My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Lake shore.

Two cars, two people.

Even the gusts of lake wind couldn't bring them away from their gazes on each other. Cruz's eyes looked very calm.

"You're right."

Ethan looked away and pinched his fingers: "I do have a solution here."

"It was very easy to resolve the trust issues we had."

With the other party's attentive expression, he turned his head and continued to look at the rippling blue lake: "Actually, I have always felt that when men and women have in-depth and sincere communication."

“Trust will come naturally.”

"Of course, it's entirely up to you whether you accept it or not."

When it comes to such an important matter, Ethan decided to act shamelessly without conscience. Unfortunately, his always good image was ruined in one day.

The lakeshore became silent again, and the lake breeze rustled the grass.

A few seconds later, there was movement from the side.

The police combat boots felt dull on the grass. Cruz walked up to Ethan and looked over steadily.

"Click."

The snaps on his duty belt were undone and the radio on his shoulder was removed.

The heavy belt containing the gun, baton, handcuffs and Taser fell to the grass with a muffled thud.

"As expected of the person I chose."

Cruz had a faint smile on her face as she kept unbuttoning her long-sleeved shirt: "Actually, for people like you, no matter what you do, it's hard not to succeed, isn't it?"

The dark blue shirt was also thrown onto the grass.

The corners of his clothes swayed in the breeze.

"You are right."

The dark socks stepped on the green grass, and the police combat boots were thrown aside. The policewoman took a deep breath and kept moving her hands: "The trust we talk about is not reliable, we need to take practical actions. .”

The town sergeant's pants also fell down lightly.

"actually."

She pursed her lips, with a smile in her eyes: "Mr. Morgan, you should have brought it up earlier. I don't mind having a friendly exchange with you."

The person sitting in front of him was a handsome man.

Although it was a bit unexpected, Cruz was also surprised, but he had no idea of ​​resistance.

On the contrary, he was very interested.

As the words came out, the tall policewoman moved quickly, and she was honest with Ethan in just a few words.

On the shore of the lake, there was such a beautiful scene.

The other person is very tall.

It must be about 1.75 meters tall. Although the frame is relatively large, it does not affect the beauty at all.

Cruz is one of those plump women, with a typical forward and backward curve, and a very toned figure. The muscle lines on her flat abdomen are quite obvious. It seems that she should have maintained a long-term fitness habit.

Although she looks ordinary, her figure adds a lot to her.

Very feminine.

Now that she had made this request, Ethan would not be shy and his sharp eyes swept over her body inch by inch.

Swastika, no.

Twin Lightning, neither.

At least most of the front is smooth skin without any tattoos.

There were no large scars, and there was no attempt to destroy the tattoo. If there were such marks, Ethan believed that he would still be able to identify them with his own eyesight.

"How about it?"

Cruz put his hands on his waist and shook his hair in a pose: "Mr. Morgan, are you satisfied with my figure?"

"good."

Ethan nodded with a smile and spread his legs: "You are very fit. I can see that you exercise regularly."

"Thanks."

The policewoman was very satisfied when she heard this compliment.

Moreover, she also understood the other party's actions and walked forward without saying a word.

First he glanced at Ethan, then knelt down firmly.

It didn't take a while.

"God!!!"

The exclamation quickly disappeared, and Cruz also became interested in it. Judging from the movement, she seemed to like this little game that was very helpful to the health of her cervical spine.

Ethan's eyes were half-closed.

Looking past the other person's head that was constantly rising and falling, he looked behind him.

Between the ups and downs.

There are also no tattoos.

However, there are still many places that have not been checked. Next, I have to check them one by one to make sure that there is no omission.

no way.

Society is too complex and the enemies are too dangerous.

For the sake of his own safety, he could only be more cautious and more cautious!

The water in the lake was rippling and lapping on the shore.

Wave after wave.

Banshee Town Police Department at night.

Bunker patted the newcomer on the shoulder, grabbed the cold sandwich, took a bite, and strode outside. When his eyes fell on Brock and Cruz, he paused slightly, and then returned to his nonchalant look.

He walked past these two people with brisk steps.

The mayor has just been in office for a few days, and the one that has brought about the most changes is the Banshee Town Police Department, which has recruited two new people one after another.

They have all served in the military and are of quite good quality.

In fact, being a town policeman in a small town is a pretty respectable job, and the salary and benefits are not bad.

What is lacking is not people, but funds.

As long as the budget is given, recruiting people is a piece of cake.

I believe that the Banshee Town Police Station will become more lively before long. Thinking of this, Bunker slowed down his sandwich chewing. He really didn't want Watts to be an undercover agent among the two.

According to what he knew about Morgan.

If it is confirmed that he is an undercover agent, the results for that person will probably not be very good.

Shaking his head, he quickly walked down the steps.

The lights of the patrol car pierced the darkness, and it quickly stopped in front of Davis Tavern. He slammed the door and looked at the Dodge Challenger parked next to him. He picked up his duty belt and walked up the steps.

At this time, the bar is busy.

After greeting everyone he knew, he came to the corner of the bar.

In a small place, there aren’t so many things to pay attention to.

As long as you take off the police badge on your chest, others will know that you are off duty. Even though you are still wearing a police uniform and driving a patrol car, no one will say anything after drinking two beers.

"Mr. Mayor."

He nodded to Ethan sitting in the corner and waved to the candy inside.

Bunker then pulled up the barstool and sat down.

He picked up the beer that the other party had ordered in advance and downed half the glass in one go. Then he let out a pleasant belch to vent the fatigue of the day.

After a break, Davis Bar reopened.

Apart from some new seats and benches, there is almost no difference from the original.

"How about it?"

Putting down the cup, Bunker pulled the nut basket over, picked up a cashew nut, and asked in a low voice: "Has your plan made any progress?"

The glass shakes, the whiskey and ice swirling together.

Ethan drank up the remaining wine in one gulp and just put it back on the counter. Without any greeting, the old bartender took out a bottle of aged bourbon from the console below and continued to pour him a large glass.

"have."

He reached for the fruit basket, picked up a handful of almonds, put it in his palm, and threw it into his mouth slowly:

"You could say no."