My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A few days later, the lake rippled.

Ethan swam to the edge of the small pier, pushed hard with his hands, and jumped out of the lake with splashes of water.

The night wind blew, giving rise to goosebumps, and Ethan quickly picked up the towel thrown on the small dock to dry the water droplets on his body.

With the last bit of light before night fell, he changed his clothes and drove towards Davis Bar.

After a period of treatment, Candy has been discharged from the hospital, and Davis Bar has begun normal business.

Brock also started working normally, and Ethan got a rare break.

It would be more comfortable if there was no FBI agent Dean Xavier watching their work all day and night.

As soon as I arrived at the bar, I saw several drunken men laughing and gathering around a motorcycle, constantly making fun of the long-haired black-haired female knight sitting on the car.

This kind of farce happens every now and then outside the bar, and Ethan is already used to it.

He parked the car, held up his pistol, and was about to stop him.

The next moment, the female rider picked up the helmet she was holding in her arms and slammed it forward quickly. The man standing in front of the motorcycle suddenly had a nosebleed, screamed in pain, and fell to the ground.

Then she quickly bent down to dodge the hand grabbing her, turned over and got out of the car, and knocked the remaining two people over with a clean movement.

The guy with the nosebleed stood up angrily, put his hand on his lower back, and a dagger appeared in his hand.

"Fayou, female cousin."

The female knight quickly put her helmet in front of her body and was about to bend down to feel inside her boots.

"Hey, are you sure you want to do this?"

Seeing that the situation was about to escalate, Ethan took out his police badge and walked over quickly.

"Fake, note."

Seeing the police badge on Ethan's body, the man in front covered his nose and cursed secretly, and the female rider also stopped what she was doing.

"Do you have any opinion?"

Ethan held his waist with one hand, tapped the gun body with his fingers, and asked him casually.

"No, I'm very sorry. We were just joking, right?" He quickly covered his nose and shook his head, then looked at the female rider.

The female rider sneered and put her helmet down.

After seeing the female rider put down her helmet, he quickly picked up his accomplice.

"Officer, we're leaving now."

"Wait a minute, keep the dagger."

After they left in a hurry, Ethan stepped forward to pick up the dagger dropped on the ground. The man just discarded the dagger with a look of reluctance, it should be a good thing.

The blade looks extremely sharp, and the handle is wrapped with green rope.

"Advanced D9, this knife is good. I guess that drunkard regrets it very much now."

A cold voice sounded. Ethan stood up with a knife and looked back. A female knight with slender legs and a tall body was sitting astride the motorcycle and smiled at him. Her eyes were unusually bright.

The female rider put away her smile, tilted her head back, shook her long black hair that had become messy due to the fight, and exposed her white neck on top of the black leather jacket.

Ethan was just about to say hello to her, but the female rider put on her helmet, nodded to him, started the motorcycle, and drove away.

“It’s so sexy”

Ethan already recognized who this girl was. After thinking about it for a moment, he saw no one was around, so he threw the knife in his hand into the space and walked into the bar.

After a period of closure, Davis Bar is back to its former self.

Lonely people seek the anesthesia of alcohol here, and lonely people seek a night of comfort here.

After taking a few sips from the wine glass handed to him by Candy, Jabo appeared out of nowhere and sat next to him.

"We're in trouble."

"What day will we have without trouble?" Ethan circled the rim of the cup with his finger.

"This time the trouble is more troublesome."

After Jiabo said something convoluted, he threw away the small umbrella on the wine glass with a look of disgust, raised his middle finger to the candy, and drank the wine in one gulp with his orchid fingers.

Candy came over and said, "What happened again?"

"It's all a good thing you and Hood did. Why don't you keep your hands and feet clean?"

After Jabber spit out the breath of alcohol, he looked at Ethan, "Did you guys dig up a few unknown corpses in the forest on the outskirts of town a few days ago?"

"Yeah, what does it have to do with Hood and Candy?"

Ethan glanced at Candy in confusion. After Candy thought about it for a moment, his expression changed.

"Shet, can it be them?" Candy looked at no one around and shouted in a low voice.

Ethan sighed helplessly, "What's going on? I don't understand what you are talking about at all."

"Hood went to the police station today for something and saw the report record. The bodies you found after receiving the report a few days ago are the bodies of Lucas Hood and Charles Randall who died in the fight here before. and Dermot Munson.”

Jabber glared at Candy, "It was Hood and Candy who buried people there."

"That is to say?"

"Because their hands and feet are not quiet, they don't know how deep to dig the hole, so we need to go to the county bureau's medical examiner's office tonight to steal Lucas Hood's body."

"Although the work efficiency in small places is very slow, Lucas Hood may be found in the autopsy at any time, so we have to take action tonight."

When Jiabo said this, he raised his middle finger to the candy again.

Thinking of the rotting corpses in the pit two days ago, Ethan suddenly felt a pain in his balls and raised his middle finger without hesitation.

Candy smiled and scratched his head, and quickly refilled the two glasses of wine.

When it was late at night, the last customer left Davis Bar.

Ethan followed Jabber and Candy to the back of the bar. There was a black Toyota car parked here that looked only 70% to 80% new.

Jabo threw the key over and said, "This is the car I found today. The license plate numbers are all fake. No problem."

Candy took the key and was about to walk to the driver's seat, but Ethan quickly held him back.

"Let me drive it, I'm more familiar with it."

Candy didn't matter, he put down his hood, opened the door and sat in the back seat.

Driving near the county bureau's forensic office, Ethan found an offset corner to park. At this time, it was quiet outside and there was no one on the street.

I have to say here that most old Americans have a habit, whether it is lights or air conditioners, they often leave them on all night long, not caring whether anyone is using them or not.

But now the light made things easier for them. Ethan knocked on the steering wheel and turned around and asked:

"What's your plan?"

Jabo opened the package at his feet and took out the ID card, hood and a large bag that he had prepared in advance.

"There are no guards in this poor place. I have already taken care of the access control system. All I have to do is go in and find Lucas Hood's body and then fight his way out."

Then Jabo looked at Candy again, "You are here to provide support. Ethan and I will go in. By the way, which body are we going to steal?"

"He had a big hole in his hand."

Candy thought for a moment and stretched out his palm.