My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After a few small talk, dinner was quickly prepared.

Various delicacies are placed on the dining table one after another. Apart from anything else, the presentation is outstanding.

In terms of cooking skills, it can be seen that Lan Ma has worked hard.

A large plate of freshly baked croissants fills the air with the aroma of bread and butter.

Oceanside is not far from Mexico and is also influenced by Mexican food in terms of food. A big plate of Mexican tacos is a must.

In the cast iron pot next to it, there was a thick piece of T-bone steak, the olive oil on it was still sizzling, and there were a few sprigs of rosemary and carrot cubes on top.

In the middle of the table, in a glass bowl that looks like a washbasin, salad greens are piled high.

"Thanks, this looks delicious."

Ethan took the steak handed over by Lan Ma, smelled the aroma, and gave a thumbs up in praise.

"As long as you like it."

Lan Ma combed back her short golden hair and said with a smile:

"If you don't have enough to eat, let's talk."

She pointed at the people next to her with a spatula: "With these guys here, our family will have enough food."

Darren grabbed a croissant and stuffed it into his mouth, took a big bite, and then threw another one to Ethan.

Lan Ma was a little surprised, her sons were all arrogant.

Most people wouldn't even look at him, but now they changed their usual behavior towards Ethan.

Lan Ma put down the spatula and sat on the chair.

She cut the steak slowly, forked the beef and put it in her mouth: "You guys went surfing today. What fun things happened?"

Darren immediately started telling the story with excitement. In his mouth, Ethan seemed to have turned into a humanoid weapon.

Mother Lan noticed the way her son's eyes were shining and smiled inwardly. Although she and Jiabo made a joke today, based on her intuition, Ethan was definitely straight.

She knew her son's sexual orientation very well, but she just didn't want to reveal it.

Now it seems that Darren will definitely be disappointed.

But listening to what he said, this Ethan should not be a hindrance by then.

When Ethan heard what Darren said, he waved his hand quickly:

"Darren is too exaggerated. Those people just like to cause trouble, they are not ruthless characters."

"correct."

Having said this, Baz took a sip of red wine and cleared his throat: "What are your requirements regarding weapons?"

Hearing this, Ethan also became serious:

"A Glock 17 and an Uzi will do."

The easier it is to use a firearm, the better. The Glock 17 is the sidearm he has always used. It has long battery life and strong firepower. In Ethan's opinion, it has no shortcomings.

Buzz nodded to Ethan: "No problem, these are easy to get."

The people in Mexico are the ones managed by Baz. When they get injured, they usually run to Mexico. After all, the private hospitals there don't ask questions.

After going back and forth, he got acquainted with a local gang leader, and he also needed his help this time.

It's just that the people over there won't help Lan Ma deal with Gu Chen, and they will help outsiders deal with their own people. It won't sound good if word spreads. This is why Baz and the others need to do it themselves.

After dinner and a short rest, Craig and Darren excitedly started talking on the phone.

"party time."

Baz patted Ethan on the shoulder: "I hope your drinking capacity is good enough. These two lunatics like to drink with others. I can't help you with this."

"As long as you don't make a fool of yourself, with your looks and figure, you might be able to experience the passion of a West Coast girl tonight."

Ethan picked up the table wine and took a sip carefully, with a smile in his eyes:

"My drinking capacity is okay, I should be fine."

After Craig and the others made a dozen calls and went out, they invited Baz and Ethan to set up in the backyard.

Holding a glass of red wine, Lan Ma lay on the sofa and watched them busy.

The scene seemed to be a relaxed and happy atmosphere, but Ethan could feel that everyone, including himself, exuded an inexplicable aura of violence.

This is a trip to Mexico, and that’s no small thing.

In fact, this brings huge mental pressure to everyone.

What we will face then are vicious Mexican gangs, not people like today who are so frightened that their teeth are knocked out.

This is also the reason why Baz and the others are holding a party tonight. They want to vent the mental pressure so that they can do things more calmly.

Just like Chamberlain, the prehistoric beast of the NBA, before going on the court, if there is a chance, he must give himself a shot.

Craig threw a few pieces of wood into an iron bucket nearby, and then poured gasoline on them.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan lit a thick match and flicked it with his fingers.

The block of wood immediately burst into flames in the iron barrel, and the firelight kept jumping on his face.

I don’t know what Siobhan and the others are doing. At this time, they should have just finished their patrol. Brock has become the police chief, so he will definitely take the opportunity to sit in the office now.

His belly is definitely hopeless.

And Hood, I don’t know where he has gone.

When he left, he didn't leave any contact information and his phone was smashed. This guy planned to continue to exile himself.

"Ethan, hurry up and follow, the girls will be here soon."

Craig shouted, bringing him back to his senses:

"Okay, here we come."

After their arrangement, seven or eight iron barrels were set alight in the backyard, and waves of heat came. Now there was no cool feeling at night, but it felt almost the same as during the day.

Several tables were placed next to them, filled with various fruits, more than twenty bottles of the best tequila, a small basket of lemons and a small dish of salt.

A large plastic box on the ground next to it was filled with ice cubes and beer.

This is the American party, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol.

Ethan picked up a can of beer and gestured to the tequila on it: "Buzz, are you sure you want to do this?"

I don’t know how many people will be able to get up tomorrow with this kind of gameplay.

Baz put down a big speaker and wiped his sweat: "No problem, we will go there tomorrow afternoon. Besides, we will decide when to do it."

"Don't think about anything now, it's party time."

As he spoke, there was a trace of murderous intent on his face. He reached out and pressed the switch hard, and fast-paced rap music played.

At the same time, Darren also straddled the guardrail on the second floor and closed the switch.

The colorful lights of neon lights suddenly flashed among the branches and leaves of the green plants against the wall.

The sea breeze blew in at the right time, causing the branches and leaves to sway.

Looking at the fire barrels burning around him, Ethan took a big gulp of beer and suppressed his eagerness to complete the task.

"Whoa!"

Darren screamed strangely and jumped high from the guardrail on the second floor, his wild blond hair flying up.

"Boom."

A large ball of water exploded, and his landing point was only half a meter away from the edge of the swimming pool.

Ethan and Baz looked at each other and raised their middle fingers at the madman.

Not long after the party scene was set up, the doorbell rang one after another, and girls in cool clothes came to the backyard cheering.