My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After some persuasion, his depressed mood relaxed a lot.

With something on his mind, Horsted quickly got drunk.

Ethan and Antonio put him on the bed and left quickly.

"Do you still want to have a drink?"

Walking downstairs, Ethan was a little irritated by this kind of thing and asked Antonio.

"No."

Antonio shook the key and said with a complicated expression: "Now I just want to go home and spend time with my children."

"Well, you do need to spend more time with your family."

Ethan fist bumped with him and watched Antonio's vehicle quickly leave.

He was alone when he returned home. Ethan stood there and finished smoking a cigarette, swimming aimlessly in the car river.

From what happened just now, he could see that what Horsted wanted was for the pedophile to be punished by the law. Only in this way could the victim's family let go of the past.

Everyone's code of conduct is different, there's nothing to say about that.

But many years have passed and it is not easy for him to successfully overturn the case.

Luring the pedophile into committing another crime is also an option.

But it will cause innocent people to be harmed. In order to avoid this, he must press forward step by step, which can easily get him involved.

The red light came on and he slowly stopped the car.

"puff."

While he was in a daze, someone suddenly poured a spoonful of foamy water onto the front windshield.

Ethan reflexively reached for the pistol and leaned down.

He was just about to rush to the passenger seat, but found that instead of gunfire, there was a sound of squeaking and scratching on the glass.

Damn, this is someone begging for money while wiping cars on the roadside.

Ethan cursed secretly, turned around and sat up, taking his hand off the handle of the gun.

A sloppily dressed old white man, wearing a knitted hat and carrying a child on his back, was diligently wiping the glass.

He took out ten dollars from his pocket and prepared to send the person away.

The old white man's knitted hat trembled slightly with the movements of his hands. He raised his head and showed an ugly smile to the people in the car.

Seeing the wrinkles on his face brought back memories.

"Frank?" Ethan lowered the window and asked in surprise.

"It's you?"

Frank also stopped wiping, his eyes widened: "My friend, I said this car looks so familiar, but the license plate number is different."

"Thought you had left Chicago."

The handsome guy in front of him had been treated to a big drink last time. Frank had never forgotten him and went there to find such a good friend.

It's a pity that after the handsome guy left with the two hotties in his arms, he never saw anyone again.

Now the unexpected encounter surprised Frank, and his wrinkled face was filled with smiles.

"I changed it to a local license plate to make it more convenient."

There were still dozens of seconds before the red light, so Ethan took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "It's so late, are you still working?"

"I can't help it. You also know that I have six children to raise."

Frank scratched his head and took the cigarette.

He sniffed it greedily for a few times, then took out a lighter and lit it: "Life is not easy. If you can earn more to support your family, earn more."

Last time I thought he was lying to me, but I didn't expect it to be true.

It's past nine o'clock now, and I'm still out begging with a child on my back. It seems like I'm having a really hard time.

Ethan came forward and lit a cigarette on his lighter:

"Frank, I underestimated you."

He exhaled a puff of smoke: "You are a man, and your child will definitely live a happy life with you here."

"My friend, you still understand me."

Frank hammered his chest, then squatted down: "Come on, look at my children. This is the youngest one, Liam."

Behind him, a child, only about one year old, was wrapped in a dirty quilt.

Curly hair, dark skin, and a sleepy look.

"Are you sure you didn't hold the wrong child?" Ethan was a little confused.

"One hundred percent, it's my seed." It seems that he has faced many such doubts, and Frank is determined, as if there is no need to question it.

Well, Ethan felt like he was fussing too.

If a black man can find a white wife, why don’t others be allowed to find a black wife?

"Sorry, I misunderstood."

When Ethan saw that there were still more than ten seconds left at the red light, he quickly took out a hundred dollars from his pocket: "You should go back and rest early, the child is almost asleep."

Frank quickly wiped the glass clean and took a few steps back: "No need."

"You are my friend, and this service is free."

"Are you sure?" Ethan held out the money: "Take it, for your family."

"Okay." Frank hesitated for a moment and took the money: "This is for the family, who knows what those poor children are going through."

Hearing the horn sounding from behind, he quickly walked towards the roadside:

"Tomorrow night, Aleb's Bar."

"If you have time, I'll buy you a beer."

Ethan stretched his hand out of the car window, made an OK gesture, and drove forward slowly.

I wanted to have a drink with him, but when I saw the child on his back, I decided not to do it. It not only delayed others from taking care of their children, but also delayed others from making money.

We can only talk about it another day.

The weather was getting colder and colder. In the rearview mirror, Frank was hopping on the side of the road, waiting for the next traffic light to arrive.

After turning a few blocks, I saw neon lights flashing on a building in the distance.

The poster in the corner shows a huge circular spaceship suspended in space, with a planet in the background.

2001: A Space Odyssey.

He immediately pulled over and parked the car. He hadn't watched a movie in a long time and it was good to relax.

The price of old movies was super cheap. After buying the tickets, he walked to the popcorn sales place. It was the peak time for movie watching, and there was a long queue here.

"Hey girl, give me two extra large ones."

When it was almost Ethan's turn, there was a shout from the front. One of them, a white man wearing a baseball uniform, continued with a mean smile:

"Both of them need to be oversized. I don't like small things."

"That's right, haha."

The companions on the side laughed and fist-bumped with him, and at the same time looked at the popcorn seller wearing a thin T-shirt maliciously.

This is a white girl with fair and delicate skin and beautiful appearance.

Big bright eyes, with a bit of stubbornness in his brows.

The size of her breasts is actually not small. The two boys in front just like to tease others with words and get fun from it.

In the eyes of these people, a popcorn seller is just bullying, so what else can he do?

The salesman pursed his lips, ignored the two men, and was busy with the work at hand.

"I said, why don't you two like little things?"

A clear voice sounded from behind: "I understand, is it that the things you two have are relatively small?"

The curly-haired man wearing a maroon baseball uniform turned around suddenly. When he saw the little gap that Ethan had pinched, he suddenly became angry and immediately rolled up his sleeves:

"What the hell are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will break your balls out."

Although he was drunk, he could still smell the alcohol on their bodies from afar. Ethan also moved his shoulders and showed a slight smile:

"I hope your strength is not as small as your things."