My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

He took a sip of red wine and put down the glass.

Looking at the ketchup on the plate, Ethan smiled and said, "It seems that your mental quality has improved quite a bit."

"why would you say so?"

Burgess stirred the pasta with his fork and looked over curiously.

"A few months ago." Ethan also stirred with her and shrugged: "I don't think you can eat these things."

Inside the dinner plate, there were red, white, and a lot of minced meat.

It looked like the one who had been blown up, especially tonight when someone else was shot at close range in front of Burgess.

After being reminded by Ethan, she also reacted.

The stirring action couldn't help but slow down a bit.

"Feel sorry."

Seeing this, Ethan quickly said: “I didn’t mention it on purpose.”

"It doesn't matter." Burgess smiled and said with emotion: "I am also surprised that I have adapted. Who would have thought that at this time last year, I was still a flight attendant."

"Thank you so much for tonight, if not you."

"Don't say that."

Ethan stuffed the spaghetti into his mouth and said vaguely: "Even if I'm not here, Irene will kill him, and you will be fine."

"Um."

Burgess nodded: "But it was you who saved me after all, wasn't it?"

"How many times has this happened?"

Who would count those things? Ethan shook his head and pointed to her plate.

Burgess understood, and the two quietly ate their midnight snack again.

In her small apartment, there were only bursts of squeaking sounds.

After a few minutes, the plates were cleared and Ethan leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

Burgess stood up and took the plate back to the kitchen, then walked back quickly and sat down, looking at Ethan with bright eyes: "Tell me, what brought you here?"

"You're not in the right mood."

Ethan took a sip of red wine and continued: "Want to chat?"

"Do you mean?"

Burgess blinked rapidly, looking confused.

"You are a good policeman." Ethan shook the red wine glass and said softly: "You are also an excellent policeman. No one will doubt your ability."

"Given the chance, Hank will definitely choose you."

"But he didn't choose last time, right?" Burgess pursed his lips and said what he was thinking:

"Judging from the current situation, your comfort is not valid."

"You're just a little bit unlucky." Ethan stretched out two fingers and pinched a gap: "It has nothing to do with you, it's just because of Sumner."

"For some reasons that I can't tell you clearly, Hank hesitated."

"If it weren't for this, I believe you would be fine."

In fact, it has nothing to do with Sumner, and Hank is not the kind of person to reject a female police officer just because a female employee made a mistake.

Now Burgess just needed a reason, but there was no way Hank was going to explain it to her.

Ethan could just make up one for her to make her feel better.

After hearing these words, Burgess sighed and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Like I just said."

Ethan continued to pour her red wine: "No one will question your ability."

The wine was tumbling and swirling in the cup, and his voice continued: "You just need to be your original self, no need to work too hard."

"Tonight, some of what your partner said actually makes sense."

"If you work too hard, your decision will become radical."

After adding some more wine to himself, Ethan put the bottle down, looked at Burgess and said, "In our line of work, radical choices sometimes lead to consequences. I think you should be very clear."

"Not to mention major issues, will your partner spend more time on you when he goes on a mission with you?"

Burgess bit his lip, then picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.

Okay, Ethan continued to pour her wine.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being in the patrol team." He said with a smile: "You performed very well today and provided us with a lot of help."

"I know." Burgess exhaled the smell of alcohol and his face became even more rosy:

"Don't worry, I won't think about this again."

"No matter what, there will always be opportunities in the future."

She stared at the wine glass, then took it up and drank it in one gulp, leaving not a drop left.

Putting down the goblet, Burgess' breathing became rapid: "Is this what you came here to tell me today?"

"Yeah~"

Ethan nodded, a little confused.

The next moment, his eyes followed Burgess's body upwards, watching her movements in surprise.

The other party stood up, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt with both hands, and pulled it casually.

The skin is delicate and as moist as jade.

"If you say so." Burgess crumpled the red T-shirt into a ball and threw it to Ethan. She shook her hair back, put one hand on her waist and said, "I don't want to listen to you anymore at this time. You how do you feel?"

It was obvious that she was very excited.

Her sexy belly and chest rose and fell rapidly.

As expected of someone who has been a flight attendant, she manages her figure very well and can look very seductive in just a random pose.

Ethan caught the T-shirt, put it to his nose, took a deep breath, and drank all his red wine.

He showed his white teeth and stood up slowly, his eyes red:

"This time, there's no car for you to escape."

"Hahaha, don't worry." Burgess rushed over quickly and said happily: "That kind of thing only happens once."

The sofa collapsed and the wine bottle was knocked over.

A small bottle of red wine poured out, dyeing the carpet a bright red.

A few minutes later, his bare feet stepped on the soaked carpet and he staggered to the other side. The red wine left two messy footprints on the floor.

The curtains shook, and the messy clothes on the bed were heavily squashed.

"Jesus."

Burgess breathed a long sigh of relief and flopped down on the mattress, his brown hair falling down.

The back was covered with glistening sweat.

"Boom."

Ethan jumped lightly, landed firmly on the floor with his feet, and strode towards the kitchen: "Do you have any beer here?"

"some."

Burgess' voice was hoarse and he said weakly: "Get me a bottle too, thank you."

"Bang~"

The lid of the beer was lifted, and a plume of white smoke came out.

Looking at the bright night scene outside the window, Ethan blew out a bottle of Carlsberg in one breath and let out a hearty burp. He sighed and looked at his hand. The cold glass bottle was exposed to the heating, and a layer of water dropped out. The amount of water is very abundant.

The mouth of the bottle is also very small, and when you lift the lid of the beer, it is very tight.

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Burgess shouted, very languidly: "I'm thirsty."

"right away."

Ethan came back to his senses, grabbed two bottles of Carlsberg with one hand, and walked back with a relaxed pace.

The cold wind howls outside, but the warmth inside the house is like spring.

After Ethan's tireless efforts to enlighten him, Burgess finally let go of his worries and returned to his original full of energy.

It's just that at this time, her energy is slightly lacking.

Raising her arm to take the Carlsberg, she greedily drank the cold beer. After a while, she finally regained her composure.

"Can you promise me something?"

Burgess rolled over and danced his fingers over his abs.

"Of course, no problem." Ethan took a sip of beer. At this time, even if it was a big deal, he would agree to it before talking about it.

"While we were at the police station."

Burgess said seriously: "Can it still be the same as before?"

"How should I put it, I don't want others to know."

"Policewomen have to work harder, and you are such a person. I don't want others to misunderstand that I rely on you to survive in the police station."

sensible.

Too sensible.

Ethan had no reason to refuse this request.

"That's right."

He frowned and said tangledly: "It's not impossible, but you have to bring something in exchange."

"No way."

Burgess raised his eyes, widened his eyes, and said in horror: "You are coming again."

"No, no."

She quickly crawled to the side: "I want to rest, at least half an hour."

"Snapped."

A big hand firmly grasped her smooth ankle.

Inside the small apartment, a soft cry sounded.

The next day, Ethan came to the police station feeling relaxed.

"Good morning."

He greeted Pratt cheerfully and hurried upstairs.

Before Pratt could react, his figure disappeared behind the iron gate, and the former could only wave his hand unconsciously.

Another minute passed, and there was a clatter on the stairs.

"Good morning."

Burgess scampered up to the reception hall. She nodded to Pratt and walked towards the patrol preparation area with her ponytail swaying.

"good."

Platt twitched the corners of his mouth and replied.

She lowered her head and continued writing and drawing on the document with her pencil.

"Snapped."

There was a small sound, and the tip of the pencil was overwhelmed and broke on the white paper.

Platt suddenly raised his head, first looked at the direction Burgess left, then turned his head to look at the stairs going up, with a gleam in his eyes.

The corners of her mouth turned up, getting wider and wider:

"Enlighten me, enlighten me!"

Cursing lightly, she happily sat down and sharpened her pencil slowly.

After the busyness, there is silence.

Ethan wrote the report slowly, yawning from time to time.

"damn it."

Rusek came up with two trays of coffee and shouted excitedly:

"Guess what I just saw?"

"A group of aliens dancing on the street?" Ethan took the coffee and replied casually.

"Haha." Rusek said with a smile:

"Guess again?"

"A group of aliens dancing in the sky?" Ethan said in a good mood.

"Ferrari."

Rusek didn't dare to let Ethan guess anymore. Aliens would come to dance in Lake Michigan later. He handed out the cups of coffee in his hand and said excitedly: "That's a damn Ferrari transporter."

When it comes to luxury cars, few people don't like them, especially cars of Ferrari's caliber.

"Yeah?"

Eileen also became interested: "Which model is it?"

"How did I know." Rusek high-fived Atwater and exclaimed: "It would be great if one day I could own a Ferrari."

"Go and rent it." Ethan took a sip of coffee and put the cup down: "It's not bad to own it for a day."

"How do you like it?"

Rusek's eyes lit up: "How about you buy one, and we can follow suit."

"That's right." Erin crumpled up a ball of paper and threw it towards Ethan: "You can barely be considered a multi-millionaire. You drive a business car all day long, or you drive a broken Dodge Challenger."

"Why don't you buy a sports car and give it to us to play with."

"Here, let's play with this."

Ethan raised his middle finger and gestured around the room.

Everyone laughed for a while and then became quiet again.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated with an unknown call.

"Hello." Ethan picked up the phone doubtfully: "This is Ethan Morgan."

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan." A very warm greeting came from the opposite side: "This is the Ferrari staff, your car."

"Dududu."

He hung up the phone casually and threw the phone aside. He was so daring that he was trying to cheat.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated again, it was the same number as before.

"I'm a fucking police detective. If you harass me again, I'll take care of you." Ethan pressed the answer button impatiently.

After cursing, he hung up.

"Wait a minute, you misunderstood." The other side yelled hurriedly: "Mr. Morgan, we are downstairs in the 21st Precinct."

"We are not liars. The vehicle you ordered has arrived. Please come down and sign for it."

"Wait a minute." Ethan looked at Rusek, frowned and asked, "What company are you in? Tell me again?"

"Ferrari, sir."

The person on the other side was not impatient at all and continued to explain.

Hang up, block, all at once.

He leaned forward and slapped Rusek on the head: "You are so brave, how dare you make such a joke with me."

The guy on the front foot said he saw Ferrari, and then he got a call from Ferrari on the back foot.

It wasn't him who was doing the trick, even Ethan didn't believe it.

"Ahem."

Rusek was drinking coffee when he was slapped on the back of the head, causing him to cough rapidly.

"Waterfa?"

He turned around and spread his hands in grievance: "Why do you want to hit me?"

"Don't make such a joke." Ethan glared at him and rolled up another case file, pretending to fight.

"Buzz~"

The phone vibrated again at this time, this time with another number.

"Did you let your friends prank me?"

Ethan picked up the phone and called it to Rusek.

"Please." Rusek said depressedly, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Just then, the phone hung up.

The two of them stared at each other, a little confused.

"Ethan."

At the bottom of the stairs, Pratt shouted: "You have something that needs to be signed for."

Ethan was confused and immediately walked downstairs.

And Rusek couldn't bear the beating in vain, so he quickly got up and followed.

Arriving at the reception hall, a white man wearing a peaked cap stood in the middle. In the middle of the blood-red hat was a yellow shield, with a black horse leaping in the middle.

"Mr. Morgan."

The man looked at the tablet in his hand and walked over quickly: "I have goods here and I need you to sign for them."

He looked at Ethan and said extremely seriously:

"Just out there, I'm not a liar."

Looking at the hat on this man's head and the uniform on his body, Ethan and Rusek looked at each other.

Ethan grabbed the tablet from the man's hand, and it did have his name and even a profile picture on it.

There is only one person who can do this kind of thing and still get his own photo.

"damn it."

He smiled and shook his head, returned the tablet to the staff member, and walked outside.

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