My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 1299 Unforgettable Memory

The person in the mirror has put on a layer of foundation.

His face looked very pale.

There was also some eye shadow on the eye bags, which looked like dark circles. Anyone would think that this person was in a very bad state.

It gives people a feeling of tiredness and exhausted energy.

"Thank you."

The person in the mirror nodded with satisfaction. Ethan looked at the makeup artist and thanked him repeatedly: "Sorry to trouble you, this matter is actually a bit embarrassing. I didn't mean to deceive anyone!"

"Hey."

The female makeup artist spread her hands and hurriedly comforted: "Why do you want to say such things? The shot on your shoulder can't be fake, can it?"

"This is not a show."

"But tell your voters what terrible things you have experienced."

After looking at this handsome face, she looked at the bandaged arm with distress: "I don't know why those people did such a hateful act. This just proves that you are right."

"My vote will go to you, too."

As he spoke, his fingers couldn’t help but touch Ethan’s face.

"cough."

Siobhan coughed lightly beside him.

"Walter?" The makeup artist's face was slightly red, and he retracted his fingers as if he were being electrocuted: "I'm just checking to see if there is anything inappropriate in the makeup."

"It's already a good fit."

Ethan stood up with a smile and opened one arm: "Thank you very much for your support. Your vote is very important to me."

Hug the surprise makeup artist tightly.

The arm hanging in front of him suddenly fell into softness.

He admired the beauty of the Creator.

Some people really hide their secrets! ! !

He raised his eyebrows at Siobhan, who curled his lips, and then let go of the female makeup artist.

"It's almost time."

Jenny on the side let go of the walkie-talkie and adjusted the bandages on his body: "Go, that's your stage, release your charm like just now."

The female assistant would not take this kind of thing to heart.

Listening to the increasingly noisy sounds outside, Ethan took a few deep breaths.

Even though I have been talking about it for more than ten days.

But this was the first time he faced so many of his supporters, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Seeing this, Siobhan, Jenny, and the staff of the campaign office all reached out to him.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped the palms hard: "Come on!"

"come on!"

Arms waved down one by one, and cheers sounded loudly.

After what happened last night, even though the people in the campaign office were in panic, they did not back down, and everyone was present at such an important moment.

Under the leadership of Jenny, Ethan strode out.

The sound of music interrupts at the right time.

When he came to the curtain, he stopped.

The female assistant did not slow down at all. She strode onto the podium and went straight to the microphone: "Everyone, let's welcome Ethan Morgan."

The voice from the microphone echoed in the stadium.

The applause, so enthusiastic that it seemed to explode, sounded like a violent storm.

Sharp whistles were heard all the time.

Ethan tightened his cheeks, walked out from behind the curtain with steady steps, and walked up the steps to the small podium, which was only half a meter high.

In the middle of the red carpet, Jenny clapped her hands and stepped aside.

Ethan didn't stop until he came to the stand microphone.

There was no smile or wave, he just stood there, his waist straight.

He looked around at everyone present.

Everyone standing inside felt like they were being watched by him.

The gymnasium of the University of Nottingham was packed to the rafters.

It is rare to see such a density of people gathering here. Today is considered a grand event in Banshee Town. There were at least a thousand people in the middle, side and opposite stands.

This is an extremely terrifying level of support for the small town.

These people can also radiate to their families and friends. Ethan can influence more than just these nearly a thousand people.

Brock stood in the corner, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Emmett, Bunker and the others also separated one by one and scattered in various corners of the gymnasium, carefully guarding against any accidents. There were also many people from the Chino Police Department wearing khaki uniforms. His eyes continued to move.

The farmers who arrived last night also came to the scene, wearing exaggerated red rescue gloves and waving them at themselves.

The women and children next to them were obviously their family members.

When Ethan looked at his supporters, the people below also looked at him.

On the podium, a boy in his twenties with a determined expression stood in front of them wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved sweater. His face looked very haggard.

Despite knowing that the other party had been shot.

But when they saw the hanging left arm and the blood stains on it, many people still covered their mouths in shock.

This scene is extremely impactful.

Ten seconds passed, and Ethan didn't say anything, just looked at the people below quietly.

The scene was a little noisy.

A minute passed, and his figure did not move at all.

There was total silence.

In the second minute, Ethan's eyes drifted away, watching the snowflakes falling outside the narrow window above the gymnasium.

Silence is a force.

Silence is also the loudest voice.

This kind of collective silence can create amazing oppression, and everyone's attention will be focused on the most visible person.

Jenny’s forehead was already sweating.

She even wondered if this damn guy had forgotten his words.

After two minutes of silence, the scene was so depressing that people couldn't help but slow down their breathing, and their body language became a little uneasy.

"I prepared a speech."

Ethan slowly reached into his pocket, took out the paper, opened it with one hand, and showed it in front of everyone: "I'm not lying to you, I'm really prepared."

He finally spoke to make the atmosphere lighter.

His words also triggered a few chuckles.

"And I memorized it very clearly, but I'm not going to say that anymore." Ethan shrugged and threw away the speech.

This action made Jenny anxious.

But she couldn't rush forward to stop the other party's reckless behavior at this time.

Even though politicians are always eloquent, they rarely give truly unscripted speeches. In public, every word must be carefully considered.

It's just that Ethan doesn't care about that.

"it's here."

He tapped the microphone with his finger and said in a deep voice: "I just want to say something from my heart."

"Banshee Town Gym."

Looking around, he smiled slightly: "This place has left an unforgettable memory for me. Maybe some of you still remember that a hostage situation occurred here a few years ago."

"My campaign aide at the time, Mrs. Jenny Kendall, was also unfortunately kidnapped by robbers."

When he said this, many people in the crowd nodded.

They were the family members at that time.

Jenny also remembered the scene at that time, and looked at the man with his back to her with complicated eyes. It was the man who rescued her from that terrible predicament.

"We wait."

"We communicate."

Ethan said with a stern face: "We, the Banshee Town Police Department, tried every means to cool down the situation and let them release the hostages and not harm our families."

"does not work!"

Shaking his head slowly, he looked at the audience who had aroused his interest: "It doesn't work at all. Some people just want to carry out their evil deeds to the end."

“That’s when I started to change my thinking.”

"Communicate with the two robbers in another way."

"Snapped."

Ethan took his right hand back and slapped it hard on his waist.

Even though there was nothing there, this action was familiar to all Americans. The police would assume this posture before drawing their guns.

"Hahaha."

The entire gymnasium burst into laughter.

Noticing the eyes falling on him, Brock shrugged and put his hand on the handle of the gun.

This move made the laughter even louder.

However, this burst of knowing laughter soon stopped. Everyone looked at the guy standing on the microphone attentively, looking forward to the next words.

(End of this chapter)