My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Following his movements, there was a heavy swallowing sound nearby.

Frank followed him, taking a long swig of beer, and being disciplined, he didn't reach for the whiskey.

Ethan put down the empty glass and looked at Frank:

"What did you call me just now?"

Frank scratched his head and said doubtfully: "My friend?"

"So, friend."

Ethan knocked on the bar: "You can do whatever you want."

"Mamma Mia."

Next to Frank sat a bald and thin man. He looked at Frank with bright eyes: "You are really lucky."

He quickly greeted Ethan: "Hello, my friend."

"Why don't you go home and make yourself."

Frank pushed the bald and thin man away and turned to look at Ethan: "I'm sorry, this person is so shameless. He wants to come over and get some benefits when he sees something good. I despise such people."

Ethan smiled and picked up a bullet cup.

Frank didn't care to speak and followed him to drink one cup after another.

Soon, eighteen glasses of whiskey were cleared by the two of them.

Ethan waved his finger and asked Evan for another round.

As they exchanged glasses, the atmosphere in the bar became more and more lively, and a woman's delicate laughter could be heard from behind.

Ethan turned around, and not far behind him, several women dressed sexyly were laughing together.

A blonde woman wearing a strapless tube top hugged her friend into her arms, smiled coquettishly, poured whiskey into her mouth, and shouted happily:

"This glass of wine is mine."

Lying on the lap of a woman in a tube top and short skirt is a red-haired woman with slender legs.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, the woman in a tube top and short skirt bit her lip at him.

Ethan raised his eyebrows and raised his glass.

"Come on, drink."

Frank's drunken voice sounded. He knocked the bullet cup against Ethan's cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay, drink, drink."

Ethan turned around with a smile and poured the whiskey into his mouth.

"Hey, handsome guy."

There were footsteps and someone tapped his shoulder.

"Hi."

Finding that it was the red-haired woman who was lying down to drink just now, Ethan responded with a bright smile.

"Have you seen my friend?"

The red-haired woman pointed back with a smile, and raised her wine glass in a short tube top:

"She seems to be teasing everyone, but I know she's attracted to you. Are you interested in having a drink with us?"

Ethan looked at the tube top skirt, it was quite large.

Under the table, a pair of long white legs overlapped and trembled slightly.

"It's my pleasure."

Ethan picked up a glass of whiskey and brought it to the red-haired woman: "But I have a little question."

"Just ask."

The red-haired woman drank the whiskey in one gulp, flexibly swirling her tongue around the rim of the glass.

Frank next to him was stunned, and he hurriedly took a sip of the wine.

Ethan looked at the red-haired woman's curvy figure and asked with a smile, "Should I have a drink with your friend, or the two of you?"

"If you can handle two, I'll be fine."

The red-haired woman stretched out her fingers and rubbed them back and forth on his arm, her eyes watering.

Ethan put his arms around her slim waist, leaned into her ear and whispered, "How about we skip the step of drinking?"

The moist breath poured into her ears, and the red-haired woman trembled all over.

She winked at Ethan and walked quickly to her seat.

"Frank, Evan."

Ethan stood up and hugged the two girls who came over with bags: "Nice to meet you. Let's drink together when we have time."

"Shet."

Evan put his palms on his forehead enviously and waved vigorously: "You lucky guy."

"Uh-huh."

Frank was busy pouring the remaining whiskey into his mouth, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

Ethan smiled at the two of them and walked out of the bar with the two women in his arms. After a while, the roar of the Dodge Challenger sounded.

The car lights flashed twice and quickly disappeared into the street.

The next morning, Ethan felt the roundness in his hand and slapped the blonde on the butt.

"Don't you have to go to work?"

The red-haired woman raised her head and moved her sore mouth: "There is still an hour and a half, there is still time."

After speaking, she buried her head again.

"It's my turn," the blonde woman said dissatisfied.

"What are you trying to grab?"

Ethan picked up the cigarette case from the bedside table, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Can't we do it together?"

"oh."

The blonde woman pouted and leaned down.

Ethan lit the cigarette and looked at the ceiling. Two flexible snakes were swimming back and forth on his body.

An hour later, the two women left in a hurry with their legs and feet sore.

Ethan walked into the bathroom whistling, and the sound of gurgling water sounded.

After taking a shower, according to the address sent in the text message, he went to a psychological clinic that had a cooperative relationship with the police station.

After the boring and boring psychotherapy was over, the administrative leave was officially started.

In the past few days, apart from going to the supermarket to buy a lot of daily necessities, I just drove around the streets of Chicago.

I’ve seen Lake Michigan and seen the spectacular city skyline.

A few days later, an investigation by authorities found no violations of the shooting at Chicago's Union Station.

Ethan also ended his vacation and officially returned to work at the police station.

It's just the first day back at work, but it's not very pleasant.

Wearing a full uniform and a silver plaid hat with a large brim on his head, Ethan stood in the corner of the cemetery.

All around him were colleagues wearing dark blue police uniforms with solemn expressions.

The melodious sound of bagpipes echoed in my ears.

Julie's funeral is in progress, and as her husband tears off the blue sticker on the stone tablet, all she leaves behind in this city is just a name engraved on the stone tablet.

At the end of the ceremony, Ethan and his colleagues from the intelligence team lined up to shake hands with Julie's husband.

After saying a few words of condolences, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If given the chance, he wouldn't want to experience something like this again.

But he knew in his heart that that was impossible.

Ethan shook the car keys and walked out of the cemetery with the crowd of twos and threes.

In the past few days, Hank also applied for his mobile vehicle. It is a black Cadillac CTS with hidden police lights inside.

Ethan transformed into a distinguished Cadillac owner.

"Hey, can I ride in your car?"

Erin walked quickly to Ethan. She was wearing a dark blue police uniform and a wide-brimmed police hat, looking particularly heroic.

"sure."

Ethan hesitated and handed her the key.

To his surprise, Irene pushed back: "This is your car, you drive it."

After starting the vehicle, Ethan followed the convoy and drove towards the police station.

A new car is a new car, and it handles extremely silky smooth.

But the air in the car was not very silky. After a moment of silence, Erin asked: "Have you seen Julie's family?"

"I saw it."

Ethan shrugged: "For them, this period of time should be very painful."

"That's right."

Erin licked her nails and looked out the window.

It’s not just Julie’s family who is having a hard time. During the past few days without Ethan, the atmosphere in the intelligence team has been very depressed, and Antonio has been unable to lift his spirits.

After saying goodbye just now, his mental state was better.

Seeing Irene's listless look, Ethan turned the steering wheel and said, "There is something you want in the storage compartment."

"What is it?"

Erin reached out and opened the storage compartment: "Don't lie to me again."