My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Late at night.

The lights in the old tavern were still on, but the music in the jukebox quickly stopped, leaving only the subtle sounds of knives and forks cutting beef.

"bump."

The wooden door opens.

Ethan just cut off the tender beef, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth: "Officer Bunker, do you need some for you?"

"Believe me."

Feeling the rich aroma of meat in his mouth, he strongly recommended: "The skill of candy-fried steak is better than anyone you know. Don't be polite. All the money you spend tonight is mine."

When the old bartender heard this, he suddenly smiled.

"If you can." Bunker touched Kong's flat belly and took off his duty belt: "Give me a share too!"

The heavy duty belt was placed on the bar with a muffled sound.

This guy exudes a strong smoke, which is the weird smell of water vapor after burning wood.

Ethan wrinkled his nose, picked up the whiskey and took a sip: "How is it?"

"Did you find anything?"

"No."

Bunker shook his head, grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself a glass: "The fire spread very quickly. When the fire truck came, the first floor was also engulfed in flames. The chief meant to treat it coldly and wait until someone reported the case."

"Gudu."

After swallowing the whiskey in his hand, he continued to pour the wine and said through gritted teeth:

"Cruz, huh?"

"You actually already have the answer in your heart." Ethan stuffed the last bite of beef into his mouth and pushed the dinner plate aside with only some sauce left.

"Stab~"

In the kitchen, the steak fell onto the cast iron pan with a slight sound.

It gets quiet next to the bar.

The male town policeman said nothing and drank the wine in the glass one after another.

It was just a guess before, but now that it was confirmed, it had a huge impact on him. After all, he was a colleague who got along day and night, and he had given his back to the other person at critical moments.

I never expected that he would be a sole peddler.

At the fire scene just now, he tried his best to control himself and look as normal as possible.

Now that there were only three of them in the bar, they could finally vent their complicated feelings.

"Bang."

After finishing the second glass of wine, he slammed the thick glass onto the bar counter and said with red eyes: "No wonder the Aryan Brotherhood people are always so difficult to catch and often escape the scene before we arrive."

"Either you catch some irrelevant people."

"Damn it, it turns out she was the one who was acting as Judas behind my back. Why is she doing this!"

"Money, faith."

Candy walked out of the kitchen with the steaming steak, placed it in front of Bunker and continued: "Who can know this kind of thing, but you know now that she is an enemy. This is enough, isn't it?"

"What matters is."

The old bartender took out the cigar he had just put down, blew it until it turned scarlet red, and then put it in his mouth:

"What are you going to do?"

He said it was you, but in fact he only looked at Ethan.

Bunker's hand holding the knife hung in the air, and he looked steadily at his immediate boss's immediate boss. Even though he was extremely angry, it was the other person who made the decision.

I don't know if she wants Brock to take her down directly.

or.

Looking at the Glock on the opponent's waist, the male town policeman swallowed hard.

He has no doubt in his heart whether the other party can do something like making Cruze disappear directly. Killing people seems to have no psychological pressure on this guy.

"Nothing happened tonight."

Ethan played with the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile: "How did you treat Cruz before? From now on it will be business as usual."

"There must be no attitude change."

Patting Bunker's shoulder, he said cheerfully: "The time has come to test your acting skills."

"Um?"

This answer was completely unexpected.

Bunker and Candy looked at each other and continued to look at the mayor with curious eyes.

"Now we know Cruz's identity, but she doesn't know that we know it." Taking a sip of wine, Ethan raised his eyebrows: "At this time, keeping her is obviously more useful."

"This is why I helped the undercover with evidence tonight, just to make her appear valuable."

"Damn, I lost tens of thousands of dollars."

Pouting his lips, Ethan put down the cup and sneered: "As long as the information she provides is valuable, then she is very valuable to the Aryan Brotherhood."

"At the critical moment, I can use Cruz to dig a big trap for the Brotherhood."

"Killing her like this would do us no good except to make Watts more vigilant."

"Just one sentence."

He looked at Bunker, nodded slowly and said, "Keep this person for now, I have use for him."

Well, the latter shrugged.

This guy really had the thought of killing someone.

No matter what the other party wants to do, just cooperate with him. Bunke has a relatively calm character. He will never ask questions about things that shouldn't be asked.

Anyway, you already know who the undercover is, and the initiative is in your own hands.

Don't worry about anything going wrong.

"Bang."

There was another muffled sound.

A stack of thick, green banknotes was pressed firmly onto the bar by a big hand.

Looking at the pile of money, Bunker's eyes became a little straight.

Since leaving the brotherhood, he has not had so much money for many years, let alone having it directly in front of him. This is a money society, and the impact of Dao Le on people is particularly great.

"Here's fifty thousand."

Ethan held down the pile of money and pushed it in the direction of Bunker: "Take it, this is yours."

He pushed a thick pile of money over with a loud sigh, full of momentum.

Looking at the money, Candy smiled and wiped the wine glass with a towel without saying anything.

Bunker didn't expect such a thing at all. He took his eyes away from the money with difficulty and stammered: "Mr. Morgan, you know, I'm not doing it for the money."

"I know."

Ethan patted the pile of money with his hand, with a smile on his face: "But it is undeniable that you need money."

"This is just the beginning, don't be too little."

"Let me tell you a little secret. Anyone who follows me will basically not be poor if nothing happens. You need to adapt from now on."

You can't win people over just by talking.

This thing also requires the payment of real money, so that others can work for you wholeheartedly. Bunker must be rewarded for helping him find the undercover around him this time.

The value of this information is more than one million dollars in Ethan's eyes.

But now it would be great to give him 50,000 yuan.

Rewards should also be appropriate. Don’t raise people’s desires too high at once, as this will eventually backfire on you.

Fifty thousand yuan is more than Bunker's annual salary. This amount is quite appropriate. In the future, he will take things slowly and step by step. In short, he can't treat the guy standing behind him badly.