My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang."

Burgess put the glass down hard.

She breathed out the smell of alcohol and licked her lips, which looked even redder.

"Why don't you drink?"

Burgess was stimulated by alcohol and let go a lot, spreading his hands towards Ethan.

"cheers."

Ethan smiled and drank the whiskey, then picked up a cashew nut from the small basket next to him and threw it into his mouth:

"Come on, tell me all your troubles."

It's not really about getting drunk tonight. At this time, what Burgess needs most is to find someone to talk to.

And it is best to chat with colleagues so that you can better understand her current mental state.

Beating someone to death is no small thing, even though she was doing the right thing.

People with poor psychological quality may never be able to pick up a gun again.

Ethan is quite optimistic about Burgess and doesn't want something like this to happen to her. Of course, the other party is not that fragile.

"I don't know what's going on."

Burgess picked up the beer glass again: "The image of shooting today has been circulating in my mind."

She took a big sip of beer, clasped her hands and said:

"How should I put it? Even if the first shot hit the man's ribs and the direction in which the blood splashed, I can clearly remember it."

"It's actually not a bad thing."

Ethan chewed the cashew nut slowly: "At least you know to hit it more accurately next time."

After making a joke, he smiled and said:

"Don't take this to heart, think about the Rosemont police officer who was killed today."

"You avenged his family."

Rather than saying that she was just doing her job, Ethan felt that it would be more appropriate to give her some realistic encouragement.

He picked up the beer glass and clinked it with her: "The policeman's family will also be very grateful to you."

"maybe."

Burgess's face regained some vitality and gained a little more smile:

"Maybe I want to be a police officer who never fires a shot his entire career, which would be nice too."

"Then you should file a report and apply to be transferred to the North District." Ethan laughed:

"Life in the South District is not suitable for you."

"You can't say that. You haven't worked in the patrol team, so you don't understand." Burgess shook his head:

"There are still many patrol officers who have never fired a gun. I know several of them."

"Isn't your target the intelligence team?" Ethan took a sip of beer.

"Yes, that's right."

Mentioning this, Burgess's eyes immediately filled with light: "You may not think that I am a woman, but I have always longed for that kind of field life."

"To me, that's what police are, the real kind."

"Shh!"

Seeing her excited look, Ethan motioned her to lower her voice: "If others hear what you said, you won't be able to work in the patrol team."

Burgess stuck out his tongue and quickly explained:

"I also like my current job, but that's not my goal."

"In that case, I think today is actually a good thing." Ethan made a shooting gesture:

"In the Intelligence Unit, this kind of thing happens all the time."

"If you can't pass this level, you will be further and further away from your goal."

"I know." Burgess raised his eyebrows and looked over curiously:

"What about you, what's your trick?"

"You've only been here a few months, but your kill count is already among the best in the game. How do you ease this feeling?"

After thinking for a moment, Ethan shrugged and said:

"Maybe you don't believe it, but I'm used to it."

"No matter what happens, you can quickly forget it and never think about it again."

"So you're just hiding your feelings?" Burgess asked, "Old-school tough-guy style?"

"Cowboys in Western movies only sweat and bleed."

"Never shed tears?"

Putting down the empty glass, he waved to the bartender to continue.

He played with the cup, and Burgess still looked at him very seriously.

Helpless, Ethan shook his head:

"I don't know, I just don't think about these things."

"The world is full of filth. I only regard myself as a cleaner, trying to make it as clean as possible."

Burgess tilted his head and looked at him and said softly:

"Then have you ever thought that in the process of cleaning, you will also become unclean."

"Nothing is perfect." Ethan finished with one sentence.

The two chatted slowly like this, and Burgess's mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later, looking at her red cheeks, Ethan stopped drinking.

"Let's go, it's time for you to go back and rest."

Ethan put on his coat: "I don't want to wait until you are caught by the patrol for drunk driving."

"Tell you one of the benefits of being a patrol officer." Burgess stretched and stood up: "I haven't been checked by my own people yet."

Under the white T-shirt, a waist was exposed.

Turning her body, she put on a black coat. The simple black and white combination, but exuding a sense of beauty.

I don’t know what happened, but Burgess changed into a set of clothes of this color tonight.

Seeing Ethan's staring gaze, she felt secretly happy.

"Let's go, Mr. Morgan."

Burgess put his hands in his pockets, raised his head and walked outside, his whole person regaining his energetic appearance.

Passing by Rusek's table, there were a few more people at his small table.

From time to time there was a burst of laughter.

Seeing that they were having fun, Ethan nodded to him and stopped interrupting.

Walk out of the bar and drop people off at the parking lot.

"Dudu."

Pressing the remote control key, Burgess turned around and said, "Thank you, I'm very happy tonight."

The night wind blew by, making her long hair messy.

"You're welcome, drive slowly." Ethan put his hands in his pockets:

"If you have something to do in the future, you might as well talk to me. Don't worry, I'm not a psychiatrist and I don't charge a fee."

Burgess smiled, his lips red and his teeth white.

She looked at the man standing in front of her, feeling flustered, and quickly brushed the hair on her face.

"Sorry." Ethan raised his hand and said:

"It's still a little messy here."

Seeing her fiddling around, Ethan simply took over, brushed his fingertips from Burgess's cheek, and pushed his long brown hair behind his ears.

The two men were close, and Burgess blinked.

She suddenly raised her hands and grabbed Ethan's collar.

Standing on tiptoes, he leaned in with his eyes closed.

Ethan was stunned for a moment, then immediately hugged her waist and responded unceremoniously.

Their lips and teeth met, putting on a good show of chasing each other.

Burgess was breathing rapidly and his head was in confusion. He was led to lean against the car door next to him, and the snow on the roof of the car fell.

"Wait a moment."

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she quickly dodged back.

"What's wrong?" Ethan reluctantly left his beautiful lips: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Burgess shook his head quickly and gasped: "Of course not."

"Sorry." Burgess said in a panic: "You know what my goal is, I know what I want."

"You're a detective and I'm a police officer."

"I don't want others to think that I rely on this woman to get to the top."

"I am so sorry."

She let out a heavy breath and opened the car door.

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan felt a little regretful, but still respected her choice: "Maybe we'll talk about it when we have a chance."

"certainly."

Burgess hurriedly sat in the car and slammed the door.

A few seconds later, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions, so she pressed the button with trembling fingers to start the vehicle.

That moment just now gave her a more violent feeling than the shooting today.

The turn signal flashed, and Ethan took a few steps back:

"Drive slower."

Burgess nodded, quickly shifted into gear, and stepped on the accelerator.

The black Volkswagen left quickly, turned a corner, and disappeared around the corner.

Snowflakes were falling, and the streetlights lengthened Ethan's figure.