My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The night we arrived in New York passed extremely long.

Overnight.

Not only will the HR organization be destroyed.

The big boss behind the scenes was also killed by Ethan himself, completely eliminating the hidden dangers of his taking over the land and the life threats to Rebecca and others. The harvest was huge, which cannot be compared with those few gems.

The weekend that followed passed extremely briefly.

After deep cleaning the two SUVs and returning them to Phillips, he made some insinuations about recent events in New York City.

No news.

Even the disappearance of the senator may not have been discovered yet.

Nothing happens and everything is light.

After the trouble was completely solved, Ethan would either drive the Dodge Challenger and Xiao around for fun, or go to the bar with Jabber and Johnny to sweat, and wantonly enjoy the urban hustle and bustle that was not available in Banshee Town.

Of course, there are busy times.

Because Reese was injured and needed to recuperate, Harold was short-handed.

He also started a part-time job, using the big data system called the machine to solve several premeditated murders with Xiao, and finally regained some of the happiness he had as a law enforcement officer.

The weekend ended in a hurry.

Although he was a little reluctant to leave, he drove back to the town alone to end this short journey.

Banshee Town.

The storm of the Aryan Brotherhood's defeat gradually subsided, and the town returned to its former peace.

Of course, there is also a hint of restlessness.

The lack of activity in strip clubs has caused a lot of complaints. Many LSPs have said that appropriate spiritual entertainment activities are still essential, and you cannot always drive to other places for consumption.

The cost is high and the experience is poor!

"I'm telling you the truth."

"That woman last night is definitely a fake."

"And I just don't understand if it's that hard to find a better plastic surgeon. I swear to God, it's not like they can't make money."

"Damn it, do you know how hard it is? Did you see my face, it was swollen!!!"

Complaints kept coming from behind.

Ethan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and almost spit out the orange juice in his mouth.

With a weird expression on his face, he grabbed the last piece of sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. His words were a bit vulgar, but he was right. He didn't like hard fakes when he went to strip clubs.

Now that all hidden dangers have been removed, some areas are now operational.

Now that he has become the mayor of this town, isn't it his job to increase tax revenue, create more jobs, and provide a variety of entertainment activities for the people under his rule?

Take the last sip of orange juice.

He pressed down the twenty dollars and stood up, looking at the people sitting behind him with a smile.

"Mayor."

"Mayor Morgan!"

The greetings sounded one after another, and the few people nodded awkwardly one after another.

By coincidence, these guys were acquaintances, they were all farmers in the town. At that time, they were driving tractors to participate in the rally, creating a huge momentum for themselves.

"Mr. John."

Ethan shook hands with one of the familiar guys, winked and said, "I'll tell you a little secret. Actually, I don't like fakes either. That's simply deceiving consumers."

Several people at the table were stunned.

immediately.

The hall burst into laughter.

As if they had found a confidant, several farmers gave high-fives and fist bumps to the mayor, and the air was filled with joy.

People like them don't need high-ranking bureaucrats.

Just this simple sentence can boost their support.

After saying goodbye to the laughing people, Ethan quickly walked out of the restaurant, drove his Dodge Challenger to the town hall, and arrived outside his office at the last minute of work time.

The female assistant arrived early.

Jenny was not surprised by his behavior of stepping to work. She waved her hand casually and continued to flip through gossip magazines.

If you can go to work on time, you are dedicated to your job.

After all, this guy is the biggest guy in Banshee Town right now. He can find any excuse to fish and swim, and no one can control him.

"Um?"

As a small blood-red stone was placed on the magazine, Jenny's attention was instantly diverted from the gossip news, and she immersed herself in it and couldn't get it out.

"I brought you a small gift."

Sitting down on the armrest, Ethan put his arm around the female assistant's shoulders: "This is a Sri Lankan ruby."

"necklace."

His fingers gently slid on the young woman's neck.

"ring."

Then wander to the collarbone.

"A bracelet or an anklet." He unbuttoned the white shirt and slid it in. His voice was unhurried: "As long as you like, you can turn it into anything you want."

To put it bluntly, Ethan is lazy.

But laziness comes to pass, and his rhetoric is obviously very effective.

Jenny was as dizzy as if she had drunk a bottle of red wine. She was a little rich woman herself.

Of course you know how valuable a ruby ​​of this size is.

She didn't expect that the other party would prepare such an expensive gift for her, and those words made her dizzy, so she hugged Ethan with her backhand.

Regardless of whether anyone would come over, he responded fiercely.

After spending two passionate hours in the office, the Mayor drove to the Banshee Police Station.

As for the various chores around town.

The female assistant, who has been greatly satisfied mentally, materially and physically, trembled her legs to express that she was round and could go wherever she liked.

Absolutely no objection.

When they arrived at the police station, Siobhan had already gone out on patrol.

But it doesn't matter. In Ethan's gift distribution plan, the female town police officer was the first one to receive it. She was so excited that she spent most of the night holding a pink diamond.

The mayor's waist almost couldn't bear it.

"Shhhh~"

Putting both fingers in his mouth, the sharp whistle sounded throughout the lobby of the police station.

This movement made Bunker, who was writing a report, quickly raise his head. The new patrolman next to him also stood up in fright. When they saw the person striding into the police station, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The sharp sound also caused Brock's head to appear on the glass window on the second floor.

"Come down quickly."

Ethan waved to him, then walked to the coffee machine next to him and filled himself with a large cup to replenish energy.

When you come to this place, it feels like home.

There's nothing to be polite about.

The door closed, and the Sheriff, with his beer belly bulging out, held on to his duty belt and hurriedly ran down the stairs: "Good morning, Mayor Morgan. Is there anything I can help you with?"

After all, there are strangers here.

When it's time to pretend, you also need to be polite.

"Chief Lotus."

After shaking hands with Brock, Ethan shook his head and patted his belly: "This is a reminder from a friend. You should lose weight. It's not good for your health. Eat less donuts."

"That's what helps me the most."

"cough!"

The Sheriff looked a little embarrassed and quickly shrank his stomach.

"Let's go."

Ethan waved to Bunker, who was already sitting down, and said, "Stop sitting, come with me and lie down."

"Mayor Morgan"

The latter stood up nervously and quickly grabbed the gun on the table: "Where are we going?"

This guy has developed a conditioned response.

If the other party calls you, pick up the gun as soon as possible before talking.

"take it easy."

Ethan happily hugged the confused Brock and pushed and dragged him outside the police station: "This is a great thing, we are just going to get our things back!"

Although I don't know what it is.

But as before, there's nothing to hesitate about.

The steps paused slightly.

Bunker stuffed the Glock into his holster and followed the two men in front of him quickly out of the police station. (End of chapter)