My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 18 Banshee Festival

A few days later, Ethan held a coffee cup and looked through the glass to the opposite side of the police station. A banner was hung on the landscape tree.

"The 90th Banshee Festival"

"Siobhan, you are a local, do you have any allusions about this Banshee Festival?"

"It's just a legend, nothing special. A bride of the Chino tribe was killed on her wedding night. Unwilling, she turned into a ghost and kept pestering the white man who killed her."

"And then?" Ethan didn't continue to hear the voice, turned around and asked Siobhan, "Is that all? Then what do you commemorate or celebrate?"

"Then it's time for us to go on patrol." Siobhan patted the watch in his hand. "It's just a commemorative event between the Chino tribe and us. I'll go first, and you should hurry up."

Ethan threw the empty coffee cup into the trash can, picked up his equipment, and drove away from the police station.

When passing by the town, I saw small tents set up on both sides of the usually empty streets, and the townspeople were busy placing various commodities, agricultural products and souvenirs on the shelves.

Ethan smiled, stepped up the accelerator and left. Generally, if there is no special mission, he will drive the police car around the area under his jurisdiction, and when he is tired, he will find an intersection and squat down.

When he came to Highway No.80, he parked his car in a small fork road, blocked by tall trees. If the passing vehicles didn't pay attention, they would never find a police car parked here.

The task of the previous system has been completed, and the reward for defeating Sanchez has been received by him.

This time he chose to add the skill points to the rifle. Ethan felt that firearms were his main means of attack.

In the case of insufficient skill points, give priority to improving marksmanship.

Let's not increase the level of the pistol. Its firepower and range are limited. In some cases, it is easy to be overwhelmed by others. Let's make up for the shortcomings of the rifle first.

Fighting skills can be put aside first, there are not many opportunities to fight close to people, and a pistol is fine for close-range attacks. After all, the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps, and American Wing Chun is unparalleled in the world.

After waiting for a long time, a money-paying car passed by. Ethan yawned, looked at his watch, and prepared to continue fishing in another place.

Just as he was about to leave, a black motorcycle whizzed past and drove in the direction where the cashier was leaving.

Ethan became interested, chased out from the side road, drove a certain distance, and soon caught up with the motorcycle.

After flashing the police lights twice, the motorcycle slowed down and pulled over.

"Motorcycle driver in front, please turn off the engine and get off, take off your helmet, and accept inspection." Ethan parked the police car behind the motorcycle

After seeing the person in front turn off the ignition, he opened the door and got out of the car.

"You were speeding just now, you know?"

"I'm sorry, officer, I didn't mean to."

The rider in black leather took off his helmet and his head was shiny.

"Well, isn't this a top hacker with a transvestite and a vicious tongue, Hood's little padded jacket Jab? Hood's current identity is settled by him."

Looking at the Asian bald man in front of him, Ethan decided to tease him. After coughing lightly, he reached for the motorcycle key and asked Jaber:

"Sir, are you carrying an offensive weapon?"

Before Jaber could reply, Hood's voice sounded from the radio on his shoulder, "Ethan, where are you?"

"Sheriff, I'm doing a traffic stop, please wait a moment."

"I have something to do here, come and help me."

"Okay, send me the location." Ethan turned off the radio in disappointment, he didn't expect the rescue to come so quickly, he threw the key to Jaber
"Drive slower next time."

"Okay, thank you officer, I will pay attention." Jaber took the motorcycle key and said calmly.

After Ethan left, Jaber pressed the headset.

"F-YOU, Hood, why didn't you remind me that there are police patrolling the area today."

"I haven't gone to the police station today. I forgot to ask them. He has already left, hasn't he?"

"It's really unlucky to have a friend like you at the stall." Jia Bo took a deep breath. "Now you should be able to see the money-dispensing car. I followed it for four days, and the route is the same."

"Okay, I saw it, you go back to the bar first, Candy and I will find you later."

Jabo hung up the phone, looked at the mooing cows by the side of the road, angrily took out a pistol from his pocket, and fired two shots into the sky

"Get the hell out of here, Falk, it smells like cow dung."

The herd mooed one after another, and slowly moved away from the frantic Twolegs.

Ethan saw Hood and Candy sitting in a broken light blue pickup truck from a distance, he pulled the car over, and Hood handed over something wrapped in oiled paper.

"Three thousand knives, this is your share."

"Thank you, what are you doing?" Ethan took the oiled paper bag and patted his hands.

"It's nothing, let's go shopping with Candy."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Ethan stopped asking and continued to drive and patrol.

When it was noon, he touched Kong Kong's stomach, turned the steering wheel, and turned around to drive towards the town.

The celebration area is no longer the deserted one in the morning. People flow through it, and there are many children wearing white masks, holding balloons in their hands and chasing happily.

When passing by a booth, I saw Rebecca wearing a traditional long skirt and a white scarf hat standing in a booth, fiddling with her fingers boredly, and there were various pies beside her.

Ethan stopped the car, got out and walked to her booth.

"You're Ethan, right?"

A hot blonde woman in a denim skirt stopped him with long legs, holding a pie in her hand.

Ethan stopped and didn't speak.

"Don't you know me? My name is Kate Moody and Cole is my husband."

"Nice to meet you, how does this taste?" Ethan pointed to the food in her hand.

"WTF, you killed my husband, so you have nothing to say? You actually asked me how the pie tasted!" Kate opened her eyes wide and looked at Ethan in disbelief.

"Well, then congratulations?" Ethan thought for a while, "I heard that Cole has a previous record of domestic violence, following him, you must have suffered a lot."

The moment Ethan finished speaking, a piece of pie slapped onto his face.

Kate left with her friend waving her middle finger after saying "Fakyu".

Ethan shook his head helplessly, walked up to Rebecca who was covering her mouth and giggling with pie on her face, and asked her solemnly:

"My beautiful lady, what food do you recommend here?"

"Of course, the crispy peach pie on your face is our specialty, and it tastes very good, but I'll get you another piece."

Rebecca smiled and handed him a towel, and after he wiped it clean, she cut a piece of crispy peach pie and gave it to Ethan.

"How much is it?" Ethan took a bite, and it tasted really good.

"Five dollars will do."

Handing the money to Rebecca, seeing that she was still giggling, Ethan took a hard bite of the crispy peach pie in his hand, next time I won't let you laugh.

(End of this chapter)