My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The next morning, Ethan got up from bed.

"Uh-huh."

The curtains were opened, it was completely white outside, and the snow plow was working non-stop.

There is enough heating in the house, making it as warm as summer.

He stretched, walked to the shower room and took a refreshing bath.

Pushing open the front door, the small lawn was covered with a quilt. He excitedly jumped into the snow, picked up a large ball of snow, and threw it hard against the landscape tree.

Countless snowflakes are falling one after another, and the landscape trees reveal a hint of green.

He smashed a few more snowballs in the distance, causing a few barks. He laughed and stopped.

He took out a broom from the tool shed and swept the road from the front door to the iron fence before driving to the police station.

Drinking coffee bought on the roadside, Ethan drove slowly.

Pedestrians on the roadside are hurried and white mist is constantly blowing out. In this season, the only regret is that I can't see the girl wearing cool clothes on the road.

While he was looking around, an SUV turned the corner and rushed towards him quickly.

The distance between the two parties was too short and the other party's car was traveling too fast. He only had time to turn the steering wheel to avoid the impact.

"Bang."

After a loud bang, the Cadillac's window glass shattered.

The passenger door was heavily dented by the speeding SUV. The vehicle made a harsh scraping sound and was driven back several meters.

"ah!!!"

Screams rang out and pedestrians on the roadside ran away.

"Farke, my new car."

Ethan angrily pulled out the Python revolver, leaned down quickly, and pointed the gun at the cockpit of the SUV.

But the window was blocked by the head of the opposite car, leaving only a gap.

He quickly opened the door and bent down to get out of the car.

Seeing the gun in his hand, the pedestrian ran faster and picked up the phone to call the police.

A siren sounded in the distance, approaching quickly.

This car was rushing towards me on the wrong side of the road and was being chased by the patrol. It was probably not aimed at me.

Ethan shifted his position, walked around to the back of the car, and raised his pistol.

"Leave it..."

A white girl stepped out of the cab of the SUV and stopped midway through Ethan's words.

She was wearing a pair of short jeans and a bikini top.

It’s as if it’s not winter in Chicago, but summer in Miami.

What was horrifying was that there were several long wounds on her lower abdomen, with the flesh and skin protruding and dripping with blood.

"Hey, what happened to you?"

Ethan stood up and looked inside the SUV. There was no one else inside.

But he didn't put down the gun. The bikini girl had a weird posture, with so many wounds on her body, and a hand behind her back, so she had to guard her.

"help me!"

The white girl raised her head blankly, her eyes painful.

Everyone around her was wearing three layers of clothing, but she didn't seem to feel any discomfort.

It seems like I can't feel the cold or the pain.

The bikini girl's bare feet stepped on the broken glass on the ground and walked towards Ethan:

"Please, save me!"

"Don't come near me yet. What happened?"

Ethan continued to shout loudly to stop her movements: "What exactly do I want to help you with?"

This bikini girl looks so wrong, like a walking zombie.

The hand she placed behind her back finally came out, with a flash of cold light, and it was a pair of sharp scissors.

There are still some blood stains on the scissors,

"Hey!"

Ethan tightened his grip on the pistol: "Put down the scissors in your hand."

The bikini girl turned a deaf ear and continued walking toward him.

Judging from his expression, he is getting more and more confused.

As the piercing sirens approached, a patrol car stopped suddenly, and the two patrol officers on top quickly opened the door.

Two patrol officers, a man and a woman, leaned behind the car door, quickly took out the Glock, and shouted excitedly:

"Drop your weapons!"

Ethan was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking to himself.

He turned his head, and what a coincidence, the male patrolman was the guy who called Tony last night.

The other party also recognized Ethan and immediately shouted loudly:

"Drop the weapon or we'll shoot."

"One of our own."

Ethan saw the bikini girl continuing to approach him and said hurriedly: "I am from the intelligence team of the 21st branch, police number 99527. Put your guns away."

Tony asked in surprise: "Where's your police badge?"

The girl kept mumbling and her mind was extremely confused.

In order not to cause misunderstanding between the two patrolmen, Ethan was forced to retreat and shouted loudly:

"In my pocket."

"Tony." The policewoman said disdainfully: "The police badge is in his pocket and he is holding a python revolver. Do you think he is a policeman?"

"Shet"

Tony was also so stupid that he was so angry that he immediately put his index finger into the ring:

"I say it again, throw away the gun."

Ethan was so angry at the two of them that he gritted his teeth, but the two patrolmen were now highly nervous, and the girl opposite was getting closer and closer to him.

As a policeman himself, he knew that in this situation, the nervous patrol officer might shoot at any time.

Being able to chat with him for so long is already a bonus because of his skin.

In desperation, he had no choice but to throw the pistol onto the snowdrift aside.

Another patrol car drove over, and this time an acquaintance got out of the car. Burgess saw Ethan being pointed at gunpoint by two patrolmen, and shouted in surprise:

"Detective Morgan, what happened?"

But the bikini girl was stimulated by Ethan's action of throwing the gun, her eyes became crazy, and she raised the scissors and rushed towards Ethan.

"Don't shoot!"

Ethan yelled and dodged sideways.

There was a flash of cold light, and the scissors flew past him. Ethan quickly reached out and grabbed the girl's arm.

"Farke."

His feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

The two people were entangled together, and they never expected that this girl could burst out with such powerful power.

He quickly reacted, firmly steadied his feet, and twisted his arms hard.

"ah!"

The bikini girl screamed and was still struggling desperately. Ethan almost squeezed her palms out of shape, but she still held the scissors tightly and refused to let go.

This crazy scene scared several patrol officers nearby.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

Something extraordinary must have happened to this girl to allow her to ignore the pain and burst out with tremendous strength.

Ethan was afraid that her hand would be broken, so he quickly raised his head:

"Waterfa!!!"

Burgess and Atwater finally came to their senses and rushed forward quickly to help control the struggling girl.

The handcuffs were locked, and Burgess and the others pinned the girl firmly into the snow.

"call the ambulance!"

Ethan patted Atwater on the shoulder and saw the blood stains on his clothes, and his good mood in the morning was gone.

He took out his police badge from his trouser pocket and hung it on his belt, and walked towards the two patrol officers angrily: "You two idiots, where are your brains from? Which branch are you from?"

Tony knew he was in trouble, so he put the Glock away and apologized quickly:

"I'm sorry, Detective."

His female partner was scolded like this and she scratched her head and said:

"What's your attitude?"

"We don't know that you are a police officer. You are just following the procedures. What's wrong with that?"

"If you are mentally ill, go to the hospital. I'll talk to you about things, and you talk to me about your attitude." Ethan walked up to the policewoman and gritted his teeth and said:

"Did I point my gun at you two? Did I tell you the police siren?"

He stretched out his finger and poked the walkie-talkie on the policewoman's shoulder vigorously: "Is the walkie-talkie a decoration?"

"If you're not sure, can you ask the front desk?"

The policewoman was so scolded by him that she could not say anything and could only hold on to her duty belt tightly.

"Detective."

Burgess left Atwater to hold the girl down while he walked over.