My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The chaos outside the police station quickly calmed down.

Eyes kept falling on Ethan. Everyone knew that Ethan Morgan was the only talker here.

Neither can Brock.

After all, Amy King was his equal, and there was one more person in the number. The people from the Chino Police Department knew who they were here for. If it was just the Sheriff of Banshee Town who made the request, the situation would definitely be different.

Having two or three people come over is already quite a favor.

Things would never be like this.

Almost everyone was mobilized.

"Your people are connected to this channel." Ethan took the walkie-talkie handed over by Bunker, told Amy King the number, and then motioned to the vehicle: "Get in the car first, and we will deploy the specific actions later."

The situation was urgent and it was a rare opportunity for those in the Brotherhood to get together.

Hurry over first and then talk.

Following his order, everyone present got on the bus one after another.

"touch~"

Ethan sat in Brock's police Interceptor and waved heavily to the front, who quickly put it into gear and stepped on the accelerator in excitement.

One police car after another started to form, and a long line of police cars roared forward.

Iron Cross Bar.

This place is located on the outskirts of town, a remote corner of Banshee Town where the lower class white people gather.

In a place like this, the Banshee Town Police Department would simply ignore it on its usual patrol routes. It was one thing to be unpopular, and the other thing was that there was basically no tax revenue provided to Banshee Town.

This aspect is very realistic.

Without taxes, there would naturally be no services.

Of course, necessary municipal services are still available, but they are limited to maintaining basic living needs.

Of course, this so-called bar does not have any business license or anything like that. Everything is operated illegally. However, due to its remote location and other reasons, no one cares about whether it is illegal or not.

A large bungalow located in the woods.

Many motorcycles and old pickup trucks were parked in the open space in front of the bar, and vehicles roared by from time to time.

This morning was supposed to be extremely quiet, but now it was full of hustle and bustle.

Many tattooed guys high-fived each other and walked to the bar yawning. However, after some of them heard what happened last night, their expressions became extremely angry, and they kept shouting and cursing.

In the noisy bar booth, Calvin picked up a beer bottle and drank silently.

Before him, two bodies lay on the ground.

There was also a head clamped in the clamp on the side. It was so deformed that it was obvious that it had no breath.

The room was filled with a faint smell of blood.

He curled his lips and drank the beer in the bottle in one go.

All three are Watts die-hards.

After arriving at the Iron Cross Bar, the first thing he did was to summon his friends who supported him, showed Watts' head to those people, made up some lies, and made a promise to distribute benefits.

This crazy behavior is jaw-dropping.

But it soon gained loyal support as well.

The second thing is to use Watts' mobile phone to lure the opponent's die-hard supporters over.

There was no communication, just killing.

After doing all this and contacting people from the brotherhood, and feeling that everything was under his control, Calvin could comfortably enjoy the coolness of the beer.

The door opened, and the noise rushed in.

After closing it, the sound is much reduced.

"Boss."

The voice paused, and an extremely burly bald man looked at Calvin: "The people outside can't wait. They need an explanation. Basically, everyone who should come has arrived at the scene."

"OK."

Calvin was very satisfied with the other party's title and stubbed out the cigarette butt: "You go out first and disperse to every corner to control the situation. I won't allow any objections to be heard."

"After it's over."

He licked his lips and looked at the six people in the room, and said solemnly: "Slaughterhouse, striptease bar, restaurant and pill business."

"Let's all decide according to the share just now."

"I, Calvin Bunker, am definitely not someone who dines alone. Let's make money together from now on!"

A few simple words made several people in the room breathe quickly.

Eyes sparkling.

Imagine a bright future with a bulging wallet!

"certainly."

"You have the final say, Boss."

"We're listening to you, Mr. Bunker."

The greetings were heard one after another. After expressing their attitude, the people walked out of the room one after another.

"see it?"

Calvin looked at the black plastic bag placed next to him, his cheeks twitching slightly: "Old guy, I will definitely do better than you. Only in my hands can the brotherhood develop and grow."

"The facts will tell you everything!"

A faint sound echoed slowly in the room where several corpses had been dumped.

Another minute passed before he grabbed the plastic bag.

After calming down, he opened the door.

The strong smell of alcohol and low-quality tobacco immediately filled the nose.

There were more than twenty people crammed into the bar, which didn't seem like many, but the people here were all internal members of the Aryan Brotherhood, and the outsiders were not qualified to be notified by him.

Looking at these people, Calvin had no joy on his face.

You know, two months ago, there were more than fifty people here.

The crowd was extremely noisy and chaotic.

Everyone was discussing what happened last night. Many people drank heavily and looked extremely angry. Those who died were brothers and sisters who swore to the swastika flag.

"Calvin."

Someone noticed his appearance and shouted loudly: "Tell us what happened."

"Why are you being attacked?"

"Damn, what's going on?"

"Where is Watts?"

"Why are we all gathered here? Isn't it time for revenge?"

"Fakeyu, who are you seeking revenge from?"

The shouts attracted the attention of everyone present, drum noises rang out one after another, and bits of saliva sprayed on Calvin's face, making the corners of his eyes twitch slightly as he suppressed the urge to hit someone.

Cross the crowd and come to the bar.

Without stopping, he jumped up on a high stool and stood directly on the bar.

Holding a plastic bag in his hand, he glanced at the people in the bar coldly.

His condescending glance made him particularly imposing. The guys caught in his gaze closed their mouths one by one, and the room soon became quiet.

"what is going on?"

After two seconds, Calvin's voice came out from his throat: "Not only you, but even I am curious about this!"

"Last night, I was the one fighting hard."

"Last night, I was the one facing the enemy's gunfire."

"Last night, I watched helplessly as the Aryan brothers fell to the ground in a pool of blood."

The angry roars got louder and louder, sweeping through the entire bar like a wave.

Suppress all those people below.

It also attracted everyone's attention to him.