My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Intelligence Unit.

Ethan sat on Antonio's table, crossed his arms and looked at Atwater, wondering what he was going to say.

"Is such that."

The latter scratched his head and said in a deep voice: "In the past few days, we have been handling the case of an undercover police officer from the anti-independence team. Detective Dawson lurked in and successfully rescued our people."

"However, we also discovered a shortcoming of ours."

Rusek nodded and took over his words: "Since Jean left, our intelligence support capabilities have declined."

"Atwater and I were responsible for all technical issues before."

"But let's be honest."

Atwater snatched the words back: "We have no problem installing monitoring equipment and the like."

"But we need more than that."

"What do you think?"

The two of them sang in harmony, just like they were talking about cross talk.

However, it is indeed true.

In the past, when Gene was here, it was very convenient and quick to track something.

It's easy to set up monitoring or something.

Since he left, everything needs to be reported meticulously, which has undoubtedly reduced the efficiency of the intelligence team.

"OK."

Ethan shrugged and said, "I'll apply to the bureau and ask them to arrange for someone to come down."

"But there's a problem."

He frowned, shook his head slowly and said, "We can't just find someone, we have to trust him."

If you take over Gene's previous job, you will be exposed to every detail of their work. To be honest, their work is sometimes dirty, and strangers really don't dare to use it.

This is also the reason why no new people have come.

Thinking of this, Ethan's eyes lit up.

There is a great god in my family. If that guy can work here, he can definitely be trusted.

Moreover, there is absolutely no need to worry about abilities.

"Boss."

At this moment, Horsted said: "No need to apply to the bureau, I have a very suitable candidate here."

"Mouse, do you remember?"

Under the gaze of Rusek and others, he said seriously: "He helped us solve the case of explosives at the construction site last year. You also saw him when we went to investigate."

"Hmm~"

Ethan nodded, also thinking of that guy.

A dry, thin white man with messy hair, he speaks quickly and seems to have a good relationship with Horsted.

"very good."

Horsted met Ethan's gaze and said repeatedly: "When he was in the army, he was specifically responsible for our technical issues."

"How should I put it? He is a technical expert."

"I trust that guy very much and I can trust him with my life, and that's what I did."

Seeing this, Ethan smiled dumbly.

These bastards came prepared.

Singing and harmonizing, they are waiting for me here. They must have discussed it long ago.

But that's okay

"Give me the name of the mouse." Ethan shook his head and smiled: "Call this person over again, I need to see his ability."

In just a few seconds, I realized that Jiabo was not good enough.

That guy absolutely can't stand the nine-to-five job. It's more uncomfortable than killing him. Even if he asks, he will refuse without hesitation. That guy knows exactly what he wants to do.

"No problem, Boss!"

Horst nodded quickly and looked happy.

He picked up the phone and walked to the side, looking a little impatient.

The other two guys also looked relaxed. Rusek only liked shooting. To be honest, he wanted to throw these technical tasks aside for a long time.

"Hey~"

At this time, Antonio and Orlinsky also walked upstairs, and the former stretched out his hand cheerfully: "Look who is back?"

"I heard you did an undercover mission."

Standing up, Ethan fist bumped with Antonio: "Rescuing one of your own people should be a great feeling, right?"

"But it's not."

Antonio sighed, shook his head and said, "If nothing else happens, the guy from the anti-independence team must have become dirty. He needs to find himself a good lawyer."

"Bang."

Olinsky threw it to the ground, and the travel bag in his hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"I just found it in that person's house."

He shook his head and continued: "This money was never mentioned to us, including the mission diary, and no information was ever left."

"By the way, welcome back."

After speaking, he also bumped fists with Ethan.

Looking at the bag of money on the ground, several people around him sighed in unison.

Ethan had no opinion on this.

In just a few words, he knew the general situation. It must be that the undercover police officer couldn't bear the temptation of profit and secretly swiped some of the money. This is human nature and he would do the same thing.

But take and return, and do not let anyone find you.

If you can hide the past, you are a smart person, but if you are caught in pain, you are just a fool.

After chatting with a few people and giving away the remaining gifts, he returned to his office and started to get busy. He needed to know what these people did while he was away.

Many reports also require signature confirmation.

There are some things that cannot be left to others, and even though he finds them boring, he still does them meticulously.

When he was busy, the group of people outside were very relaxed.

They had just finished working on a case, and they were taking a break. They were all chatting, and the atmosphere was very relaxed and happy.

"Listen up, everyone."

The leisurely atmosphere was quickly broken. Pratt, who was wearing a white long-sleeved police uniform, and a short, fat middle-aged man walked into the main hall. The former clapped his hands cheerfully:

"Isn't life boring? Do you want to add a little fun to it?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Platt in confusion.

"Please."

The receptionist female police chief spread her hands: "Can you show some of the enthusiasm of your intelligence team?"

"This is Jenkins."

Platt looked at everyone with a smile: "He is here to conduct Taser qualification certification for you. It sounds very interesting, right?"

This smile made Atwater shiver.

Having worked under her myself, I know that this receptionist policewoman has a strange and evil taste. Every time this smile appears, nothing good always happens.

He moved quietly and was about to slip towards the interrogation room.

"cough."

A heavy cough sounded, and Pratt looked at the big man expressionlessly: "Atwater, is this how you reacted when you saw your old boss?"

That burly body still wanted to sneak away.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"Ha ha."

Atwater forced a smile and said, "Good morning, Sheriff, I'm just exercising."

"No offense intended though."

He said to the man next to Platt: "Are you in the wrong place? Our department does not have access to Taser guns."