Ethan took out the key and opened the door, tossed his backpack aside, and carefully lay down on the couch with his feet.

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, I'm going to play with you in Pennsylvania when I have a chance, lol."

The message was followed by a photo of Blake sitting in the corner of the pool wearing sunglasses, with a black bikini pulled away 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 department, and he had already replied to them one by one, turned on the television, and changed several news reports about the earthquake on the West Coast.

As the client, Ethan has no interest in learning more, turns off the TV and goes back to his room.

Sit on the bed and call out the system, the tasks on it are still flashing, and the status has become completed.

In the past two days, he has been venting huge mental pressure with Blake, and he has been sleeping on the plane when he almost collapsed, and he has no heart to take care of the system, and now when he returns home, he can finally calm down and see what reward he has received.

As soon as the thought moved, he tapped it on the light screen, and the task on the panel disappeared.

Ethan rubbed his hands together and opened the space in anticipation like opening a gift bag.

Inside the space, in addition to a large amount of food and guns and bullets, there is also a blue book and a glass tube containing a blue liquid.

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

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

Then I took out the glass tube, and there were some fine green particles tumbling up and down in it, and the blue liquid was deep and charming, as if it could hook people's souls into it.

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

It was simply explained, but it made Ethan smile with flying eyes.

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

I still remember the feeling that my whole body was burning with fire, and he just wanted to get out of bed, but there was a burst of warmth in his stomach.

A crispy tingling sensation spread throughout the body, and the feeling was even stronger in the thigh bone.

Ethan staggered to his feet, and the tingling sensation reached the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and he rolled his eyes in comfort, and collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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

Ethan blinked at the ceiling, feeling relieved and feeling energetic again.

Roll over and get out of bed, 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 needed to rest for a few weeks to walk freely, but now a bottle of potion has been in his stomach, and the injury has completely healed, and he jumped on the spot a few times, and his body has a little more lightness.

Remembering that the potion had another layer of effect, which could slightly increase the body's ability to heal itself, Ethan walked quickly to the kitchen.

Remove a table knife from the knife holder, extend your fingers, and place the sharp blade on your fingertips.

There was a crisp sound.

He threw the dinner knife aside, he had nothing to do with himself, anyway, he just had his ability in his body, he didn't need to test the limit of his ability, and he was not an immortal body that could play casually.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, it wasn't too late, and I missed the atmosphere of Davis's Bar a little.

Ethan sat in the newly purchased 1970 Dodge Challenger, stroked his fingers on the steering wheel, twisted the key, and the engine roared like a beast awakening, and two pillars of light shot into the night sky.

Park your car in front of the bar and push the door in.

"Oh, look who's back."

Candy shook off the towel and spread his arms, "You immortal guy, are you willing to give Daddy Candy a big hug?" ”

"When you get two more charming peaks on your chest and your hips become straight, maybe I'll think about it."

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

Candy looked at him wryly, "Man, you've hurt a man's heart deeply, isn't my hip perfect enough?" ”

Ethan looked at Candy's immobile hand, and had to say helplessly: "Perfect, very perfect, like a wild horse, there are countless sexy little mares outside waiting for you to conquer." ”

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

As he continued to speak, the crowd in the bar slowly gathered.

It's one thing to see it on TV, it's another thing to hear people who have experienced it talk about it, and when it comes to nervousness, the crowd around them exclaims.

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

When he spoke energetically, he took a sip of whiskey from his glass and moistened his throat.

At this time, a heavy body odor that I don't know how many days I hadn't taken a bath floated to the side, and the original dense crowd suddenly loosened.

The smell of the Western body is already big, and Ethan finally got used to it after crossing over.

But it was the first time he had smelled such a stink, and Ethan frowned and looked to the side, where a short and fat middle-aged man in a pulp jacket squeezed into his side.

The long dirty hair was distributed on both sides of the fat face, and I don't know how much wine I had drunk, and my face was as red as pork liver.

The middle-aged man stretched out his stubby arm to wrap his arms around Ethan, his fingernails were full of dirt, and he drunkenly spewed alcohol at Ethan.

"You're really a fool, if it's me, it won't take long, just ten minutes, and in the shops all over the street, take something casually, it's enough for me to be happy for a while."

As he spoke, the saliva that splattered from his mouth kept flying into Ethan's glass.

"What a guts, to say such a thing in front of the local sheriff and officers." The people around quietly gave a thumbs up in their hearts, looked at the lively expressions, and even more, had quietly left.

Although Ethan has not been working in the Banshee Town Police Department for a short time, he has become notorious, and the locals know that he is a ruthless person, and the Moody brothers have disappeared for a long time, and there are rumors that he has something to do with him, but there is no evidence.

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

Hood sensed that something was wrong with him and was about to speak.

Ethan's hand stretched out like lightning, and his fingers stuck around the fat neck like steel.

With a sideways step, a twisted arm, a twisted waist, and a hard flick, the dirty man with a fat head and brain flew up in an instant, landed on a table, and smashed the wooden table to pieces.

Ethan kicked off the wooden stool in front of him and pulled the python out of his arms.

"Holding your head in your hands, lying on your stomach and not allowed to move, you dare to attack the police."