My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hood took the lead and walked towards the small wine stall outside the wooden house.

Ethan clasped his hands on his belt and followed suit slowly.

Only Brock looked nervously at the people who were drinking. After all, he was beaten badly the last time he came here.

"Can you get us something to drink?"

Hood walked straight to the female bartender and asked with a smile.

"certainly."

The female bartender wearing a sleeveless jacket glanced at him and said casually: "Drive back ten miles. Banshee Town sells a lot of drinks."

"Please, the money is real."

Hood took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket and waved them in front of her.

"Hey, cop, put your damn money away."

Among the group of people at the next table, a man in a blue shirt stood up and said, "Those of you in uniform are not welcome here."

"Yeah?"

Ethan tapped his fingers on his duty belt: "Relax, we just want to ask a few questions."

The blue shirt walked up to Ethan with a bottle of beer and said with a fierce look: "You won't get any answers here, and the police badge you have is nothing here."

"Please, don't get so close."

Ethan waved his hand in disgust: "You have bad breath."

This sentence, like a critical strike, caused high damage to Blue Shirt. He looked at Ethan in disbelief, his rough face quickly turning red.

The blue shirt's grip on the beer bottle tightened and he was about to smash it at Ethan.

At this time, a person rushed out from the side and stopped him:

"Are you crazy? This cop is the one who defeated Cheton."

The dozen or so people drinking outside just stood up, and a few of them recognized Ethan and quickly sat back on their chairs.

They would never dare to shoot a few policemen in broad daylight.

As for taking action, the man in front of them could subdue Cheton. After they weighed their little arms and legs, the rest of them sat back one after another.

Ethan blinked, could this be called subduing the enemy without fighting?

The man who stopped the blue shirt said unyieldingly: "You guys go back, I have already called the police."

He didn't notice that his companions behind him cast contemptuous glances at him, and those who knew him quickly reached out to cover their faces.

It looked like nothing would be gained, so Ethan took two steps forward.

The man hurriedly took a few steps back with his blue shirt on, swallowing hard.

Ethan grinned and raised his middle finger: "Pass this gesture to Cheton for me. I already know he's back. Don't be like a little mouse hiding in the woods."

I don’t know if the provoking method is useful for Cheton, but it’s better than nothing.

Regardless of their embarrassed expressions, Ethan patted Brock's tight body:

"Let's go."

The three people left in a swaggering manner in front of more than a dozen members of the Red Bone Gang.

One person was so angry that he took the beer bottle in his hand and threw it to the ground.

Brock was trembling in his heart, fearing that the group behind him would pounce, but when he saw Hood on the left and Ethan on the right, he immediately held his head high.

As soon as I returned to the vehicle, a khaki police car in the distance raised smoke and rushed over quickly.

After a sudden brake, the Chino Police Department police car stopped in front of them.

Unexpectedly, the coward from the Red Bone Gang just now actually called the police. Ethan and Brock had a clear understanding and took a step back at the same time, leaving Hood in the front.

A small policewoman with long black hair pushed open the car door and shouted dissatisfied:

"What do you think you are doing? Who gave you the right to wear Banshee Town uniforms and come to the residence?"

Ethan saw her hooked nose and was immediately impressed.

The last time a girl from the Chino tribe was killed, she was the one who came to help identify the body. Her name was Amy King, a policewoman who worked very fast.

Hood looked at the two unloyal bastards next to him and shrugged:

"We're here to see Cheton Littlestone. Is there anything you can do to help?"

"Are you serious?"

Amy King waved her hands and urged: "Leave the residence quickly. If Yaz finds out that you are here, everyone will be in trouble."

"Who is Yaz?" Hood looked at Brock.

"Karl Yaz."

Brock coughed: "Chief of the Chino Police Department."

"It sounds like I need to meet him." Hood smiled.

Amy put her hands on her hips helplessly: "Please, don't cause trouble, Yaz won't care about your things."

"She's right."

Brock nodded: "Yaz is famous for his diligence."

When he talked about being diligent, he stretched out both hands and bent two fingers on one side at the same time.

Hood instantly understood what he meant. He was mocking the chief of the Chino Police Department for being notoriously lazy and careless.

However, he still looked at Amy and said seriously:

"Something you may not know is that just a few days ago, Cheton and a group of members of the Redbone Gang robbed a batch of arms on Route 15 in Poundfield."

"Among them are AK47s and military M4s."

"What?" Amy King asked in shock, "Are you serious?"

Hood nodded: "I have no reason to lie to you."

"If you don't want anyone in the tribe to die from these guns, you'd better help us."

Amy thought for a while and sighed helplessly: "Let me warn you first, Yaz has a bad temper."

A few minutes later, two police cars arrived at a very simple police station.

But the eldest brother can't laugh at the second brother. Ethan and the others also work in a car dealership, which is not much better.

Like the Banshee Police Department, the Chino Police Department also has two or three kittens.

It is estimated that the funds provided by the top management of the Chino tribe are not much, so long as they can sustain it.

Under the leadership of Amy, a group of people walked into the Sheriff's Office.

A paunchy, gray-haired police sergeant was sitting behind his desk reading a newspaper.

He noticed the person coming and put down the newspaper in his hand: "This is the Chino Police Station. Are you people in the wrong place?"

"Chief Yaz, excuse me."

"Who are you?"

"Banshee Police Department, Lux Hood."

Hood stepped forward and extended his hand to him: "Nice to meet you."

Chief Yaz sat up a little straighter and ignored the extended palm: "Chief Hood, you were the one who arrested the bastard who killed Colleary, right?"

Collery was the Indian girl who was killed when she was dating Rebecca's brother Solomon.

Hood retracted his hand and leaned on the table nearby:

"I'm surprised you actually know about this. It seems you're too lazy to help."

"It happened in your jurisdiction. What does it have to do with me?" Sheriff Yaz picked up the water glass and said meaningfully:

"I just mind my own business."

"This is the purpose of my coming here today." Hood said solemnly:

"Cheton Littlestone and the Redbones robbed a military vehicle at the Genoa base."

"They stole a lot of arms. Now these guns are in the Chino Residence. I wonder if they are considered a matter under your jurisdiction?"

Sheriff Yaz took a sip of coffee and put the cup down:

"It sounds like it's a military issue."

Hood stood up, unceremoniously pulled a chair and sat down in front of him:

"There's a high chance that guns will show up in Banshee, and that becomes my problem, and that's why I'm here today."

Sheriff Yaz said impatiently without thinking:

"Sorry, I don't know where Cheton Littlestone is, but don't worry, I'll keep an eye out."

"You'll pay attention?"

Hood finally understood what Brock meant by "diligence" just now, and he sneered: "Actually, you don't care at all, right?"

Sheriff Yaz shrugged, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Well, thanks for your time."

Hood waved his hand, stood up and left.

He was a fake police chief who worked harder than a real police chief, and he suddenly felt uninterested.

"Wait a minute, Sheriff Hood."

Unexpectedly, Yaz stopped him at this time:

"Out of courtesy, I call you Sheriff, even though you are nothing here."

Yaz held the table with both hands and stood up slowly:

"Next time, if I find you going to the reservation to do something private, I will report it to the Bureau of Indian Affairs immediately and let you know what trouble is."

He looked at Ethan and Brock again, stretched out his hand and threatened:

"And you two bastards, don't let me see you in the residence again. I don't mind cuffing you."

Faced with his threat, Ethan raised his eyebrows and shook his head with a smile.

"What are you laughing at, pretty boy."

Yaz looked unhappy and stared at him fiercely.

"It's okay, I understand, Chief Yaz."

Ethan put away his smile and solemnly called him Sheriff.

Yaz enjoyed the feeling of handling them easily. He nodded with satisfaction and picked up the newspaper:

"Okay, get out of my police station."

Amy, who was standing behind him, silently shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she had already reminded him.

Hood was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yaz and turned around to leave the Chino Police Station.

When he walked to the police car, Hood asked Brock:

"Is this Yaz a dirty cop?"

"no."

Brock opened the door and said, "He just has no ambition. There is no hope in this place. This kind of person just wants to live his life."

"But that Amy King seems quite motivated."

As soon as she mentioned Amy, she walked out of the police station quickly: "I warned you, but you didn't listen."

"It's okay, just do your best."

Ethan stretched out his hand and shook it with her: "Thank you for your help."

"Yaz doesn't want to offend anyone right now, whether it's the Tribal Council or the Redbone Gang." Amy let go of his hand:

"I'll try my best to help you find Cheton's whereabouts."

"OK, thanks."

Ethan looked at her with admiration. The boss immediately was a big salty fish. There were not many people who could maintain their motivation in this kind of environment.

After they exchanged business cards, Ethan and the others drove away.

Although they were unable to find any clues about Cheton, they were able to explain it to Proctor, so that the Banshee Town Police Department would not have a reputation for inaction.

In the evening, Ethan hurried home after get off work.

As soon as he opened the door, his eyes lit up.

Nora put on high heels, a long black figure-hugging dress, diamond earrings on her earlobes, and light makeup.

The whole person looks bright and charming, full of fatal temptation.

The skirt fully showed off the advantages of her figure, and it made Ethan's belly feel hot.

Tonight is the committee election for the new chief. She can no longer dress normally as usual and can only dress up.

Ethan had never seen her dressed in such a feminine way, and it was immediately refreshing.

Noila felt uncomfortable looking at him, she hadn’t dressed like this for many years.

A blush flew up her cheeks, and she said angrily: "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the most beautiful female chief in the world."

Ethan stepped forward quickly, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her hard.

A minute later, there was a cough nearby.

"It's time to hurry up."

Only then did Ethan loosen his hold on Nora’s thin waist and left her mouth.

He nodded to the side: "Thompson."

Thompson was sitting on the sofa nearby. His long black hair was neatly combed and he was also dressed up.

He was wearing a blue suit and had a felt hat at hand.

After all, Indians also pay attention to advancing with the times. In most cases, they only wear some beads with tribal characteristics.

This was the first time Thompson came to Ethan's house. He stood up, looked around, and said flatteringly:

"The house is very nice, and you are a person who knows how to live."

"Thanks."

The two of them also reported politely, and Thompson's face was full of smiles.

He didn't expect that his investment would be returned so quickly. If they didn't lie to him, he would be a member of the Standing Committee after tonight.

He was even more envious of the handsome guy in front of him. A small town policeman actually took off the princess of the Langside family. He must have gained a lot of benefits.

If Thompson knew that Ethan would get 6% of the shares by then, his eyes would probably be red with envy.

Ethan patted his back and asked with concern:

"Commissioner Thompson, is the injury on your arm getting better?"

Thompson immediately took reassurance and raised his arms happily regardless of the pain:

"It's much better now, thank you for your concern."

Last time when Ethan went to assassinate George Hunter, Thompson was also attacked by the Redbone Gang and his arm was grazed by a bullet.

"Stop talking nonsense and change clothes quickly."

Noila picked up the dust bag placed on the sofa: “These are ready-made clothes I bought for you, go take a shower and change them quickly.”

Originally, Ethan didn’t want to show his face, but Nora was worried and insisted on him going.

Each committee member can bring an unarmed bodyguard into the venue, and this time Ethan played the role of a bodyguard.

It's better to go there yourself to ensure that things will go smoothly.

Ethan picked up the dust bag and was about to go inside when he suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at Thompson:

"Whose person is Chief Carl Yazzie of the Chino Police Department?"

The Chino Police Department is a powerful department. The Chief is certainly not good enough in front of the committee members, but he is still a powerful figure regardless of whether he is big or small.

Thompson naturally knew Karl Yaz, and he sat back on the sofa:

"He belongs to George Hunter, but after Hunter's death, his position was unstable. He came to me for a drink yesterday. What's wrong?"

Ethan took off his duty belt: "I don't like him, change it."

"no problem."

Thompson didn't ask why at all. He knew the importance of Ethan in Nora's heart, so he naturally agreed.

Nora didn't want to care about these little things at all. The routine affairs were originally planned to be left to Thompson. She only needed to manage the casino, that was the top priority.

Just give the favor to the end, Thompson then asked:

"What do you think of the new Sheriff?"

This guy is smart and Ethan likes him.

He took off his coat and said casually: "Just Amy King."

Thompson had never heard of Amy King at all, but that didn't matter. As long as things were sorted out in the past few days, this Amy King would be the chief of the Chino Police Department.