My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After more than three hours of flight, the flight from Chicago landed at Austin International Airport.

Austin is the capital of Texas and is located in the central region of the state.

This is the Lone Star State, and the people here are simple.

He also speaks with a very interesting accent, speaking slowly and with a hint of laziness.

It sounds a bit like a big tongue.

Inside the airport, you often see people wearing cowboy hats, which is one of the characteristics of Texas.

Ethan did not leave in a hurry, but sat up outside the waiting area.

Another friend hadn't arrived yet. According to the flight information, he still had to wait for half an hour. Bored, he continued to scroll through his phone.

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and soon the message was received on the phone.

"I'm here, where are you?"

"Exit the station, rest area."

Ethan replied a text message and stood up immediately.

People like him are not particularly outstanding in Texas, where the aesthetics tend to be that of a traditional tough guy.

Hank here is just an old handsome guy.

According to Ethan's estimation, there should be many Texas aunts who like Hank's type.

But a beauty like Blake is the most outstanding no matter where she is.

Especially when she was wearing only a black short T-shirt under her coat, no matter how short it was, her sexy and flat belly was clearly exposed.

The hem of the T-shirt simply cannot fit the body due to its dimensions.

Not only that, but it also swayed with the giant.

Ethan didn't have to search hard, he could easily find Blake just by following the gazes of the men.

Dozens of men's heads were spinning following Blake's footsteps.

This scene is very spectacular.

I'm coming.

The moment Blake saw Ethan, he immediately dropped his suitcase and rushed over quickly.

He jumped hard and jumped onto Ethan.

"Hahaha." Blake hugged Ethan's head, clamped his slender legs tightly around his waist, and shouted excitedly: "Do you miss me?"

Ethan knew this habit of hers and had been prepared for it.

Strong arms stretched out to hold the 173cm tall guy firmly: "Of course, all the time."

"hiss."

There were gasps of air around him, and Ethan felt envious eyes coming from all directions.

"Where shall we go next?"

Putting Blake down, Ethan pinched her face and asked.

On this trip, I only knew that I was accompanying her to receive the inheritance, but I didn't know where it was.

"Let's rent a car first." Blake had an idea. He took his hand and picked up the suitcase, and then walked happily to the car rental point.

It is sometimes difficult to move around without a car in the United States, especially in vast rural areas.

This has also resulted in a very developed car rental service. In most places, you can rent a suitable vehicle very easily and at a low price.

After some selection, Ethan rented a Chevrolet Suburban.

The vehicle is large enough to get used to driving.

The two threw their things into the car, and Ethan set off according to the location information Blake gave him.

This time I went to a place called Travis.

When Blake first got in the car, he kept talking excitedly, sharing his life and asking how Ethan was doing.

It wasn't until the past hour that she fell into a deep sleep.

Ethan drove quietly, taking in the vast landscape of Texas.

After staying in Chicago for a long time, I felt an inexplicable freshness when I saw the large rural areas I had not seen for a long time.

Two hours later, we finally arrived at our destination.

"Welcome to Travis."

Looking at the blue road sign, Ethan stepped on the accelerator, and Saboban roared past.

On both sides of the road, there are farms, dense woods, and small country villas, scattered among the mountains and fields, covered with snow.

After another ten minutes, we arrived at the town.

Probably because there are large areas of flat and open land everywhere, there are very few high-rise buildings in the town, and most of them are one- and two-story bungalows.

The vehicle slowly passed through the town. Based on the previous experience of the town police, Ethan estimated that the permanent population here should be two to three thousand people. How much more is unknown. A two- to three-hour commute is, for an old American, Pretty normal.

Maybe there are many people who just work and live in Austin and come back on weekends.

"Hey, where are we?"

Blake felt the car slow down, rubbed his eyes and stretched.

The sun shone on her belly, giving it a golden glow. Ethan couldn't help but quickly stretched out his hand and rubbed it with a few fingers. The touch was wonderful, smooth and delicate.

"Snapped."

Blake slapped his hand away and blinked: "Is this Travis?"

Her eyes are similar to Taylor's.

Just like clear lake water, exuding a faint blue.

"That's right." Ethan smiled and took his hand back, rubbing his dry belly: "Shall we find a place to eat first?"

"Gudu."

As he spoke, Blake's stomach made a soft sound.

She nodded heavily: "Yes, let's eat first."

It was now past twelve o'clock at noon. After a long journey, not only Ethan but also Blake was very hungry.

When you come to Texas, you can't eat braised chicken.

It is still necessary to have an authentic Texas barbecue.

But where to eat, you have to ask the locals. Ethan turned the steering wheel and stopped directly next to a police car.

Others are afraid of the police, but I am not.

After all, they are colleagues, and under normal circumstances, they are easy to talk to.

"Hey."

There was no one in the police car, and a shout came from the side.

A potbellied town policeman wearing khaki pants and a green uniform walked out of the nearby store, with a golden hexagonal badge hanging on his chest.

The town policeman put his hand on the handle of his gun and asked warily:

"Do you have any questions?"

It is indeed a place with simple folk customs. Just pulling the car next to it can have such a big reaction.

In fact, Ethan can also understand that Sababan, this jet-black big guy parked next to him, still has a certain deterrent effect.

"good afternoon."

He showed the silver five-pointed star he had prepared in his hand: "We are tourists here and want to inquire about something."

"Of course, no problem. Where did you come from?"

When the town police officer saw the badge in his hand, he immediately relaxed and had a smile on his face.

Most people wouldn't dare to mess around with something like this, it would be a serious crime.

"Chicago."

Ethan smiled and shook hands with the bald town policeman: "I'm Morgan, and this is my friend Gaines."

"I just arrived in this town. Are there any good barbecue restaurants here?"