My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

From Chicago to Galena, it’s more than two hundred kilometers.

More than three hours later, Ethan slowly drove into the town.

It is said to be a small town, but it is much larger than Banshee Town. It is almost like a small town.

He planned to walk around the town, rest for a while and then head to the ski resort. He would have plenty of time to do whatever he wanted.

After driving for a few minutes, the style of the town is really good.

Most of the buildings look to be old, and there are rows of antique shops, gift shops, and specialty shops.

Passing a small restaurant, it was full of people.

Through the display window, you can see that the interior is extremely elegantly decorated.

Ethan rubbed his belly and looked for a parking space. He drove to the corner of the street before finding a place to park the Dodge Challenger.

After locking the car, Ethan shook the car keys and walked forward.

"Boom!"

Pushing open the glass door, there was a lively scene in the small restaurant.

Several waitresses wearing white short-sleeved T-shirts and black aprons were busy.

They carried coffee pots and shuttled back and forth between the tables.

Finding an empty seat in the corner and sitting down, Ethan snapped his fingers.

"gentlemen!"

The blonde waitress came over shakily, with a smile on her face: "Can I ask for something?"

This coffee pot is so big, I can give you a little extra tip later.

There was sufficient heating in the room, so Ethan took off his coat:

"Any recommendations? I just arrived in town."

"The coffee, pepperoni pizza and beef burgers are all good." The waiter winked at him:

“Never order a sandwich!”

"Give me a copy of everything you recommend!"

Out of confidence in his appearance, Ethan mainly focuses on being a good person.

"OK, just a second!"

The waiter poured him a cup of coffee and walked to the side while twisting his hips.

It's a pity that I have a lot of freckles.

He still lacked a playmate, Ethan picked up the coffee cup regretfully.

The taste is really good, sweet and mellow.

The food recommended by the waiter is served one after another. It is reasonable for it to be popular. There is nothing wrong with the taste in every aspect.

While he was eating pepperoni pizza, a black man walked by, wearing a leather jacket and quite a bit of personality.

This is not the point worth paying attention to. The point is that he also chose a corner position.

From that corner, you can also look around the entire cafe.

The leather-coated man held up a newspaper and glanced around with his exposed eyes.

The two people's eyes collided, and the black man glared at him, his eyes continuing to wander around.

In tourist towns, such sneaky people can be seen everywhere.

As long as it didn't offend him, he didn't bother to respond.

After finishing the last bite of the burger, he picked up the coffee cup lightly. The brown liquid in it had bottomed out.

"Coffee, please."

Ethan raised the cup and shook it to indicate.

Soon, the waitress just now also walked over unsteadily: "This cup belongs to the store."

She smiled, picked up the cup, and poured the last bit of coffee from the coffee pot into it.

The cup was set down with a small note pressed at the bottom.

"Thanks!"

Ethan smiled, put the note into his pocket, and nodded to the waiter to thank him.

Unexpectedly, I still have time to rely on my face to eat and drink.

"You're welcome."

The waitress turned around and rubbed her butt against his elbow: "Remember to call me!"

So flexible!

This is a plus!

Ethan raised his eyebrows and drank half the cup of coffee into his mouth.

The moment he entered, his eyebrows furrowed.

A faint fishy smell ruined the aroma just now.

The subconscious swallowing movement made Ethan's face look ugly.

A foreign object about the size of a capsule was swallowed by him in one gulp along with the coffee.

"Shet!"

Looking at the cup, there were only some remaining coffee stains inside.

I drank something that I didn't know what it was, which ruined today's beautiful mood.

The main thing is that I don’t know what it is. This is the most disturbing thing.

He stood up and walked to the dining table:

"Hey."

"Hi." The waiter just now smiled when he saw him coming.

"Can I see that coffee pot?"

Ethan frowned and said, "There was a foreign object inside, and I swallowed it."

The waiter's face was stiff and he glanced at the empty glass jug next to him.

Come on, I'm being treated as a freeloader.

Ethan felt uncomfortable all over now. He wanted to go to the toilet and grab his throat, but he also felt nauseous.

After eating unknown objects, I felt even more disgusted.

He settled the bill angrily, put on his coat and walked out of the restaurant, preparing to drive to a remote corner and clasp his throat.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he found that the old black man had already walked out of the restaurant before him.

With his leather coat swinging, Lao Hei hurriedly ran to the other side of the street, and quickly disappeared into a small alley in less than two seconds.

Ethan is in a very bad mood now. If this old black man dares to provoke him, he will blow his head off.

A bus slowly drove up from behind, one person per bus, moving side by side towards the corner of the street.

He patted his chest and exhaled.

In fact, I don't feel anything at all, it's just a mental reaction.

The bus drove away quickly. Through the reflection of the trash can in front, Ethan noticed a green Volvo following him, getting closer and closer.

He could vaguely see a white man sitting in the car, staring at him coldly.

Damn, Ethan’s fingers were trembling slightly.

I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart. I just wanted to go out and have fun.

He only carries a mobile phone and a little change in his pocket. How can he be targeted by these thieving gangs? Do you have any professional skills?

When I got to the trash can, I stopped.

He planned to deal with the stalker and show his anger.

"puff!"

A faint voice sounded, and Ethan's whole body trembled.

Gunshots!

Gunshots with silencers!

He turned around suddenly and saw that the white driver of the green Volvo had fallen to the side, with a few drops of blood splattered on the windshield.

His eyes quickly swept in the opposite direction where the driver was leaning, and there was a flash of light on the roof of the building opposite.

In less than a second, he reacted quickly.

The body rushed forward and quickly huddled behind the large stainless steel trash can.

"puff."

There was another faint gunshot, and a small crater instantly appeared on the red brick wall in front of him.

The distance was far enough that the sound of gunshots did not attract the attention of passers-by.

On the contrary, his unusual behavior made the people next to him shake their heads and stay away from here.

The wheels of the green Volvo slowly touched the shoulder of the road and stopped. I don't know if the driver hit the brakes when he died.

But now is not the time to consider this issue at all.

The second shot just now made him confirm that this was completely aimed at him.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, judging by the angle, the second shot would have definitely hit him in the chest.

GD, Senator's people.

The Mexican separatist cartel was also a gangster in Chicago that he dealt with.

The people he had provoked were spinning rapidly in his mind, and everything was possible.

He reached into his pocket and took out a Glock.

After hiding behind the trash can for a few seconds, nothing unusual happened. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly thought of a way to escape.

On the opposite floor, a rifle with a scope was pointed at him, and Ethan didn't dare to show his head easily.

Just then, the window glass above flashed.

A small figure jumped quickly on the glass.

Reflective!

Ethan looked intently and saw the scene upstairs reflected on the glass.

The gunman just now appeared in the glass, hiding behind the parapet, with only a corner of his head exposed.

The rapidly jumping figure was quickly approaching the gunman.

The light and shadow of the two people overlap.

Ethan quickly shifted his position and stuck his head out from the other side.

His pupils shrank violently, and he held the handle of the gun tightly.

The black man I met in the restaurant just now was standing behind the parapet.

In his hand, he was holding the gunman's head.

With a strong twist of his strong hands, the gunman's head instantly tilted to an exaggerated angle.

The black man also noticed Ethan's gaze.

He looked surprised at first, then laughed playfully.