My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan took out the key and opened the door, threw his backpack aside, moved and carefully lay down on the sofa.

Looking at the deer head on the wall, he felt a sense of absurdity that seemed to exist in another world.

When his phone rang, he picked it up and clicked on the message.

"I miss you. If I have a chance, I'll go to Pennsylvania to hang out with you, lol."

The message was followed by a photo, in which Blake was sitting in the corner of the swimming pool wearing sunglasses, with a corner of her black bikini pulled apart.

Ethan replied OK and silently saved the picture.

Further on, there were messages sent to him by his colleagues in the police station. He had already replied to them one by one. He turned on the TV and changed several channels, all of which were news reports about the earthquake on the west coast.

As the person involved, Ethan was not interested in knowing more and turned off the TV and returned to the room.

Sit on the bed and exhale the system. The tasks on it are still flashing, and the status changes to Completed.

In the past two days, he had been venting his huge mental pressure with Blake. He almost collapsed and slept on the plane. He had no time to deal with the system. Now that he was back home, he could finally calm down and take a look at the rewards he had received.

As soon as the idea comes to mind, he taps lightly on the light screen, and the tasks on the panel disappear immediately.

Ethan rubbed his hands and opened the space expectantly like opening a gift bag.

In the space, in addition to a large amount of food and firearm bullets, there is also a blue book and a glass tube filled with blue liquid.

He took out the skill book, clapped his hands, and then added skill points to fighting to make up for the last shortcoming.

As his fighting skills improved, scenes of his previous fighting training at the police academy flashed through his mind like a marquee. He gained a deeper understanding of how to quickly subdue an opponent and various ruthless fighting techniques.

Then I took out the glass tube, and there were some green tiny particles tumbling up and down inside. The blue liquid was deep and charming, as if it could draw people's soul into it.

"Self-healing potion: It can repair minor injuries and slightly enhance the body's self-healing ability."

The simple explanation made Ethan burst into laughter.

He immediately uncorked the bottle, raised his head and drank the self-healing potion in one gulp. After swallowing the liquid, Ethan's expression changed, recalling the last time he drank the physical enhancement potion.

He still remembered that feeling like his whole body was on fire. Just as he was about to get off the bed, he felt a wave of warmth in his stomach.

A numb and numb feeling spread throughout the body, and the feeling was even stronger at the crack of the thigh bone.

Ethan staggered and tried to stand up. The tingling sensation spread to Tian Ling Gai. He rolled his eyes comfortably, collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, there were already stars outside the window.

Ethan blinked and looked at the ceiling, feeling extremely relaxed and feeling energetic again.

Turn over and get out of bed, firmly supporting your body with your thighs.

After untying the splint and pressing it with my hands, I felt no discomfort.

Originally, the doctor said that his injury was not too serious and that he would be able to walk freely after a few weeks of rest. Now that a bottle of medicine has been taken, the injury has completely healed. He jumped on the spot a few times, and his body still feels a little lighter.

Remembering the other effect of the potion, which can slightly increase the body's self-healing ability, Ethan quickly walked to the kitchen.

Take out a table knife from the knife holder, stretch out your finger, and place the sharp blade on the pad of your finger.

There was a crisp "clang" sound.

He threw the table knife aside, why did he cut himself up if he had nothing to do? Anyway, as long as he had the ability, he didn't need to test the limits of his ability. It's not like he was immortal and could play with it casually.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was not too late, and he missed the atmosphere of Davis Bar.

Ethan got into the newly purchased 1970 Dodge Challenger, rubbed his fingers on the steering wheel, and turned the key. The engine roared like a beast waking up, and two beams of light shot into the night sky.

Park your car in front of the bar and push the door open.

"Oh oh oh, look who's back."

Candy threw off the towel and opened his arms. "You, the guy who survived the disaster, are you willing to give Daddy Candy a big hug?"

"Whenever you have two charming peaks on your chest and your buttocks become perky, maybe I will consider it."

Ethan walked to the bar, bumped fists with Hood, and complained unceremoniously.

Candy looked at him resentfully, "Man, you have deeply hurt a man's heart. Isn't my butt perfect enough?"

Ethan looked at Candy's motionless hand and said helplessly: "Perfect, very perfect, like a wild horse. There are countless sexy little mares out there waiting for you to conquer."

Candy then placed the whiskey in his hand heavily in front of him, wiped the countertop, and curiously asked about the situation in San Francisco.

As he continued to talk, the crowd in the bar slowly gathered.

It's one thing to see it on TV, but it's another thing to hear it talked about by people who have experienced it. When they talk about how nervous they are, the people around them start to scream.

Everyone likes to listen to the excitement, and the American side is no exception.

When he got excited, he took a sip of whiskey to moisten his throat.

At this time, a heavy body odor from someone who had not taken a bath for who knows how many days floated to the side, and the originally dense crowd suddenly relaxed.

Westerners already have a strong sense of humor, and it was hard for Ethan to adapt to it after traveling through time.

But this was the first time he smelled such a smell. Ethan frowned and looked to the side. A short, fat, middle-aged man wearing a starched jacket squeezed next to him.

Dirty long hair was spread on both sides of his fat face. He didn't know how much wine he drank, and his face was as red as pig liver.

The middle-aged man stretched out his stubby arms to hug Ethan, his fingernails were full of dirt, and he drunkenly breathed alcohol at Ethan.

"You're such a fool. If it were me, it wouldn't take long, just ten minutes or so. Just grabbing something from the shops all over the street would be enough to keep me entertained for a while."

As he spoke, the saliva splashed from his mouth kept flying into Ethan's wine glass.

"How brave you are to say such things in front of the local chief and police officers." The people around silently gave a thumbs up in their hearts, with expressions of watching the excitement, and some even left quietly.

Although Ethan has been working at the Banshee Town Police Department for a short time, he already has a reputation as a ruthless man. The locals know that he is ruthless. The Moody brothers have disappeared for a long time. There are rumors that he is related to him, but there is no evidence.

Ethan looked at the bits of saliva floating in the wine glass, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes became cold.

Hood noticed something was wrong with him and was about to speak.

Ethan's hand stretched out like lightning, and his fingers clamped on the fat neck like steel bars.

Stepping sideways, twisting his arms, twisting his waist, and flicking hard, the fat-headed dirty man instantly flew up and landed on a table, smashing the wooden table into pieces.

Ethan kicked away the wooden stool in front of him and took out the python from his arms.

"Hold your head with your hands, lie down and don't move. How dare you attack the police."