My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The door was closed, and the noise outside was immediately blocked.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

From time to time, Watts glanced at the man whose head was blown off by the clamp, and then his eyes fell on Calvin, who tore his clothes to pieces. Compared with that handsome face, this guy's body was particularly strong.

Muscles bulged, and the swastika tattoo was rising and falling with his breathing.

"Snapped!"

The slap came with a loud roar, and Calvin's head was twisted.

A few drops of nosebleed splattered to the floor.

"Huh~"

Calvin took a deep breath and immediately straightened his head.

His hands were still behind his back as before, but his fists were so clenched that veins popped out.

"Papa~"

He slapped him several times in succession, and hit him with the bow from left and right until his whole face swelled up and his body became swaying.

"If it weren't for you marrying my daughter."

Watts flicked his wrist and stared at Calvin coldly: "I promise that I will clamp you to death with a vise. No one can resist my order and get it done easily with just a few slaps. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

Calvin let the blood drip from his nose and responded in a muffled voice.

He looked very calm on the surface, but his heart was already in turmoil. He lowered his head slightly, gritted his teeth and said, "I just think that maybe we should change our approach."

"oh?"

Watts stood in front of him and asked calmly: "In what way?"

"Violence is what we do best."

After wiping away the nosebleed, Calvin looked at Watts with red eyes: "We should use the best method instead of being humiliated like this. Everyone in Banshee Town knows that you were beaten by the new mayor."

"Bang!"

Watts raised his foot and hit the opponent's chest hard.

Which pot is not opened and lifted?

In anger, he kicked Calvin over, resisted the urge to draw his gun, and shouted at the guy: "Never question my decision. You, who only thinks about eating and violence, will never be as good as Bon." gram."

"Don't forget that our people are already with Morgan and this is all temporary."

Watts wanted to kick him again and waved his arms angrily: "We can get back all the losses."

"Look further, idiot."

"Daddy!!!"

At this time, the woman screamed: "What are you doing?"

The fragrant breeze came.

A blonde woman walked into the room quickly, but when she saw the man caught in the vise, she stopped in horror.

"Please."

Watts moved his body to block her sight: "Maggie, you shouldn't have come in."

The voice that had been extremely cold just now was now extremely gentle.

He has completely lost the aura of killing people at every turn. The leader of the Aryan Brotherhood will only show this kind of tenderness in front of two people, one is his daughter Maggie, and the other is his grandson.

"Um."

The blond woman Maggie couldn't help but glance at the clamp table that was blocked by her father, and stammered:

"Calvin wasn't home at that late hour, so I came to look for him."

The man in the back is undoubtedly dead.

Maggie turned a little pale.

The fingers are trembling too.

"Take her back." Watts suppressed his anger and looked at Calvin, who was covering his stomach and lying on the ground with a stern face: "In a few days, you will go to the factory to supervise. You are not allowed to come here again until your head becomes clear."

"Understood, sir!"

Calvin bit his cheek and groaned, struggling to stand up.

Maggie wanted to step forward to help him, but he glared away coldly, and could only follow him out helplessly.

Leaving this place that terrified her so much.

Ethan adapted very well to the life of a mayor.

With Jenny's help, everything went smoothly.

After the banquet, he led his assistants to go from department to department, and spent a few days to finally understand the various situations in Banshee Town.

The town covers an area of ​​nearly 130 square kilometers, which doesn't sound very big, but when combined with a population of several thousand, it is a typical sparsely populated area. The main economic industries are agriculture and animal husbandry.

Fiscal revenue mainly comes from taxes, property taxes and income taxes.

What surprised him was that a considerable part of the income came from fines issued by the police station, which is also one of the important ways for the town to generate income.

But that's normal.

There is a small town of more than 200 people in Louisiana, which earns one million a year from fines alone.

The mayor and the judge are both the same person, and even the police chief is a relative. They directly control finance, justice and law enforcement, and turn traffic tickets into an industrial chain. If you have a good attitude, you will be fined less, and if you have a bad attitude, you will be fined more.

But you can't go without punishment.

I have been the local emperor like this for more than ten years, but because of local regulations, there is nothing I can do against them.

Of course, Banshee Town cannot do this.

However, due to low public expenditure, the financial burden is also relatively light.

For example, there is no bus service in the town, and the fire brigade is shared with surrounding towns, so the financial situation is very healthy. Although there are not many industries, there is a lot of surplus every year.

So Ethan also fulfilled his promise.

With a stroke of his pen, he signed his name on the budget list submitted by Brock.

These include the purchase of three Ford Interceptors, weapons and equipment upgrades and requests to increase the number of police officers to expand the department from six to ten, including Brock.

In other words, four more police officers were added at once.

It doesn't seem like much, but think about it when Hood was there, there were only five people together with Ethan.

This increase in staff is also quite good.

Even if Brock sits in the office all day long, he can still handle daily patrols. There is no problem at all with personnel rotation, and the workload is obviously much less than before.

However, the Banshee Town Police Department cannot relax. Adding equipment and manpower are not just for them to be bosses.

Everyone knows what the new mayor wants to do.

They are also preparing for the other party to make some big moves.

Near noon, Ethan picked up a cigarette and left the city hall building and walked to a nearby restaurant. This job did not include food, so he had lunch nearby these days.

As the mayor, he doesn't need to clock in to work, nor does he need to work from 9 to 5.

It seems relaxed and comfortable.

People, as long as they don’t want to be busy, they can’t be busy.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

As soon as I turned the corner, I heard a low cry.

Cruz, who was wearing casual clothes, was hit hard by a white man. The paper bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the red apple rolled around.

"Watch it, Bichi!"

The man raised his middle finger and laughed, then ran away, seemingly deliberately provoking.

The policewoman got up angrily and didn't care about what fell on the ground.

Curses came from his mouth.

Just chase after that person.

"Don't chase!"

Seeing this, Ethan quickly shouted, but the two people disappeared into the alley in front of him.

Cursing secretly, he rushed forward quickly.

Approach the alley quickly. (End of chapter)