My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 552
"Boom."

Burgess put down his glass heavily.

She breathed out the smell of alcohol, and licked her lips that looked even more rosy.

"Why don't you drink?"

Stimulated by the alcohol, Burgess let go a lot, and opened his hands to Ethan.

"cheers."

Ethan drank the whiskey with a smile, then picked up a cashew nut from the small basket next to him and threw it into his mouth:
"Come on, tell me all your troubles."

I don't really want to get drunk tonight. At this time like Burgess, what I need most is to find someone to talk to.

And it's best to chat with your peers, so that you can better understand her current psychological state.

Killing people is no small thing, even though she was doing the right thing.

People with poor psychological quality may never be able to pick up guns in the future.

Ethan is still very optimistic about Burgess, and doesn't want such a thing to happen to her. Of course, the other party is not that fragile.

"I don't know what happened."

Burgess picked up the beer glass again: "The picture of shooting today has been circulating in my mind."

She took a big gulp of beer, squeezed her hands and said:
"How should I put it, even the first shot hit the man's rib, and I remember clearly where the blood splashed."

"It's actually not a bad thing."

Ethan chewed the cashew nut slowly: "At least you know to hit it more accurately next time."

After making a joke, he smiled again and said:

"Don't take this matter to heart, think about the Rosemont policeman who was killed today."

"You avenged his family."

Compared to illusory words like just doing her own work, Ethan felt that it was more appropriate to give her some realistic encouragement.

Picking up the beer mug and touching her: "The policeman's family will also thank you very much."

"maybe."

Burgess regained some vitality on his face and put on a little more smile:
"Maybe I want to be a cop who doesn't shoot a single shot my entire career, and that's fine."

"Then you should file a report and apply for transfer to the North District." Ethan laughed:
"Life in the South District is not suitable for you."

"You can't say that. You haven't worked in the police force, so you don't understand." Burgess shook his head:

"There are still quite a few patrolmen who have never fired a gun. I only know a few."

"Isn't your target the intelligence team?" Ethan took a sip of his beer.

"Yes, that's right."

Mentioning this, Burgess' eyes immediately filled with light: "Don't look at me as a woman, but I have always yearned for that kind of field life."

"To me, that's the police, the real kind."

"Shh!"

Seeing her excited look, Ethan motioned her to keep her voice down: "If someone hears your words, you don't want to be in the patrol team."

Burgess stuck out his tongue and quickly explained:
"I also like my current job, but that's not my goal."

"In this case, I think today is actually a good thing." Ethan made a gesture of shooting:

"In the intelligence community, this sort of thing happens a lot."

"If you can't pass this level, you will be farther and farther away from your goal."

"I know." Burgess raised his eyebrows and looked over curiously:
"And you, what's your trick?"

"You have only been here for a few months, but the number of kills is already one of the best in the game. How do you relieve this emotion?"

After thinking about it, Ethan shrugged and said:
"Maybe you don't believe me, I'm used to it."

"No matter what happens, you can quickly forget it and don't think about it again."

"So you're just hiding your feelings?" Burgess asked. "Old-school tough?"

"The cowboys in western movies just sweat and bleed."

"Never cry?"

Put down the empty glass and wave to the bartender to continue.

He was playing with the cup, and Burgess still looked at himself very seriously.

Helpless, Ethan shook his head:
"I don't know, I just don't think about these things."

"This world is full of filth, I just regard myself as a cleaner and try to make it as clean as possible."

Burgess tilted his head to look at him, and said softly:
"Then have you ever thought that in the process of cleaning, you will also become unclean?"

"Nothing is perfect." Ethan concluded with a sentence.

The two chatted slowly like this, and Burgess' mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later, looking at her flushed cheeks, Ethan interrupted the drinking session.

"Let's go, you should go back and rest."

Ethan put on his coat: "I don't want to wait for you to be caught by the police for drunk driving."

"Tell you one of the benefits of being a policeman." Burgess stretched his waist and stood up: "I haven't been checked by my own people yet."

Under the white T-shirt, a section of waist was exposed.

Turning her body around, she put on a black coat again, which was simple in black and white, yet radiantly glamorous.

For some reason, Burgess specially changed into a suit of this color tonight.

Seeing Ethan's staring eyes, she felt secretly refreshed.

"Come on, Mr. Morgan."

Burgess put his hands in his pockets, raised his head and walked outside, and the whole person returned to his energetic appearance.

Passing by Ruzek's table, there are a few more people at his small table.

There was a burst of laughter from time to time.

Seeing that they were having a good time, Ethan nodded with him and stopped disturbing.

Get out of the bar and send people to the parking lot.

"Dudu."

After pressing the remote control key, Burgess turned around: "Thank you, I am very happy tonight."

The night wind blew past, messing up her long hair.

"You're welcome, drive slowly." Ethan put his hands in his pockets:
"If you have something to do in the future, you might as well talk to me. Don't worry, I'm not a psychiatrist and I don't charge for it."

Burgess smiled, red lips and white teeth.

Looking at the man standing in front of her, she felt flustered and fiddled with the hair on her face.

"Sorry." Ethan raised his hand to signal:
"It's still a little messy here."

Seeing her fiddling around, Ethan simply started, brushing his fingertips across Burgess' cheeks, and brushing his long brown hair behind his ears.

As the two approached, Burgess blinked.

She raised her hands suddenly and grabbed Ethan by the collar.

Standing on tiptoe, leaning up with eyes closed.

Ethan froze for a moment, immediately put his arms around her waist, and responded unceremoniously.

Lips and teeth met, and staged a good show of chasing each other.

Burgess was short of breath and his head was in a mess. He was led to the door next to him, and the snow on the roof fell rustlingly.

"Wait a moment."

She didn't know how long it had passed, she quickly dodged back.

"What's wrong?" Ethan reluctantly left his delicate lips: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Burgess shook his head quickly, gasping for breath: "Of course not."

"Sorry." Burgess said in a flustered tone, "You know what my goal is, and I know what I want."

"You're a detective, I'm a police officer."

"I don't want others to think that I rely on this superior woman."

"I am so sorry."

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

"It's ok."

Ethan felt a little regretful, but still respected her choice: "Maybe we have a chance to talk about it."

"of course."

Burgess hurriedly got into the car and slammed the door shut.

A few seconds later, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions, so she pressed the button with trembling fingers to start the car.

The moment just now gave her the feeling that it was more violent than shooting today.

The turn signal flashed, and Ethan took a few steps back:

"Slow down."

Burgess nodded, put into gear quickly, and stepped on the accelerator.

The black public left quickly, turned a corner, and disappeared at the corner of the street.

Snowflakes fluttered, and the street lamps elongated Ethan's figure.

(End of this chapter)