My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Sleepless night.

Until it gets dark and the lawnmower roars, Maggie just sits on the sofa and stares blankly at the TV with dancing snowflakes.

Her son was sleeping on her knees.

Make a small breathing sound.

The noise in the basement had lasted for half a night and then stopped.

But Maggie remained motionless. On the verge of collapse, she forcibly controlled herself and waited for the answer.

"Dong~"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and they continued to move upward.

The noise made her heart almost shrink into a ball and her neck turned like rust. Maggie looked at the door leading to the basement with dull eyes.

Soon, figures flashed.

She saw Calvin, dressed in casual clothes and clean, appearing in front of her.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, Maggie seemed to be falling into the abyss, empty and without a trace of sustenance.

"hungry."

Calvin had a bright smile on his face, rubbed his belly and said, "Can you make me something to eat?"

"Um."

Maggie nodded slightly. She took her son away from her, carefully placed him on the sofa, and helped him adjust his sleeping position.

Light the stove and pour olive oil into the pot.

Crack a few eggs in.

Cut off the sides of the toast, leaving only the soft middle.

The bacon taken out of the bag was also put into the pot, and it was fried carefully along with the eggs. All the actions were orderly, just like those countless mornings.

Subconscious actions support all of this.

Breakfast was prepared quickly.

Omelette eggs, pan-fried bacon and slices of toast are neatly placed on the white plate, and the stainless steel cutlery is also placed in the corresponding position.

With two glasses of ice-cold orange juice ready, the two of them sat down at the dining table.

There are green grass outside the window, and vehicles drive by from time to time.

The sun was shining brightly.

It just looks like it makes you feel good.

It was indeed the same for Calvin. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed the warm sunshine falling on himself, then reached out to the side and grabbed his wife's cold hand.

"I know what you're thinking."

Seeing the dried tears on Maggie's face, he rubbed the other person's hand distressedly: "I didn't expect that my father-in-law would actually come over and want to kill me in my own place!"

"do not worry."

He gently patted the back of his wife's hand again: "From now on, we will live our own lives without anyone disturbing us."

"Um."

Maggie groaned again, forcing a smile on her face.

Looking at the breakfast in front of him, Calvin's appetite increased. He quickly grabbed the knife and fork and started to enjoy it.

Maggie also grabbed the cutlery and mechanically put it into her mouth.

He didn't stop chewing until his husband finished his breakfast, until he happily walked out of the door holding a black plastic bag the size of a watermelon and drove away in a vehicle.

"Ugh~"

Rushing to the sink quickly, the woman vomited heartbreakingly.

After a while.

Then he collapsed on the floor unable to do anything.

In the past ten minutes or so, when there was no movement outside the house, Maggie gathered the strength to get up, panted heavily and ran to the living room to pick up the child, grabbed the car keys and hurriedly left the house.

The car drove quickly and headed straight for the Banshee Town Police Station.

When she broke into the glass door of the police station, she staggered and almost fell to the ground. It wasn't until she saw Bunker running over in a hurry that her strength broke.

"Calvin, crazy!"

Holding Bunker's collar, Maggie closed her eyes and fainted after shouting a word.

The entire Banshee Town police station was suddenly in chaos.

Town Hall Office.

Ethan put his legs up on the desk, smoking the cigar that Old Roger gave him comfortably, holding a photo in his hand.

The photo shows a stoic-looking man wearing a New York Police Department hat.

last night.

Jiabo finally monitored an unfamiliar number.

The call was made from Watts' personal mobile phone, not long after the independence-making factory was destroyed. The owner of the number has been confirmed to be Simons, the leader of the criminal police organization HR.

At such an important time, Watts would only contact his top line immediately.

So inferring from this, some things are already clear.

Through Simmons, you can follow the clues and continue searching until you find the person hiding behind it.

The fake transaction conducted by Reese last night, of course, ended in failure. In fact, the NYPD provided follow-up support, and Simmons could not do anything about it, but there was one thing that was the same.

Harold and others also want to find out the guy behind Simmons.

Therefore, letting the other party go will coincide with each other.

As for the videotape that the little girl monitored, it was temporarily kept by Harold. Even if it could convict Simmons, it would be of little significance.

That's not what they want, and it's also not what Ethan wants.

Blowing out a puff of cigar smoke, he smiled and put Simmons' photo back into the drawer. Now that he had found the person behind him, there was no need for Watts to exist. He could take that guy down at any time.

As for whether it is legal or illegal, it doesn't matter to you.

As long as the purpose can be achieved.

When you open the folder, you have to deal with town affairs.

"Buzz~"

The mobile phone placed aside vibrated violently.

"This is Morgan!"

Picking up the phone, he looked at Brock's caller number and pressed answer.

"Um."

"Um???"

His expression changed and he stood up suddenly: "I'll go over right now!"

Hang up the phone and pick up the car keys.

After a brief exchange of words with Jenny, he drove the Dodge Challenger in the direction of the police station and stopped abruptly at the Banshee Town Police Station in less than two minutes.

He hurriedly opened the glass door and walked in quickly.

"Hey~ back off!"

"Feel sorry."

"Damn it, I don't need to apologize, Officer Bunker, why are you following me if you don't look at your friend?"

"Sorry, please wait."

"Fakeyo, Bunker, I need to go to the bathroom, why do you have to wait a moment, are you crazy!"

As soon as he walked into the lobby of the police station, he saw two people arguing.

Bunker stood in front of Cruz with a straight face and a determined attitude, showing no intention of moving out of his way.

The latter looked furious and waved his hands.

Others were confused and looked at the two people in the confrontation at a loss. They didn't understand why Bunker's friend had just found a place for Bunker's friend to lie down and rest, and the guy started an argument with Cruz.

"Shut up!"

There was a lot of noise early in the morning, especially when Ethan walked into the police station and stared at the scene, causing Brock to growl: "Shut up!!!"

The police chief became angry and the whole police station suddenly fell silent.

"Mayor Morgan."

Brock glanced at the two people dissatisfied, and then nodded outside.

"Good morning, Mayor Morgan."

"Hey, Ethan."

Amid greetings, the mayor walked up to the two guys. (End of chapter)