My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After get off work, Ethan was bored at home, so he drove to Davis Bar.

As soon as he walked into the bar, he saw Hood sitting alone on a chair next to the bar, and Candy was constantly adding wine to his glass.

"Hi Candy, long time no see."

Ethan said hello to Candy and walked to sit next to Hood.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a while." Candy put the cup in front of Ethan and poured the wine.

"You know, when you first start working, there are so many things to get familiar with."

"You seem to be adjusting well."

"Thank you." After Ethan finished the wine, he knocked on the countertop to signal for more candies. Hood next to him was still drinking in silence.

"Chief, didn't Gordon invite you to their home after the funeral? Why are you drinking here?"

"I went today and felt unwell, so I came back." Hood looked at the wine glass dullly.

Ethan knew the reason for Hood's depression. District Attorney Gordon's wife Carly Hopewell was his former girlfriend.

More than ten years ago, Carly's father Rabbit arranged for the two of them to steal diamonds. After obtaining the diamonds, Hood diverted his pursuers and was caught while escaping, while Carly escaped by chance.

After spending more than ten years in prison, he found out about Carly's whereabouts through friends after he was released.

That's right, he spent more than ten years in prison.

Hood, who just came out not long ago, is not the real Sheriff at all, he is just an imposter.

Based on the clues provided by his friends, he came to Banshee Town, only to find that his girlfriend had been married here and had given birth to two children, of which the eldest daughter Tifa was his.

He wanted his girlfriend to go with him, but she didn't want to, and she couldn't admit that she had a daughter.

Carly also lied to him that the diamonds worth more than 10 million that she had stolen back then were robbed by someone undercover. The woman changed her mind, the money was gone, and she had been squatting for nothing for more than ten years. As long as this guy didn't have any mental problems, he was fine. .

Accompanied by Ethan, Hood drank even more eagerly, and soon fell on the bar and fell asleep.

Ethan walked to the jukebox with a wine glass and ordered a song called Till There Was You by the Beatles. As the music sounded, there was a crisp sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor behind him.

A woman, or perhaps a man who likes to wear high heels, stops behind him.

Ethan turned his head, smiled happily, and handed the wine glass in his hand to the blonde beauty in front of him.

"Good evening, Rebecca."

"I haven't seen you in a few days" Rebecca leaned against the wall and took a sip of whiskey.

"I wanted to leave your contact information last time, but unfortunately Mr. Bowman was here. Don't we need to pretend we don't know each other? Amish girl." Ethan winked at her.

After exchanging mobile phone numbers, the two went to the pool table next to them and started playing.

Rebecca held the club, picked up a piece of chocolate, and carefully polished the tip of the gun with the chocolate while looking at Ethan.

She turned around, leaned over the billiard table, waved her arm, and the billiard balls scattered.

Ethan stood behind Rebecca with his club in his hand, looking at the round curve, feeling that the whiskey he had just drank had a bit too much stamina, making his lower abdomen feel warm.

It was him who played the ball. Ethan held the club, pointed it at the white ball, gestured at the angle, and poked it hard. He accidentally knocked the white ball off the table. The white ball rolled all the way, along the small door next to it, and fell into the cellar.

Hearing the white ball rolling and hitting the stairs all the way down, Ethan put the club down and spread his hands helplessly.

So accompanied by Rebecca's kindness, the two went to the cellar to search for a long time before finding the white ball.

The next morning, Ethan was squatting at an intersection. He was in a good mood today and took the initiative to turn on the police lights. As long as passing drivers could see the flashing lights from a distance.

In this case, if he is still stubborn and wants to speed or run a red light, he doesn't mind moving his body.

After two hours of guarding, Ethan received a radio notification from Alma that someone in Maplewood Community had called the police and asked him to go check it out.

I drove to Maplewood Community, a typical white community with scattered single-family villas and neatly trimmed lawns at the door.

After getting out of the car and arriving at the address of the reporter, across the lawn, Ethan rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened a crack, and when she saw Ethan in uniform, the red-haired woman opened the door with confidence.

"Mrs. Kendall, this is Ethan, what happened?"

The person who reported the crime was Mayor Dan Kendall’s wife, and Ethan met her at Reed Schumacher’s funeral.

"Hello, officer, you can just call me Jenny. I just saw someone entering the backyard of Michelle's family next door. Michelle's family has gone to Hawaii for vacation. I don't feel right, so I call the police. Please You go and take a look.”

Jenny was wearing a white shirt and black-rimmed glasses, folded her hands on her chest, and said to Ethan in panic.

"Okay, you go back to the house first, and I'll go over and check."

After Jenny closed the door, Ethan pulled out his Glock and walked towards the house next to him.

He walked to the window next to the front door and looked inside. There was no movement. Then he turned to the side. In the distance, a man with a peaked cap on his head was climbing out of the backyard wall in a panic.

"Banshee Town Police Department, don't move."

Ethan shouted loudly, and the man ran away immediately when he heard the sound, and a silver candlestick fell out of his pocket.

The distance was too far, so Ethan did not choose to shoot. He chased after him and called for support at the same time.

The man in the peaked hat saw Ethan getting closer and closer, and put his hand into his trouser pocket.

When Ethan saw him reaching out, alarm bells rang in his heart, and he jumped sideways.

There was a "bang" gunshot, but I didn't know where the bullet flew.

"Shots fired, shots fired, whoever is nearby, requesting backup."

Ethan rolled and climbed up, pressed the radio and shouted, then continued to chase forward.

"I'm nearby, coming from the east side of Maplewood Community." Emmett's voice sounded.

"The suspect was wearing jeans, a baseball uniform, and a peaked cap. He was about 30 years old and white."

"Okay, got it, I'll go around to the front to intercept him."

After chasing through another street, Ethan saw Emmett's police car coming from the opposite direction, and the cap was forced to run back.

"Be careful of crossfire." Ethan shouted into the radio and fired several shots at the peaked cap.

Although there was no hit rate due to the distance, it successfully forced him into a corner.

The police car stopped twenty meters away from the corner. Emmett went around to the back, opened the trunk and took out the Remington M870. Ethan also bent over and ran over, opening the passenger door to use as cover.

"Banshee Town Police Department, you are surrounded. Throw the gun out immediately." As soon as he finished speaking, Emmett fired unceremoniously into the corner.

With a "bang", the wall tiles were smashed into pieces by Remington.

"I surrender, don't shoot, I surrender now." Amid the panicked shouts, a black pistol slid out from the corner.

Ethan did not step forward rashly to pick up the pistol. Who knows how many pistols the peaked hat had on him? He held up the Glock and shouted sternly:

"Put your hands on the ground and crawl out for me. Don't let me see you making any dangerous moves."