My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As soon as Ethan parked the police car, Hood's blue pickup truck drove up next to him.

The two looked at each other, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

By coincidence, Carly opened the car door not far away, with a smile on her lips, as if she had encountered something happy.

Hood said hello to Carly, but Carly ignored him and walked towards Miles restaurant.

Hood retracted his hand in embarrassment and said to Ethan:

"Regarding what happened last night, she has realized that what she did was wrong."

"Please, we are not children anymore, do you still want to apologize for her?" Ethan shook his head and closed the car door.

When he was about to walk to Miles' Restaurant, Hood stopped him: "Proctor came to Davis Bar to look for me just now."

Ethan stopped and turned the key in his hand.

Hood continued: "I want to find Miranda again to see if she has any clues that can be used to kill Proctor."

"The stripper?"

"right."

"I'll go with you later. I haven't had breakfast yet."

"OK."

Hood waved his hand and walked into the police station.

As soon as they entered Miles Restaurant, they saw Emmett and his wife Meg sitting face to face at a booth in the restaurant, with happy smiles on their faces.

Ethan walked over directly and pushed Emmett into the booth unceremoniously.

Emmett moved helplessly inside, and Meg covered her mouth and snickered.

"What are you talking about?" Ethan smiled and joked: "Every time I see you two, I rekindle my hope for love."

Meg put her hand on her belly and said with a smile: "Really? Do you want me to introduce a friend to you?"

"Honey, don't fall for his trick."

Emmett waved his hand quickly: "This guy just yearns for love, he doesn't yearn for marriage."

"Why do you say that?" Ethan covered his chest, as if he had been shot: "Man, I felt your hurt as soon as I got to work."

"Then what compensation do you want?" Emmett watched him perform.

"Just a breakfast." Ethan hugged Emmett and blew a kiss to the beautiful girl standing behind the dining table: "Give me a sandwich, thank you."

Dahlia winked at him and continued what she was doing.

"Dear, you see, my salary is gone like this." Emmett spread his hands helplessly, and Ethan accidentally cheated him of his breakfast.

But Meg was full of smiles. Emmett was usually too dull, and she sometimes worried that he wouldn't get along with his colleagues.

Seeing Ethan and Emmett joking, she felt relieved.

After all, due to the special nature of the job, to do this kind of work, you must have a good relationship with your colleagues. Maybe you can save a life at a critical moment.

Meg was wearing a black maternity dress with a white shawl. Ethan asked curiously:

"How long until the due date?"

Emmett said happily: "In two months, he will be the first member of the Youngs family to enter the NFL."

Meg smiled and said, "Wait a minute, why can't he like drawing or dancing ballet?"

"I can do it. He can do whatever he wants to do when he grows up." Emmett held Meg's hand and said affectionately.

He made up his mind to fill the children's rooms with rugby toys.

Ethan took the sandwich and took a big bite: "I regret sitting here."

Emmett laughed, showing his big white teeth.

After the two of them finished their breakfast, Meg was left to enjoy a leisurely breakfast in the restaurant.

Return to your seat. Ethan sorted out the information on hand and prepared to go talk to the stripper Miranda with Hood.

"Shet."

A soft cry came from the opposite side.

Ethan stood up quickly, and Siobhan poured half a cup of coffee on himself and was hurriedly wiping it with a paper towel.

Emmett and Brock were both out on patrol, and Hood was sitting in his office.

Alma was sitting far away, knitting a sweater at the front desk.

The corners of his mouth turned up, he grabbed a few tissues, and went over to help Siobhan wipe the coffee off his body.

Rubbing it back and forth on the very elastic police uniform, after a few moments, she bit her lip and slapped Ethan's hand away.

"Martin Star Dry Cleaners has my uniform, go and get it."

Siobhan looked left and right, kissed Ethan quickly, and then walked toward the dressing room inside.

Due to work reasons, the changing rooms in the police station are equipped with shower facilities. She is now covered in coffee and must be rinsed off.

Martin Star Dry Cleaners is a block away, a minute's run away.

Go back and come back, the time is just right.

It's not too late to go to Miranda's place half an hour later. The stripper doesn't go to work that early and will definitely be home before noon.

Ethan smiled, said hello to Hood, and ran outside.

Not long after Emmett and Ethan left, Meg also finished her breakfast, waving her hands and walking towards the dry cleaning shop on the next street.

I can't do heavy work now, but I can still get a few clothes.

Moving your body along the way is also better for the fetus.

When passing by a flower shop, she stopped and bought a bouquet of small yellow flowers and put it in her bag so that she could make flower arrangements to pass the time when she went back.

Soon arriving at the dry cleaners, she carefully folded Emmett's uniforms and put them in a bag.

After thanking the clerk, Meg walked out of the flower shop.

There was a dark green pickup truck parked on the side of the road. She didn't pay attention. Such cars were everywhere on the street.

After walking a few steps forward, a man wearing a tight-fitting blue shirt suddenly walked out from behind the pickup truck. His hair was parted and a swastika was tattooed on the corner of his eye.

Another bald man wearing a black vest jumped over from the rear bucket and put his hands in his trouser pockets.

They all had various tattoos of swastikas and double lightning bolts tattooed on their bodies. Meg couldn't help but be a little scared, lowered her head, and quickened her pace.

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry."

The man in the blue shirt blocked Meg's path. He held his hands very politely: "Excuse me, can I ask you a very simple question?"

Meg stopped, glanced at the strong man in the black vest next to her, and responded nervously:

"Of course it's okay, you say."

The blue shirt scratched the swastika in the corner of his eye with his finger, approached Meg, and asked with a smile:

“When did you become a traitor to the white man?”

There was no smile in his eyes. Meg instantly understood that this was to trouble her. She grabbed her bag and took two steps back:

"Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, can you please leave?"

"Oh ho~"

Blue Shirt noticed something and shouted to the car: "Sharp, do you want to come down and see? This traitor is pregnant."

He quickly reached out and touched Meg's belly and said angrily:

"Don't tell me there's half a nigga in there."

"Snapped."

Meg slapped him angrily, giving him a loud slap in the face.