My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After Candy saw Proctor leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly poured himself a glass of wine to drink.

"Why are you all so afraid of him? I don't think he's that good." Hood sat down with a puzzled expression.

"You all have just arrived in Banshee Town and don't know much about him yet. I watched him come step by step."

Candy sat down and continued to face the two of them:

"He went from an Amish boy who was driven out by his tribe and had nothing to lose, to the most powerful man around Banshee Town. Would you believe me if I said he is not dangerous at all?"

"As far as I know, his tentacles have spread throughout Pennsylvania. Believe me, don't provoke him if you don't have to. I don't want to be suddenly shot to death by several military M4 guns one day. It's not worth it."

After hearing Candy's words, Hood fell silent.

After several people drank in silence for a while, Hood took out a gold watch from his pocket and threw it on the counter. The light shone on the dial inlaid with a ring of diamonds, emitting a dazzling light.

"No need to say anything." Ethan saw Hood trying to explain, drank all the wine in the glass, and stood up and said: "As I just said, I don't care about these things. After you deal with it, just count me in." ”

After the door closed and heard the vehicle leaving, Candy looked at Hood worriedly.

"Doesn't he know something? If your impersonation as the police chief comes to light, we will all be in trouble."

"Don't worry, he won't know. You have to trust my friend's skills. No matter how you check in the entire police system, I am now Lucas Hood."

"I just don't understand why he didn't report me and asked for a share of the pie." Hood picked up the gold watch with his fingers and shook it a few times.

"White, gray, black, no matter what his identity is, as long as we share the spoils together, you will have a friend you can trust, right?" Candy grabbed the gold watch and said, "I will find a channel to deal with it tomorrow."

"It seems to make some sense. After you finish handling it, give him a share."

Ethan was driving his car when his cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller, then smiled and answered the call.

"Mr. Proctor, what's wrong?"

"Officer Ethan, I'm at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club now. Are you interested in coming over and sitting for a while?"

Is this trying to recruit yourself? "I'll be there soon." Ethan thought for a moment and replied.

He hung up the phone, turned the wheel and drove towards the Savoy Gentlemen's Club.

When he walked into the door, two guards saw the scars on his face and stopped him, indicating that they wanted to search him.

Ethan lifted his coat, revealing his police badge and police gun, and the guard obediently stepped aside.

"Sir, the ticket is 20 dollars, thank you."

The blonde beauty with bunny ears at the front desk stopped him and showed a charming smile.

"Elizabeth, no need, he is Mr. Proctor's guest." Boden, in a suit and tie, walked towards Ethan: "I'm waiting for you, please come this way."

This is a strip club with a gentlemanly name, with a dance floor in the middle and a steel pipe erected at each end.

The dancer is slowly twisting to the music, looking extremely tempting under the pink light. The seats next to the dance floor are filled with blushing guests, who are constantly throwing small bills into it, hoping to attract the dancer. of attention.

Ethan carefully avoided the bunny girl who was walking towards him. She walked over holding the tray tremblingly.

Walking from the side of the dance floor is the dressing room, with a sign on the door saying "No entry allowed". After Boden opened the door, Ethan felt like he was in the land of daughters.

Now is the peak period. In the dressing room, more than a dozen strippers are busy dressing themselves up in front of the mirror. Most of them are wearing thongs on the lower body and a vacuum on the upper body.

Seeing Boden and Ethan come in, they didn't care at all and continued the work they were doing.

Seeing this kind of battle for the first time, Ethan pretended to be calm and followed Boden steadily.

The broad-minded Ukrainian girl next to him took a puff of the cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke towards him from her pretty red lips. Ethan's footsteps suddenly became unsteady, and she laughed a few times, her chest shaking.

Awkwardly, he walked through the dressing room and walked inside. When he came to a room, Boden knocked on it, opened the door and walked in.

Proctor was sitting behind his desk. When he saw Ethan coming in, he got up and walked to the wine cabinet next to him.

"Ethan, welcome to Savoy, I remember you like drinking whiskey, right? I have a bottle of aged bourbon here given by a friend, how about trying it?"

"Okay, thank you." Ethan unceremoniously pulled up his chair and sat down.

After pouring the wine, Proctor looked at Borden standing behind him.

"I can do it by myself here. Go find Sanchez's agent, Dunn. We have something with him. Go get it back."

Boden's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and he turned and left the office.

"I don't know why you came here to me? I don't think you want to settle a score with me." Ethan picked up the cup and smelled the fragrance.

"Of course not, I know you were just doing your job."

"I was glad you called me last time."

"It's sad that so many people in this town have a lot of misconceptions about me."

Ethan leaned back in his chair. "Don't get me wrong. I didn't want to help you last time. I just didn't like Hansen and wanted to use your hand to get rid of him."

Proctor didn't expect Ethan to be so straightforward. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't care about this. No matter what you think, the final result will be beneficial to me, right?"

Then, he bent down, took out a suitcase from under the table, put it on the table, opened it with his hand, and then turned the suitcase to Ethan, which was filled with green banknotes.

For the first time in his life, Ethan saw so many banknotes placed in front of him, and his breathing became rapid.

"This is to express my gratitude. Also, if there is any news about me in the future, I hope to know it as soon as possible." Proctor crossed his legs.

Ethan drank the wine in the glass and looked at the green banknotes in front of him. He suppressed his heartache and reached out to close the suitcase.

"You don't need this."

He patted the suitcase and pushed it back.

You can't take this money. After taking it, you will be controlled by Proctor in every way. Although he has no ill intentions towards Proctor, he doesn't want to put himself in that situation.

"If you must express your gratitude." Ethan reached out and picked up the aged bourbon next to him. "I think this will do. I like it very much."

Ethan's meaning is very clear, I don't want to help you work, but I accept your kindness and have no objection to you.

Proctor was stunned, not expecting Ethan to be able to withstand the temptation.

"Ethan, you're an interesting guy and I'm starting to like you."

"No, I don't like you. What I like is the girl outside." Ethan pointed sideways to the door.

"Of course, me too."

Proctor tossed Ethan a cigar, and the two laughed together.