My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 33 Going Home (Please follow up, thank you for your support)
Ethan took out the key to open the door, threw the backpack aside, and moved carefully to lie on the sofa.

Looking at the deer head on the wall, he felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

The phone rang, and he picked it up and clicked on the message.

"I miss you. If I have a chance, I'll go to Pennsylvania to play with you, lol."

There is also a photo attached to the back of the message. Blake is sitting in the corner of the swimming pool wearing sunglasses, and her black bikini is pulled aside by her.

Ethan replied OK, and then silently saved the picture.

Further on, there were messages sent to him by his colleagues in the police station, and he had already responded to them one by one, turned on the TV, and changed several channels, all of which were news reports about the earthquake on the west coast.

As the person involved, Ethan was not interested in knowing more, so he turned off the TV and went back to the room.

Sitting on the bed, exhaling the system, the task on it is still flashing, and the status has changed to completed.

In the past two days, he has been venting the huge mental pressure with Black. He almost collapsed and slept on the plane. He didn't care about the system. Now that he is home, he can finally calm down and see what rewards he has obtained.

With a thought, tap lightly on the light screen, and the task on the panel disappears immediately.

Ethan rubbed his hands, opening the space expectantly like opening a gift bag.

In the space, in addition to a large amount of food and gun bullets, there is also a blue book and a glass tube filled with blue liquid.

He took out the skill book, clapped his hands together, and then added skill points to fighting, making up for the last shortcoming.

As his fighting skills improved, the scenes of his predecessor receiving fighting training at the police academy flashed through his mind like a marquee, and he gained a deeper understanding of how to quickly subdue opponents and various fierce fighting techniques.

Then take out the glass tube, there are some green fine particles tumbling up and down inside, the blue liquid is deep and charming, as if it can hook people's soul into it.

"Self-healing Potion: It can repair minor injuries and slightly enhance the body's self-healing ability."

A simple explanation made Ethan smile.

He immediately uncorked the bottle, raised his head and drank the self-healing potion in one gulp. After swallowing the liquid, Ethan's face changed, recalling the last time he drank the physical enhancement potion.

I still remember the feeling that my whole body was on fire. Just as he was about to get off the bed, there was a burst of warmth in his stomach.

Immediately, a tingling and numb feeling spread throughout the body, and the feeling was even stronger at the cracked thigh bone.

Ethan staggered and wanted to stand up, the numbness spread to the cap, he rolled his eyes comfortably, collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, there were already stars outside the window.

Ethan blinked and looked at the ceiling, his body was extremely relaxed, and he regained that energetic feeling.

Turn over and get out of bed, with your thighs firmly supporting your body.

Untie the splint and press it with your hands without any discomfort.

Originally, the doctor said that his injury was not too serious, and he could walk freely after a few weeks of rest. Now that he had taken a bottle of medicine, his injury had completely healed.

Thinking of another level of efficacy of the potion, which can slightly increase the body's self-healing ability, Ethan walked quickly to the kitchen.

He took a table knife from the holder, stretched out his finger, and rested the sharp edge on the ball of his finger.

"Bang Dang" sounded crisply.

He tossed the table knife aside, why cut himself if he had nothing to do, anyway, his ability was enough, there was no need for him to test the limit of his ability, and he was not immortal and could play casually.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was not too late, and he missed the atmosphere of Davis Bar a bit.

Ethan sat in the newly bought 1970 Dodge Challenger, touched the steering wheel with his fingers, and turned the key. The engine roared like a beast waking up, and two beams of light shot into the night sky.

Park the car at the entrance of the bar, open the door and go in.

"Whoa, look who's back."

Candy shook off the towel and opened his arms, "You surviving guy, would you like to give Candy Daddy a big hug?"

"When you have two more charming peaks on your chest and your buttocks become more raised, maybe I will think about it."

Ethan walked to the bar, bumped fists with Hood, and complained unceremoniously.

Candy looked at him resentfully, "Dude, you deeply hurt a man's heart, isn't my butt perfect enough?"

Ethan looked at Candy's motionless hand, and had no choice but to say: "Perfect, very perfect, like a wild horse, there are countless sexy fillies waiting for you to conquer."

Candy then put the whiskey in his hand heavily in front of him, then wiped the countertop, curiously asked about the situation in San Francisco.

As he kept talking, the crowd in the bar slowly gathered.

It’s one thing to see it on TV, but it’s another thing to hear people who have experienced it talk about it. When it comes to nervousness, the crowd around them still exclaim.

Everyone likes to listen to the excitement, and Laomei's side is no exception.

When he was talking vigorously, he picked up his glass and took a sip of whiskey to moisten his throat.

At this time, a heavy body odor that had not been bathed for an unknown number of days floated to the side, and the originally dense crowd suddenly loosened up.

Western people have a strong sense of taste, and Ethan had a hard time adapting to it after traveling.

But it was the first time he smelled such a smell, Ethan frowned and looked to the side, a short, fat middle-aged man in a starched coat squeezed beside him.

Messy long hair is distributed on both sides of the fat face, and I don't know how much alcohol I have drunk, and my face is as red as a pig's liver.

The middle-aged man stretched out his stubby arms to hug Ethan, his fingernails were full of dirt, and he breathed drunkenly at Ethan.

"You're such a fool. If it were me, it wouldn't take long, just ten minutes. Just picking up something from the shops all over the street would be enough for me to be high for a while."

While speaking, the saliva splashed from his mouth kept flying into Ethan's wine glass.

"It's really courageous to say such things in front of the local sheriff and police officers." The people around quietly gave a thumbs up in their hearts, with expressions of watching the excitement, and what's more, they had already quietly left.

Although Ethan has been working in the Banshee Town Police Station for a short time, he has already gained a reputation as a vicious person. The locals know that he is a ruthless one. Brother Moody has disappeared for a long time. There are rumors that he has something to do with him, but there is no evidence.

Ethan looked at the saliva floating in the wine glass, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes turned cold.

Hood sensed that he was wrong, and just wanted to speak.

Ethan's hand stretched out like lightning, his fingers stuck on the fat neck like a steel bar.

Stepping sideways, twisting his arms, twisting his waist, and slamming it hard, the dirty man with a fat head and brain instantly flew up and landed on a table, smashing the wooden table to pieces.

Ethan kicked away the wooden stool in front of him, and took out the python from his arms.

"Hold your head in your hands, lie on your stomach and don't move, how dare you attack the police."

(End of this chapter)