this, especially if she made a big show of showing that for the sake of profit, she could follow him for money, and naturally she could betray herself for money.

At this time, Ethan's Eastern thinking completely took over.

I don't really like people who are too utilitarian.

"Um?"

Cruz was obviously a little stunned. He didn't expect that he would be rejected by the other party even after saying this.

"you do not believe me?"

She grabbed her duty belt with both hands, her slender eyebrows furrowed.

"Of course not." Ethan flicked the cigarette butt and laughed, then clicked on the watch on his wrist: "It's just that I'm busy with something right now, so why don't we talk some other time? I'm very sorry!"

"I will think about it carefully. Thank you very much for your trust in me."

After all, the other party is expressing good intentions, and there is no need to reject others bluntly. There is no way to offend her in that way. However, although the words are very subtle, the meaning of the refusal is obvious enough that anyone can hear it.

"OK!"

Cruz forced a smile and stepped aside.

After such an episode, the Dodge Challenger returned to the road and drove forward with a faint white smoke.

Looking at the vehicle going away, the policewoman narrowed her eyes.

After a long time she sighed.

He walked back to the patrol car with his legs and slammed the car door with a bang, seemingly unwilling to do so.

The police car roared and turned around quickly.

He slammed the accelerator repeatedly and drove in the opposite direction where Ethan had left in a depressed manner.

Looking at the policewoman standing unwillingly on the side of the road in the rearview mirror, Ethan smiled dumbly. It felt really good to be treated as someone's thigh.

At least in the eyes of others, he is a potential stock.

In fact, he really needed some black gloves, especially those wearing a town police uniform.

There are people like this to help.

You never know when it will play an unexpected role.

Although Bunker is on his side, he will help him unconditionally with some things, but that is only for the Aryan Brotherhood. If he really wants to do other dirty work, this guy will definitely not be willing to do it.

It's just that Cruz was too direct, too simple and crude.

He always had concerns in his heart.

Stepping on the accelerator, Ethan took out his cell phone, swiped through the address book with one hand, found Bunker's number and made a call.

"Mr. Morgan."

A steady voice sounded from the opposite side, with a hint of wind.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and slowed down: "Bunker, can you talk?"

"Um."

Bunker groaned, his voice seemed a little happy: "I'm patrolling alone, are you back in Banshee Town?"

"Feel sorry."

"There haven't been any useful clues recently."

"It doesn't matter, you can't rush something like that." Ethan reassured the other person, and then said: "You help me investigate a person, I want to get all her information."

"who?"

"Cruz."

"ah?"

This name was obviously beyond Bunker's expectation.

"You heard me right, he is your colleague." Ethan said calmly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel: "I have no other intention, I just want to get to know this person clearly. Can you do that for me?"

"certainly."

After a few seconds of silence, Bunker replied in a muffled voice: "Let's wait for my call tonight."

Out of trust in him.

Although he didn't know what to do, Bunker nodded and agreed.

"Thanks."

After expressing his gratitude, Ethan hung up the phone.

No matter what purpose Cruz came with, since she was interested in him, he naturally wanted to find out her details as soon as possible.

She did it in a simple and crude way.

Then you should also be simple and rude, and never be rude in return.

He hung up the phone cheerfully, stepped on the accelerator, and the Dodge Challenger rushed forward like an arrow.