My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 145 The Highway
In the morning, Ethan was frying eggs in the kitchen when the monitor above his head rang.

He looked up, and on the screen, a Chevrolet SUV was parked outside the iron gate.

Dahlia leaned out the car window and waved at the camera.

Ethan pressed the switch, and the iron door slowly opened.

After disposing of the things in his hands, he took out a piece of kitchen paper to wipe the stove, and then walked outside the house.

As soon as he walked out the door, the Chevrolet SUV pulled up in front of the porch with a puff of smoke.

On the roof of the car, various camping supplies are bundled, and a lot of things are also placed in the back seat of the car.

Dahlia opened the car door and jumped out. She was wearing army green trousers, a small vest, and a peaked cap, full of youthful vigor.

"Welcome, breakfast is ready."

Ethan walked up to her and gave her a hug before inviting Dahlia into the house.

Dalia looked at the furnishings in the house curiously, walked to the dining table, sat down and asked:
"Have you packed your things?"

Ethan came over with a large plate of fried poached eggs and sliced ​​bread, and put the food in his hand on the dining table.

He took down the tableware from the cabinet again, and kicked the backpack on the ground by the way.

"Everything is ready."

In the backpack, in addition to a change of clothes, there are all kinds of drinks.

In Ethan's view, the two-day excursion was just drinking and having sex in the forest.

"That's fine, thank you."

Dalia thanked Ethan and took the tableware from him.

Seeing Ethan eating the egg with big mouthfuls, Dalia raised the corner of her mouth and asked with a little deep meaning:

"Is this how you supplement your protein?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows, stared at her mouth, and said calmly: "That's right, it's different from the way you supplement protein."

When Dahlia heard this, her legs tightened.

With spring in the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Ethan.

The knife cut across the egg, and the uncoagulated egg liquid flowed out, soaking the egg white.

She picked up the plate and sucked the slippery egg whites into her mouth.

Ethan grabbed the bread and took a bite, "Are you sure you want to provoke me?"

Dalia thought of how limp she was all over last night, shook her head quickly, and ate breakfast obediently.

After cleaning up the food on the dining table, Ethan cleaned the tableware and picked up the backpack on the ground.

He looked at the Glock 17 on the table and hesitated.

Dalia pushed Ethan out, said with a smile:

"Please, we are just going camping, do you think we will encounter any danger?"

Ethan thought about it too, locked the Glock 17 into the gun case, and walked out of the house with Dahlia.

With a bang, the door closed.

The sound of the car started, and the Chevrolet SUV raised a puff of smoke and drove forward.

On the expressway, the vehicle has been driving for more than an hour.

Ethan sat in the co-pilot doing nothing, drowsy from the morning sun.

He spoke to Dahlia, then turned the radio on to a country music channel, reclined his chair and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Ethan felt someone slapping his arm.

He sat up straight sleepily, and asked casually:

"Are we there yet?"

"Not yet, there is a traffic jam ahead." Dahlia said helplessly.

"Traffic jam?" Ethan didn't react for a moment, he had never encountered a traffic jam here.

Dahlia handed him a bottle of mineral water, and Ethan adjusted the seat, twisting the bottle cap and looking forward.

They are now on a high-speed bridge with a long queue of vehicles ahead.

Ethan rolled down the car window and lit two cigarettes.

"How long has it been stuffed?"

"We just got here."

Dahlia took a cigarette, and when she saw that nothing was moving in front of her, she simply turned off the cigarette and pulled on the handbrake.

The two picked up the map and studied it, and found that if they followed the highway, they were still an hour and a half away from their destination by car.

In this situation, there is no other way but to wait.

Ethan waited impatiently for half an hour, when the familiar siren sounded from behind.

He turned his head and saw two police cars and an ambulance roaring past in the opposite direction from the side lane.

He glanced at his watch "I'll go and see what's going on."

Dalia was resting with her eyes closed, and she waved her hand casually.

Ethan opened the car door and walked several hundred meters forward, the car queue in the distance couldn't be seen at a glance.

At this time, he saw the driver wearing a peaked cap talking on the walkie-talkie in the cab of the large truck next to him.

Ethan had an idea, these drivers who often travel long distances will often communicate with each other about the situation on the road, maybe they will know something.

He slammed on the car door and took a few steps back.

Soon, the window glass of the big truck came down, and the driver with a beard and a blue peaked cap stuck his head out and said vigilantly:

"Is there anything you need?"

"Sorry, I just saw you talking to someone else, do you know what happened earlier?"

Ethan smiled and opened his hands, expressing that he had no malice.

The driver looked at Ethan with cloudy eyes, and when he saw that he was dressed neatly, he let down his vigilance.

"A friend of mine is in front, about five miles away from us."

"A vehicle transporting dangerous goods overturned, and the chemicals inside leaked and flowed everywhere."

Ethan frowned and looked ahead, then turned around and continued to ask:

"Does your friend know how long it takes to clean up?"

The peaked cap driver shrugged, "Who knows, at least a few hours, and you know how efficient those people are."

"Are you in a hurry?"

Ethan shook his head, "It's okay, but I don't know how long it will take."

The driver raised his hand, pointed to the outside of the expressway, pouted and said:
"I saw a dirt road next to it, but unfortunately my car couldn't go on it."

"I suggest you give it a try, it's better than waiting here for hours."

"Thank you, your stickers are very nice."

Ethan pulled out a cigarette, handed one to the eager cap driver, and pointed to the stripper sticker on his door.

"Of course, no matter how fucked up life is, strippers will always be the motivation to keep us going."

The driver in the cap took the cigarette and yawned.

Ethan lit a cigarette, walked back with a smile.

He told Dahlia the news he found out, and after discussing it together, the two decided to take a detour.

There are only two days to play in total, and you can't waste time on highway traffic jams.

Dalia turned the steering wheel, and the car quickly ran over the double yellow lines and turned back.

After driving back for a few minutes, a fork appeared on the side of the road.

There was a sound of tires rubbing against the concrete ground, and the Chevrolet SUV drove into the dirt road next to the highway.

It is said to be a dirt road, but in fact this road is not too small, and there is no problem at all for two cars to pass side by side.

After they had driven along the road for half an hour, the trees on the side of the road became thicker.

(End of this chapter)