My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 402 I despise such a person

Following his movements, there was a heavy swallowing sound beside him.

Frank followed him and took a long swig of beer, keeping his hand on the whiskey.

Ethan put down the empty cup and looked at Frank:

"What did you just call me?"

Frank scratched his head and said doubtfully, "My friend?"

"Then, friend."

Ethan knocked on the bar: "Please go ahead."

"Mamma Mia."

There was a bald and thin man sitting next to Frank, and he looked at Frank with bright eyes: "You are really lucky."

He quickly greeted Ethan: "Hello, my friend."

"Why don't you go home and fack yourself."

Frank pushed the bald and thin man away, and turned to look at Ethan: "I'm sorry, this man is too shameless, and he wants to come and take a bite when he sees something good. I despise such a person."

Ethan smiled and picked up a bullet cup.

Frank didn't care about talking, and followed him down one cup after another.

Soon, eighteen glasses of whiskey were swept away by the two of them.

Ethan waved his finger and asked Evan to do another round.

As the cups were exchanged, the atmosphere in the bar became more and more lively, and a woman's charming laughter came from behind.

Ethan turned his head, not far behind, several sexy women were laughing together.

A blond woman in a strapless tube top skirt embraced her friend, poured whiskey into her mouth with a coquettish smile, and shouted happily:

"This drink is mine."

Lying on the lap of a woman in a tube top and short skirt is a red-haired woman with slender legs.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, the woman in a tube top and short skirt bit her lip at him.

Ethan raised his eyebrows and raised his wine glass.

"Come on, drink."

Frank's drunken voice sounded, he took the shot glass and hit Ethan's glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay, drink, drink."

Ethan turned around with a smile and poured the whiskey into his mouth.

"Hey handsome guy."

Footsteps sounded, and someone tapped his shoulder.

"Hi."

Realizing that it was the red-haired woman who was lying down to drink just now, Ethan returned a bright smile.

"Did you see my friend?"

The red-haired woman pointed back with a smile, and the tube top and short skirt raised the wine glass at the right time:
"She seems to be teasing everyone, but I know, she has her eyes on you, are you interested in having a drink with us?"

Ethan looked at the tube top skirt, the size is not small.

Under the table, a pair of long white legs overlapped and trembled slightly.

"It's my pleasure."

Ethan picked up a glass of whiskey and handed it to the red-haired woman: "But I have a small question."

"Just ask."

The red-haired woman drank the whiskey in one gulp, twirling her tongue nimbly on the rim of the glass.

Frank next to him was stunned, and he hurriedly sipped the wine.

Ethan looked at the red-haired woman's protruding figure, and asked with a smile in his eyes: "Shall I have a drink with your friend, or with the two of you?"

"If you can handle two, I'm fine."

The red-haired woman stretched out her fingers and stroked his arm back and forth, her eyes watering.

Ethan put his arms around her slender waist, leaned into her ear and whispered, "How about we skip the step of drinking?"

The moist breath poured into her ears, and the red-haired woman trembled.

She blinked at Ethan and walked quickly to the seat.

"Frank, Evan."

Ethan stood up and hugged the two girls who came over with bags together: "Nice to meet you, let's have a drink together when we have time."

"Shet."

Evan put his palm on his forehead enviously, and waved vigorously: "You lucky guy."

"Uh-huh."

Frank was busy pouring the rest of the whiskey into his mouth, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Ethan smiled at the two of them, took the two women out of the bar, and after a while, the roar of the Dodge Challenger sounded.

The car lights flashed twice, and quickly disappeared into the street.

The next morning, Ethan felt the roundness in his hands, and slapped the blonde woman's buttocks.

"You don't have to go to work?"

The red-haired woman raised her head and moved her sore mouth: "There is still an hour and a half, there is still time."

After speaking, she buried her head again.

"It's my turn." The blond woman said dissatisfied.

"What to grab."

Ethan picked up the cigarette case from the bedside table, took out the cigarette and lit it: "Can't we just go together?"

"Oh."

The blond woman curled her lips and leaned down.

Ethan lit his cigarette and looked at the ceiling, where two flexible little snakes were swimming back and forth on his body.

An hour later, the two women hurried away with weak legs.

Ethan walked into the bathroom whistling, and there was the sound of splashing water.

After taking a shower, according to the address sent by the text message, he went to a psychological clinic that has a cooperative relationship with the police station.

After the boring and boring psychotherapy is over, the administrative leave has officially started.

In the past few days, apart from going to the supermarket to buy a lot of daily necessities, I just drove around the streets of Chicago.

I have seen Lake Michigan and also seen the spectacular city skyline.

A few days later, after an investigation by relevant departments, there were no irregularities regarding the shooting at Union Station in Chicago.

Ethan also ended his vacation and officially returned to work at the police station.

Just the first day back at work, and not a very pleasant one.

Wearing a full uniform and a large silver plaid hat on his head, Ethan stood at the corner of the cemetery.

Around him were all colleagues in dark blue police uniforms with solemn expressions.

The melodious sound of bagpipes echoed in my ears.

Julie's funeral is in progress, and as her husband tore off the blue sticker on the stele, what she left in this city is just a name engraved on the stele.

At the end of the ceremony, Ethan and colleagues from the intelligence team lined up to shake hands with Julie's husband.

After saying a few words of condolences, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If given the chance, he would not go through such a thing again.

But he knew in his heart that it was impossible.

Ethan shook the car keys, and walked out of the cemetery with the crowd in twos and threes.

In the past few days, Hank has also applied for his mobile vehicle. It is a black Cadillac cts with hidden police lights inside.

Ethan transformed himself into a distinguished Cadillac owner.

"Hey, can I ride in your car?"

Irene walked quickly to Ethan's side. She was wearing a dark blue police uniform and a wide-brimmed police hat, looking extraordinarily heroic.

"of course can."

Ethan hesitated, and handed her the key.

To his surprise, Irene pushed back: "This is your car, you can drive it."

After starting the vehicle, Ethan followed the convoy towards the police station.

A new car is a new car, and the handling is particularly silky smooth.

But the air in the car was not very smooth. After a moment of silence, Irene asked, "Have you seen Julie's family?"

"I saw it."

Ethan shrugged: "For them, this period of time should be very difficult."

"Yes."

Erin clicked her nails and looked out the window.

It's not just Julie's family who are suffering. In the past few days when Ethan is away, the atmosphere in the intelligence team is very depressed, and Antonio has been unable to cheer up.

After saying goodbye just now, his mental state is better.

Seeing Irene's listless look, Ethan turned the steering wheel and said, "There is something you want in the storage compartment."

"What is it?"

Irene reached out to open the storage compartment: "Don't lie to me again."

(End of this chapter)