My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the nightclub, Ethan picked up a cocktail and clinked glasses with Rusek:

"Come and drink to our friend."

"certainly."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank.

In Ivekoli, Irene heard a few swallowing sounds inexplicably.

Turning around, they looked serious again.

Erin shook her head helplessly and grabbed the microphone:

"Don't forget about business."

"of course not."

Ethan put down his wine glass and adjusted his sitting position to face Snyder's table.

Ivekoli, Antonio and the others also started to get busy, comparing and searching the screenshots of the captured images.

Even the black pearl sitting on the booth was not spared.

Who says women are inferior to men? There are a lot of girls in gangs, and they often get major breakthroughs with women.

After a few glasses of wine, the waiter just now brought in four or five white girls.

They are all bent forward and backward, and their postures are swaying.

Hip-hugging skirt and hot pants.

Gene and Horsted were dazzled by the big white legs that filled the screen.

As a married man, Antonio could only peek a few times.

Rusek had just come out of school not long ago. Although the parties at the police academy were also crazy, he had never experienced such a scene and he could only cope with it.

Compared with his restrained performance, Ethan seemed particularly comfortable.

"Who bets with me."

Erin opened a bag of potato chips and bit into them hard: "This is definitely not the first time he has done this."

Two hours later, Antonio stretched tiredly: "How many people have been recorded so far?"

"More than twenty."

Erin bit her pen cap and tapped the pen tip on the notebook: "Most of them come over to say hello and then leave."

"There were only six people who had any in-depth interactions with Snyder."

"Um."

Antonio nodded, rubbed his dry eyes and continued to stare at the screen.

Horsted looked at the picture captured by Ethan's camera, shook his head and said:

"Rusek is doomed."

Although he tried his best to control it, he still drank until he was red-faced in order to appear normal.

"I finally know why Ethan asked him how he was drinking."

Antonio clicked his tongue and said, "If it's not necessary, I advise you all not to have a drinking contest with Ethan. He is simply a monster."

"That's right!"

Everyone nodded in unison and swallowed hard.

In the nightclub, Ethan also felt his face getting hot at this time, and the girls next to him also raised their hands in surrender, unable to fight anymore.

Rusek's expression was dull and his eyes were dull.

The good news is that in the booth opposite, the group of old black men were all swaying around.

A few minutes later, the two younger brothers beside Ned helped him up and carried him out.

Tonight's surveillance mission is finally over.

The wine bottles on the table were basically clear.

He picked up the glass and drank the whiskey in one gulp.

"I gotta go."

Ethan hugged the E-cup long-legged girl sitting next to him and looked at the bulging light blue camisole: "Are you interested in having another drink at my house?"

"Of course." The E-cup girl put her long legs on him and rubbed them back and forth, saying with blurred eyes:

"How about my roommate coming too?"

The E-cup girl and the girl with fair skin and long black hair on the other side are students at Chicago State University.

Ethan was relatively thin-skinned towards this kind of request and didn't know how to refuse.

All I could do was agree.

After paying the bill, they picked up the drunk Ruse and walked out of the nightclub.

The air in the early morning was particularly cold. Rusek was blown by the night wind, his stomach swelled, and he quickly ran to a corner and vomited loudly.

"Let's go."

Ethan waved his hand covertly and placed his palms on his two round buttocks: "He can just take a taxi later."

"You are such a bad person."

The E-cup girl chuckled and hit his arm. The three of them left a string of laughter and walked towards the parking place.

The lights flashed and the vehicle quickly left.

Rusek vomited cleanly and staggered towards Iveco.

The car door opened and he rushed into the car smelling of alcohol.

"You are such a failure." Horsted helped him up with regret. There were so many girls just now, and he could just take one or two home.

"Don't say that."

When Erin heard Ethan's voice disappear, she gritted her teeth and took off her headphones: "Rusek is a good boy, not like that bastard."

"No."

Rusek waved his hands drunkenly: "Ethan is a good man."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of snoring started to sound.

Eileen took a closer look and saw that this guy had fallen asleep.

The next morning, Ethan walked up the stairs looking refreshed.

He also held a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Good morning."

He looked at the listless people and raised his hands with a smile: "I bought you coffee."

"Thank God."

Rusek rushed over: "This is exactly what I need most right now."

After a hangover, he now had a splitting headache.

Rusek threw a few aspirin tablets into his mouth and hurriedly drank a large gulp of coffee.

He handed the coffee to the others, and they all nodded in thanks.

Coffee in the pantry is often the last choice, and the stuff brewed from low-quality coffee powder is notoriously unpleasant to drink.

When she came to Eileen's desk, she wrote furiously without raising her head.

"Have some coffee."

Ethan shrugged and placed the cup on her desk.

"Hey guy."

Antonio greeted him: "Can I ask you a question?"

"certainly."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and walked to his desk.

"You know I box a lot."

Antonio pointed to the depressed Rusek, and then asked curiously: "How do you reply so quickly, as if nothing is wrong."

After hearing Antonio's words, Rusek and Horsted quickly raised their heads.

Everyone knew what he did last night, he couldn't just take two women back to chat.

So what he looks like now is really staggering.

Ethan smiled and couldn't say that he was a cheating man.

He rolled his eyes:

"Do you know wolfberry?"

"Wolfberry?"

Antonio repeated the awkward pronunciation and shook his head slowly: "I've never heard of it."

"Go to Chinatown another day and find a Chinese medicine shop."

Ethan chuckled: "Ask those old masters to prescribe some Chinese medicine for you, just for kidney deficiency."

"Kidney deficiency?"

"Yes, follow me." Ethan taught him the correct pronunciation several times.

"Are you suffering from kidney failure?" Irene suddenly said something at this time. She was quite gifted in language and could speak the word "kidney deficiency" with perfect accuracy.

"I don't."

Ethan waved his hand quickly: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Antonio." Irene glanced at him, then looked aside: "I can guarantee that although I don't know what he just said, he was definitely trying to trick you."

We are all police detectives, so it’s not that easy to hide.

From Ethan's reaction, you can instantly tell that the word he said was not a good thing.

Antonio hesitated for a moment, then raised his middle finger fiercely.