My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 91 Upgrade
Coming to Davis Bar, Ethan went straight to the jukebox.

After picking out a bunch of Beatles songs, he went to the bar and sat down.

"I didn't expect you to like listening to this kind of song at your age." Candy poured wine for him, flicked his wrist, and the wine glass slid over the pulped table top.

Ethan took the wine glass, took a sip and said, "Classics will never go out of style."

"How is your injury?"

Candy swung the towel over her shoulders and walked over.

"Hood told you?"

Ethan put down his wine glass, shook his hand and rejected the cigar offered by Candy, "I'm not used to smoking this."

"Yes, I haven't seen you coming over for a few days. Hood said you were injured."

Candy nodded, then took a puff of the cigar happily and exhaled the smoke.

The income of this small bar opened in the town is actually not high, and the life of candy is also very tight.

After getting the money last time, his financial situation has finally become a lot easier. Although he dare not spend a lot of money, he still has no problem smoking a cigar and enjoying it.

While the two were chatting, a satchel was thrown onto the bar.

Jaber took off his sunglasses and sat down, waving for Candy to pour wine, Candy bit his cigar, poured him wine, and walked away slowly.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Jaber picked up his glass.

"I'm very sorry, it's about what I promised you last time."

"I was injured before and had to rest for several days. Now I should not be able to ask for leave in a short time."

Ethan picked up the wine glass, took a sip and said.

"I thought you were going to say something, it doesn't matter."

Jia Bo shrugged his shoulders, "I was going to inform you that my friend has a son in prison, and she has planned to be quiet for a while before doing anything."

Then this is really a coincidence, Ethan nodded, and then asked curiously: "By the way, what's your friend's name."

Jia Bo took a sip of his wine, and then replied:
"Her name is Lan Ma."

Seeing Ethan's confused expression, Jabo shrugged his shoulders, "It's just a title, and besides, even though she's a woman, she has extraordinary methods."

"It's okay to be called Daddy Lan." Ethan shook his head, "It has nothing to do with me, I'm just helping you."

"Well, I'll let you know when she's ready to do something."

Jia Bo picked up the bag, scratched his bald head with his fingers, and said angrily:
"Just call me next time for this kind of thing. I came here from New York. This glass of wine is yours. I'll go first."

After speaking, Jaber hurriedly left the Davis bar.

Ethan looked at the empty wine glass next to him and laughed dumbly. He didn't know what Jiabo was busy with all day long, and he was always elusive.

After finishing the drink, Ethan put the money for the drink under the glass and went home.

In the early morning of the next day, Ethan woke up early from the bed. He habitually stretched out his hand to grab the side, but it was empty.

After staring for a while, he realized that Black had already gone back to school.

After waking up, he didn't get up in a hurry, and yawned, he took out the skill book from the system.

He opened the skill book casually, and it turned into a ball of light and dissipated in his hand.

With a thought, he exhaled the light screen. After thinking about it for a while, Ethan clicked on the plus sign behind the pistol skill.

With a swipe, the skills are updated.

The proficiency level behind the pistol skill disappeared directly, and then the color of the skill name changed from white to orange.

Ethan was stunned for a moment, could it be that this was added to the top.

After waiting for a while, there was no more shooting experience in his brain like last time, and then he put his hands in front of his eyes to look again, and there was no change in his body.

Ethan immediately turned over and got up, grabbed the duty belt hanging on the wall and walked outside the house.

When he came to the simple shooting range next to the house, he put the duty belt on the table next to the shooting position, and pulled out the Glock easily.

The moment I held Glock in my hand, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

Ethan held the pistol and looked into the shooting range.

In the shooting range, he made distance marks. When he looked at a can 15 meters away, he immediately felt an inexplicable spiritual connection with that can.

Looking at the small glass bottle 25 meters away, this feeling also exists.

Excitedly, Ethan quickly raised his gun to shoot. With a bang, the glass bottle burst. The sound of the gun startled a flock of birds on the nearby tree, and the flock of birds flew in the air without track.

He turned his gun to the sky and pulled the trigger again and again.

After five gunshots, the birds fell one after another. Ethan ran over quickly and took a closer look, and saw four bloody bird corpses on the ground.

Ethan scratched his head, kicked a few bird carcasses into the grass, and returned to the shooting position excitedly.

This time he aimed at a distance of 35 meters. At this distance, the feeling of shooting weakened a lot, but he still maintained a very high hit rate.

After running out of two magazines, he replaced it with a Colt M1911 and a Python revolver, and the shooting accuracy was basically the same.

After the test, Ethan found that in the case of rapid shooting, he can basically hit a fixed target within 25 meters, and maintain a very high hit rate beyond 25 meters.

The target in motion can maintain extremely high accuracy at a distance of about 20 meters, as evidenced by the few birds that were shot down just now.

This level increase is more about giving him a sense of shooting and a sense of connection between targets.

The general effective range of a pistol is 50 meters, and the American police have also made statistics. In more than 90% of cases, the distance between the police and the suspect is between 8 and 15 meters.

In actual combat, if the distance exceeds 15 meters and both sides are in motion, the shooting accuracy will drop drastically.

It often happens that the police and robbers fired dozens of rounds at each other, and both sides were unharmed.

Now his level is definitely enough under normal circumstances. Putting down the python revolver, Ethan clenched his fist excitedly.

It was still early, and Ethan walked towards the small pier.

The morning sun shone on his naked body, Ethan stretched his muscles and bones, and then plopped into the icy lake to start his morning exercise.

After not working for a few days, Ethan went to Miles' restaurant to pack a lot of sweets, and then returned to the police station.

"Good morning."

After Ethan said hello to Alma, he put a large piece of cake in front of her, and the black aunt laughed from ear to ear.

"Damn it, look, the missing persons from our police station are back."

Seeing Ethan appear, Brock rubbed his stomach and screamed strangely, and Siobhan and Emmett also booed.

"I said, who knows when to shut up, you can eat delicious chocolate cake right away." Ethan raised the sugar-coated cannonball in his hand without hesitation.

Seeing the cake covered in chocolate in Ethan's hands, Siobhan swallowed and quickly covered his mouth.

"Okay, for the sake of this cake, I will spare you."

Brock grabbed the belt and loosened it, and said reluctantly.

Only then did Ethan put down the cake in satisfaction, and Brock and Siobhan rushed to it.

(End of this chapter)