My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the sparkling lake, a small red dot appeared and disappeared.

Ethan flicked his wrist and the fishing line was easily retracted.

Having already explored the bottom, there was a depth of three or four meters. Ethan held the hand of the float and was stunned, "How much should I adjust to fish?"

After thinking for a moment, he put the fishing rod aside.

It doesn’t matter how much you adjust it and how much you fish, as long as the lead is heavy to the bottom and you can see the float.

The main focus is on one resource. When swimming, you can often hear the sound of big fish diving into the water. There must be no shortage of fish in such a big lake.

After patrolling here for so long, I haven't seen many fishermen.

Unlike before, a small river can be crowded with people, and even a palm-sized carp can be happy for a long time.

He dug out a pack of fishing bait from the bucket, with Japanese characters written all over it, such as "waste" and so on.

I haven't used it, so I don't know how it works.

He took out a small water basin, opened the bait and poured it into it.

If there is too much water, add noodles; if there is too much noodles, add water.

Within a minute or two, a large ball of bait appeared in his hand.

"What are we going to do next? By the way, make a nest."

Ethan ran back into the house and looked at a large piece of thick bread in the refrigerator, which he bought for making sandwiches.

The fish here in Lao Mei should not be picky about food. He hesitated for a moment, grabbed the bread and returned to the fishing position.

Breaking the bread into small pieces, Ethan picked up the small pile of bread and spread it out in front of him.

Dozens of broken pieces of bread swayed in the water, and soon sank slowly.

Ethan went to the side and found a dead tree fork, broke off the overly long branch, made it look like a slingshot, and inserted it in front of him.

After getting ready, he bent down to wash his hands with lake water and lit a cigarette.

After smoking a cigarette, he noticed a little more movement on the water surface, with water splashing from time to time.

Now that something was going to happen, Ethan quickly put out the cigarette butt.

He picked up a small ball from the bait placed in front of him, then rubbed it open and hung it on the two hooks of the fishing line.

He stood up, held the handle of the rod, and swung the fishing rod forward vigorously.

With a swipe, two balls of bait the size of a tail finger flew far away along the fishing line and fell on the water.

Ethan immediately took the fishing rod back, but it was still too thin.

Then sprinkle a little food on the opened bait, rub it with both hands, and then hang the bait again when it feels ready and swing it out.

This time the bait entered the water perfectly, and the float quickly turned over and descended slowly.

After taking more than a dozen strokes in a row, he stopped moving his hand.

Ethan put the fishing rod on the fork of a dead tree, watched the fish float sink slowly, and waited patiently.

In just half a minute, the fish float with four eyes exposed on the water shook unnaturally.

He held his breath and clenched his hand on the fishing rod.

The fish float lit a few more times, and Ethan stared with a solemn expression, completely ignoring that the cigarette was about to burn his fingers.

At this time, the fish float pushed upward slightly, and then sank rapidly.

Ethan felt his fingers get hot and quickly shook off the cigarette butt.

In addition, the hand that had been holding a virtual grip tightened the handle of the pole like lightning, and shook his wrist upward with force.

Suddenly, a huge force came from the water, the fishing line straightened, and the fishing rod was instantly pulled into a big bow.

The fishing line moved quickly left and right in the water, making a swishing sound through the air.

It was like fishing for a submarine under the water, and I dug in with all my strength.

Unexpectedly, a big guy came on the first line. Fortunately, Ethan didn't have the habit of using thin hooks and thin lines, so the line set could withstand it.

He took two steps forward, gritted his teeth and held the fishing rod, using its waist strength to slide the fish back and forth.

Ten minutes later, he felt movement in the water rising up, and Ethan hurriedly raised his hand.

Not long after, there was a crash.

The water on the lake was splashing, and a red-tailed carp about one meter long flew out of the lake, flapping its tail.

The sun shines on its tail, shining with a charming luster.

Ethan's mouth opened wide, gaping at such a big carp.

The red-tailed carp shook its head hard and the fishhook fell off the corner of its mouth.

"Snapped"

There was a loud bang.

The water exploded, and the red-tailed carp fell into the lake. With a flick of its tail, it disappeared in the water in two or three strokes.

"Farke."

Seeing the big fish escaping, Ethan was so angry that he stamped his foot heavily.

The explosion of water fell on him, soaking his clothes.

He quickly sat down, picked up the bait with trembling fingers, and then quickly threw the fishing line back into the lake, hoping that the fish just now would bite again.

Not long after, the fish float sank suddenly again.

This time, Ethan grabbed the fishing rod and lifted it up heavily, and the feeling of pressure came again.

After a few minutes of fighting, the fish came to the surface. This time it was an ordinary carp. It was not small, and it looked like it weighed about twenty pounds.

It was nothing compared to the one just now. After Ethan was disappointed, he was satisfied. It was also the first time for him to catch a wild carp weighing more than 20 kilograms.

Afraid of escaping his catch this time, he quickly reached out and grabbed it to the side.

Holding the fishing rod, he fished to the side a few times with one hand, then turned his head and looked to the side.

"Where's the net?"

Ethan slapped his thigh hard and forgot to take the net.

But he didn’t want the fish to escape again, so Ethan came up with an idea: “American-style dip net.”

There was no one around. He turned his hand and a silver pistol appeared in his hand.

Ethan held the Desert Eagle firmly, took aim at the fish head swimming in the water, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

After a gunshot, the fish head exploded, and the lake turned red instantly.

Seeing the smashed fish head slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake, Ethan was so angry that he didn't even scratch a piece of it.

I was only focused on fishing and forgot about the power of the Desert Eagle.

In desperation, he had no choice but to go back to the tool room, pick up the fishing net, and change places to continue fishing.

The sun was high in the sky, and it was getting sultry outside.

The phone rang, and Ethan picked up the phone, took a look at it, and pressed answer.

Jia Bo's urgent voice came from the mobile phone, "Hood said you are on vacation these days?"

"That's right."

"Great, I'll come right now."

Ethan looked at the hung up phone with a puzzled expression, but he had been fishing all morning and was just in time to rest.

He walked to the water's edge and lifted up the fish protector.

As soon as the fish guard moved the water surface, a pot exploded, with dozens of big fish inside crackling and flapping their tails.

Most of them are carp, grass carp, and silver carp, which Americans collectively call Asian carp.

There are also some native fish species that look weird and have never been caught before. I don’t know their names, and their threads were bitten off several times.

He didn't like eating fish either, so Ethan poured out all the fish in the fish protector, ending the morning's entertainment.

Back at the house, Ethan was sitting on the sofa drinking a cold beer. The monitor rang, and he pressed the remote control casually.

After a while, the car stopped sharply outside the house.

Jia Bo opened the door and walked in wearing sunglasses, holding a laptop in his hand.

He unceremoniously went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer, and then sat down next to Ethan.

Ethan watched him busy for a while, then put the laptop in his hand on the table and opened it.

A surveillance screen appeared on the screen above. Jiabo zoomed in on the screen, and a man with a fierce temperament appeared in the middle of the computer screen.

The man was standing in front of the counter of a small shop. He was wearing a peaked cap that covered most of his face, and he had a ferocious spider tattoo on his neck.

Ethan drank all the beer in the can:

"Orek?"

"That's right, Orek."

Jia Bo nodded heavily, stretched out his hand and clicked on the screen:

"I spotted him on the surveillance camera of a store in Harlem, and at the same time I searched the surveillance cameras of two nearby blocks and found his whereabouts."

After Jabo finished speaking, he looked at Ethan.

Ethan threw the empty can in his hand into the trash can and stood up without hesitation.

"I'll get two changes of clothes."