My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chicago.

O'Hare International Airport, parking area.

"Oh~"

"Fuck Fuck."

Rhythmic curses rang out: "Damn, it's getting cold too fast here!"

"This is not the West Coast."

Two men wearing big pants walked forward quickly carrying duffel bags. Ethan glanced at Jabber and shrugged: "Chicago has a long winter, you don't know that."

"If you don't feel comfortable, I'll help you book a flight back to New York."

It's starting to cool down in Chicago, and this temperature is considered normal.

However, people who come from the West Coast will feel a little uncomfortable.

"Fakeyu."

Jiabo habitually raised his middle finger and raised his eyebrows and said, "I will buy the plane ticket myself, but that was before blowing up your yacht to the sky, and that membership, which you promised."

"Half a million dollars, baby~"

After making a big fuss in Los Angeles, he didn't want to stay there at all.

After picking him up outside the FBI branch building, the guy showed off two first-class tickets without saying a word.

There was no other way, Ethan could only make a hurried phone call to say goodbye to Mia.

As for Toledo, he had tried to communicate with Da Baitou before, trying to fish him out directly, but the other party always changed the subject. Ethan had nothing to do about this situation.

With that brand, Big Back Head just didn't dare to do anything to himself.

The FBI is nothing like the CIA, especially at home.

Some face, if you say you won't give it, you won't give it.

Toledo can only rely on luck. O'Connor will intercede for him anyway. As for the effect, it is hard to say yet.

"damn it."

Jabber looked at the Dodge Challenger in front of him and spread his hands: "Why is it still this broken car? I can seem to smell the air smelling of cow dung blowing from Banshee Town."

"bump."

Close the door and start the vehicle.

Ethan patted the steering wheel and threw the luggage behind: "You can choose to walk on your legs, I have no objection."

"All right."

Jiabo shrugged and quickly got into the car.

Not to mention, this bastard is really capable of leaving himself here alone.

The lantern has risen.

The streets of Chicago are busy with traffic. Not long after driving out of the airport, I quickly saw a group of brightly lit skyscrapers. I have become accustomed to racing in the past few days, and I unknowingly stepped on the accelerator.

The Dodge Challenger zipped across the road, back and forth.

"Hey hey hey."

Jia Bo quickly grabbed the armrest and reminded quickly: "Do you need me to remind you that this is not Los Angeles?"

"Woo~"

As soon as he finished speaking, a patrol car flashed out from behind.

The blue lights flashed, and the police siren also buzzed twice. Jabo glanced at Ethan resentfully. He had just gotten off the plane, and within half an hour he was targeted by the police.

This guy is a troublemaker.

"Cough~"

Ethan was also a little embarrassed and quickly reduced the speed of the car.

"Feel sorry."

He turned the steering wheel, slowly pulled over and stopped the car: "It's okay, this is not Los Angeles, but it is Chicago."

"OK."

Only then did Jiabo remember the other person's other identity, and suddenly became relaxed.

"Driver in front, lower your window."

The horn of the patrol car sounded, with a bit of electric noise: "Turn off the car engine, put your hands on the steering wheel, please stay in the car, don't move!"

Ethan took this instruction very seriously.

If the situation gets tight, the patrolman can draw his gun and shoot him at any time without having to empty his magazine.

Two patrol officers, a man and a woman, got out of the car.

The male patrolman held down the handle of his gun with a very cautious expression. This old-fashioned muscle car that was racing wildly on the road had a high probability of being ridden by street people. He touched the butt of the car and stepped forward slowly.

On the other side, the female patrol officer didn't have that alert attitude at all.

There was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a good show.

"gentlemen."

Roman knocked on the car body hard and shouted angrily: "Please show me your ID. Do you know that you were driving dangerously just now?"

"Know."

Ethan turned his head and shrugged: "Officer Roman, for the sake of everyone being in the same branch, how about you let me go this time?"

"ah?"

Roman blinked and awkwardly let go of the gun handle: "Sorry, Chief Morgan, I didn't know it was you."

At the same time, he quickly glanced at his partner.

He looked helpless.

"Is such that."

Seeing the guy standing on the other side snickering, he rolled his eyes and said expressionlessly: "My partner just said that she has stopped this car many times and is often suspected of dangerous driving."

"so."

As these words fell, Burgess' pretty face became stiff.

Unexpectedly, Roman reacted so quickly.

I didn't trick him, but he dug a hole backhand.

"Oh~~~"

Ethan glanced at Burgess meaningfully, with a smile on his lips.

"Shet."

The latter felt excited all over, as if she saw something indescribable about to happen to her. She opened her mouth and then closed it tightly, with some inexplicable expectation in her heart.

"Sir."

Roman looked at the silent Jabber in the passenger seat and gently patted the roof of the car: "You were going too fast just now and could easily cause an accident."

"Please drive slowly next time, thank you."

Jiabo swore that he had never had such a friendly attitude when facing the patrol police.

He raised his eyebrows, suddenly understanding Ethan's choice.

Being part of the law enforcement team makes it much easier to do anything, and you become one of your own.

Nodding, Ethan smiled and started the vehicle.

A traffic violation ticket was easily avoided.

Looking at the Dodge Challenger going away, Roman and Burgess glared at each other, each blaming the other for digging a hole for themselves, and then involuntarily spread out their hands, grabbed their duty belts and returned to the car.

Not to mention Ethan, even people from other bureaus would let him go lightly.

Otherwise, how can we call our own people?

A patrolman who goes around issuing tickets like a fool will sooner or later be transferred to do chores.

"You had an affair with that policewoman."

Jia Bo, who was acting like a quail just now, suddenly said: "Yes, I definitely have an affair."

"cough."

Ethan pointed to the sky, raised his eyebrows and said, "The weather is really nice, blue sky and white clouds."

"Fakeyu."

Jia Bo asked angrily: "Where are we going? I remember you don't live in this direction."

"At your suggestion."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly towards Hyde Park at the speed limit: "I changed my place to live, and I also bought some security equipment from you. Did you forget?"

A few minutes later, looking at the tall porch.

Look at the trickling water feature walls, the vast villas and the courtyards dotted with lights.

Jiabo took a deep breath and slammed the car door hard:

"Mom Fuck!" (End of chapter)