My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Brock looked at the new mayor in confusion, wondering why he would bring this up.

"Is such that."

Ethan flicked the ashes into the ashtray and said seriously: "Among the department heads in Banshee Town, the only one I trust is you, and I regard you as one of my own in my heart."

"So, I will say some things directly."

He smiled slightly and said directly: "You must not take it as an offense."

"To be honest, the income this job brings me now may not be enough to pay for a month's drinks. I will definitely invest in other businesses in the town."

When he said this, Brock's waist straightened quietly.

Look forward to what the other person says next.

"how to say."

Ethan took another deep breath of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke: "I am a person who not only likes to make a fortune on my own, but also likes to bring my friends to make a fortune together."

"If you're willing, I'll count you in for the right business."

This guy knows everything about him and has known him for so many years, but Ethan feels that the relationship alone is not strong enough. If he and Brock have common interests, it will be more stable.

By sharing a little profit, he turns the police chief into his real subordinate.

Ethan thought the deal was a good deal.

Seeing the serious look on his face, Brock swallowed hard.

This is an opportunity.

A chance to change your situation.

The other party may be richer than I imagined, not to mention the car he drives. The mansion being built by the lake costs only five to six million. It is impossible not to envy him.

But he knew what he was capable of, and being a police sergeant was all he needed.

Making money is really not my strong point.

But he didn't expect that the other party would say such words to help him escape from the situation of being extremely poor after paying alimony.

Although he didn't know exactly what this guy meant by business.

But judging from the other party’s mind, making money is definitely no problem.

"Honestly, thank you very much."

Brock let out a breath, his expression a little solemn: "You know my financial situation. I have no money to invest in any business. In this case, you must have taken a fancy to something in me."

"For example, this!"

He raised his hand and tapped the police badge hanging on his chest twice.

"besides."

The bald sergeant looked at Ethan meaningfully: "I don't think I have any value, so what kind of illegal business do you want to do?"

"It's a unique product, you will definitely not touch it."

"firearms?"

"Still a support girl?"

There was a smile in Ethan's eyes. There were many fools in the world, but Brock was obviously not one of them.

Sure enough, you can't underestimate anyone.

But he didn't speak, he just looked at the guy in front of him quietly, smoking one puff at a time.

The mayor's office became silent.

This quiet look made Brock completely murmur in his heart.

He can guess what the other party means and makes it clear that the opportunity has been given to you, and he will not explain so much to you. If you want to get on the boat, you can do it now, and he will not give himself too much time to think about it.

To the police chief, the flickering cigarette butt was a countdown.

Perhaps when the other party finishes smoking half of the cigarette, the door of opportunity will be closed. Thinking of this, a trace of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Ethan was still smoking his cigarette calmly.

I don't know how to explain anything. If you want to follow me, you have to do it without hesitation.

This move of his is also establishing a psychological and status advantage. If he bothers Bala to explain for a long time, he will be begging Brock to do it with him, and he will work with him.

But after firmly taking the initiative, the other party wants to seize the opportunity given by them.

Well there is no doubt that this is his work for himself.

One for and and one for.

These are two completely different ways, and obviously Ethan prefers the second one.

After a moment of silence, Brock bit down on his cigarette butt and stared at Ethan: "If you don't mind, I'm willing to do anything for you, Boss!!!"

To outsiders, he looks glamorous and is the Sheriff of Banshee Town.

Considered to be a high-ranking person.

But Brock knew what situation he was in. What the construction worker said today didn't speak to his heart. The steady stream of bills was about to destroy his financial situation.

He needs such an opportunity.

The most important thing is that with his understanding of Ethan, Brock knows that this man still has a bottom line.

You shouldn't do anything that goes against your conscience.

So I made the decision resolutely.

As soon as he shouted that word "Boss", his whole body seemed to have been relieved of some burden, and the trembling hands that held the cigarette earlier became steady.

"Um."

Ethan nodded with satisfaction and stretched out his hand to Brock: "Please believe that I will never mind."

"Snapped!"

The Sheriff of Banshee Town did not hesitate to hold the hand of the Mayor of Banshee Town and grasped it hard to show his firmness.

This is the recruitment I want.

Ethan grinned, grabbed the other person's hand and said, "Do you remember what I said in your office, that all the troubles left by Proctor should be cleared out of Banshee Town?"

"uh-huh."

Brock nodded and said to the small town flag standing on the table: "Isn't this what you have been doing?"

"Become the mayor and find a way to defeat them."

"In fact."

Showing his white teeth, Ethan's smile had a hint of ferocity: "I'm already doing it. Are the girls in the Seqing Photography Workshop okay now?"

With what the other party said just now, he can tell Brock something.

The first is to check the other party’s reaction.

Another one, this kind of thing will be inevitable in the future.

If there was an informed police chief to clean up the mess for him, he would be able to reduce the possibility of being exposed, and would not have to confront the police for no reason. To be honest, he was a little worried after he was almost blocked before.

This is where Brock's value lies.

When those words came out, the hand he held suddenly tightened, and the Sheriff's pupils suddenly shrank.

"damn it."

Brock was extremely shocked: "Did you do that?"

"I knew, Shet, this is indeed something you can do. God, are you crazy!"

"Wait a minute."

His eyes widened again: "The strip club was robbed?"

As expected of a police chief, his response was really quick.

Ethan smiled and let go of his hand, shrugging his shoulders.

"God."

The problem was confirmed, and Brock jumped out of his chair excitedly. This information had a much greater impact on him than the opponent's campaign for town mayor.

Good guy.

On the surface, they occupy official status, and when the time comes, they use their power to suppress those people.

Strike hard behind the scenes and kill criminals.

If he played like this, it would be strange if the people of the Aryan Brotherhood were not tricked to death. This guy's methods were too dark. Brock left the chair excitedly, paced back and forth on the carpet, and glanced at the man sitting calmly on the office chair. This guy.

He was the police chief, but the other party dared to admit murder in front of him.

This method, coupled with this courage.

You are with the right person!

"Bang."

The Sheriff sat firmly back on the chair, swallowed his saliva and looked at Ethan: "You should have told me earlier, after all, it is too dangerous to do that alone!"

"What if I hurt you?"

Upon hearing this, the latter picked up the coffee cup and glanced at him with slight contempt.

"Cough~"

Brock scratched his head in embarrassment.

"damn it."

He cursed again to express his current shocked mood. (End of chapter)