My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 180
On the sparkling lake, a small red dot appears and disappears from time to time.

With a flick of Ethan's wrist, the fishing line was easily retracted.

After digging the bottom, there was a depth of three or four meters. Ethan was holding the float's hand and was stunned, "How many times should I adjust?"

After thinking about it, he put the fishing rod aside.

No matter how much it adjusts to catch, anyway, the lead is heavy to the end, as long as the float can be seen.

The main thing is a resource. When swimming, you can often hear the sound of big fish diving into the water. Presumably there will always be fish in such a big lake.

I have been patrolling here for so long, but I haven't seen many fishermen.

Unlike before, a small ditch can be crowded with people, and even a palm-sized carp can be very happy for a long time.

He dug out a pack of bait from the bucket, with Japanese characters on it, such as lack of food.

Haven't used it, don't know how it works.

He took out another small water basin, opened the bait and poured it in.

If there is too much water, add noodles, if there is too much noodles, add water.

In one or two minutes, a large ball of bait appeared on the hand.

"What are you going to do next, by the way, make a nest."

Ethan ran back into the house again, looking at a large piece of rough bread in the refrigerator, which he bought for a sandwich.

Laomei's fish should not be picky eaters, he hesitated for a moment, grabbed the bread and went back to the fishing spot.

Breaking the bread into small pieces, Ethan picked up the small pile of bread and threw it towards the front.

Dozens of pieces of broken bread swayed up and down on the surface of the water, and soon sank slowly.

Ethan found a dead tree fork next to him, broke off the overly long branch, made it into a slingshot, and stuck it in front of him.

Getting ready, he bent over to wash his hands with lake water, and lit a cigarette.

After smoking a cigarette, he noticed that the surface of the water was a little more turbulent, with splashes churning from time to time.

It's time to play, Ethan quickly put out the cigarette butt.

He grabbed a small ball from the bait in front of him, rubbed it off and hung it on the two hooks of the fishing line.

He stood up, grabbed the handle of the rod, and swung the fishing rod forward vigorously.

With a swipe, two balls of bait the size of the little finger swung far away along the fishing line and fell on the water.

Ethan immediately took the fishing rod back, but it was still too thin.

Sprinkle some raw food on the opened bait again, rub your hands together, and then hang up the bait again and swing it out when you feel that it is almost done.

This time the bait entered the water perfectly, and the float quickly turned over and descended slowly.

After drawing more than a dozen shots in a row, he stopped the movement of his hands.

Ethan put the fishing rod on the fork of the dead tree, watched the float sink slowly, and waited patiently.

In just half a minute, the four-eyed float on the water shook unnaturally.

He held his breath and closed his hands on the fishing rod.

The float clicked a few more times, and Ethan stared at it solemnly, completely ignoring that the cigarette was about to burn his fingers.

At this time, the float raised slightly, and then sank quickly.

Ethan felt his fingers burn, and quickly shook off the cigarette butt.

In addition, the hand that had been holding in the air all the time clenched the handle of the pole as fast as lightning, and shook his wrist upwards vigorously.

Suddenly, a huge force came from the water, and the fishing line stretched straight, instantly pulling the fishing rod into a big curved bow.

The fishing line swiped left and right quickly in the water, making the sound of swishing through the air.

It's like fishing a submarine under the water, and I'm going to drill down with all my strength.

Unexpectedly, a big guy came to the first line. Fortunately, Ethan has no habit of using thin and thin lines, and the thread group can withstand it.

He took two steps forward, gritted his teeth, held the fishing rod, and used its waist strength to slide the fish back and forth.

Ten minutes later, feeling the movement in the water jump up, Ethan hurriedly raised his hand.

After a while, there was a crash.

Water splashed on the surface of the lake, and a red-tailed carp about one meter long jumped out of the lake flapping its tail.

The sun shines on its tail, shining a charming luster.

Ethan opened his mouth wide open, staring dumbfounded at such a big carp
The red-tailed carp shook its head vigorously, and the hook fell off from the corner of its mouth.

"Snapped"

A loud bang.

The water spray exploded, and the red-tailed carp fell into the lake water. With a flick of its tail, it disappeared in the water after two or three strokes.

"Fake."

Seeing the big fish escape, Ethan stamped his feet angrily.

The blasted water splashed on him, wetting his clothes.

He sat down quickly, took the bait with trembling fingers, and then quickly threw the fishing line back into the lake, hoping that the fish just now could bite again.

Not long after, the float sank again.

This time Ethan grabbed the fishing rod and lifted it up heavily, the feeling of pressing his hand came again.

After a few minutes of fighting, the fish came to the surface, this time it was an ordinary carp, not small in size, it looked like it weighed about twenty catties.

Compared with the one just now, it was nothing. After Ethan was disappointed, he was also satisfied. It was also the first time he caught a wild carp weighing more than 20 kilograms.

Fearing that the catch would escape this time, he hastily stretched out his hand to grab it to the side.

Holding the fishing rod, he fished to the side a few times with one hand, and turned his head to look to the side.

"What about copying the net?"

Ethan slapped his thigh hard, and forgot to take it when he copied the net.

But he didn't want the fish to escape again, so Ethan had an idea, "American style netting."

There was no one around, he flipped his palm, and a silver pistol appeared in his hand.

Ethan held the Desert Eagle firmly, aimed at the head of the fish swimming on the water surface, and then pulled the trigger.

"Boom."

After a gunshot, the fish head exploded, and the lake was instantly dyed red.

Watching the smashed fish head slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake, Ethan was so angry that he couldn't beat him.

Focusing only on fishing, I forgot the power of the Desert Eagle.

In desperation, he had no choice but to go back to the tool room and take the net to change to another place to continue fishing.

The sun was high in the sky, and it became sultry outside.

The phone rang, and Ethan picked up the phone, glanced at it, and pressed to answer.

Jia Bo's eager voice came from the phone, "Hood said you are on vacation for a few days?"

"Yes."

"Great, I'll come over right now."

Ethan looked at the hung up phone with a puzzled expression, but he had been fishing all morning and just had a rest.

He walked to the water's edge and lifted the fish guard.

As soon as Yuhu moved the water surface, the pot exploded, and dozens of big fish inside were clattering and flapping their tails.

Most of them are carp, grass carp, silver carp, etc., and the old Americans collectively call them Asian carp.

There are also some local fish species, which look weird and have never been caught before. I don’t know their names, and several pairs of sub-lines have been bitten off.

He doesn't like fish either, so Ethan poured out all the fish in the fish tank, ending the morning entertainment.

Back at the house, Ethan was sitting on the sofa drinking cold beer when the monitor rang, and he pressed the remote control casually.

After a while, the car outside the house stopped abruptly.

Jia Bo, wearing sunglasses, pushed open the door and walked in, holding a laptop in his hand.

He unceremoniously went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer, then sat down next to Ethan.

Ethan watched him have a busy meal, then put the laptop in his hand on the table and opened it.

A monitoring screen appeared on the upper screen. Jia Bo zoomed in on the screen, and a man with a fierce temperament appeared in the middle of the computer screen.

The man was standing in front of the counter of a small shop. He was wearing a peaked cap that covered most of his face, and he had a hideous spider tattoo on his neck.

Ethan drank the beer in the jar in one gulp:
"Orek?"

"Yes, Oleg."

Jia Bo nodded heavily, reached out and tapped on the screen:

"I found him on the surveillance camera of a store in Harlem, and at the same time I rummaged through the surveillance cameras two blocks away and found his foothold."

After Jabo finished speaking, he looked at Ethan.

Ethan threw the empty jar in his hand into the trash can and stood up without hesitation.

"I'll take two sets for a change of clothes."

(End of this chapter)