My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

It was extremely quiet in the Sheriff's Office.

Being stared at by those two eyes, it was as if he had really turned into a mouse.

The other party was a ferocious Bengal cat.

"It's you."

The mouse swallowed his saliva and said calmly: "You are my boss, there is no doubt about it!"

"very good."

Ethan nodded with satisfaction: "That's all I needed to hear."

The other party is very wise, and he appreciates it very much.

As for whether to say it verbally or keep this sentence in mind, it remains to be tested.

"I know you used to be a broker, and occasionally worked as an informant for Horsted, and you also did a lot of small gray businesses." Ethan flicked the ashes from his cigarette, shrugged and said, "I don't care about this."

"As long as you don't get caught, you're a smart guy."

"I like smart people."

Putting the cigarette in his mouth again, Ethan spread his hands and said: "Smart people know where to do things. Now that you are here, you must follow the standards of a Chicago police officer."

"Go ahead."

He waved to Horsted: "Take him to Pratt to complete the formalities, and get a table for him upstairs by the way."

"The technical room belongs to the mouse."

"Thanks."

The mouse bowed and looked at his old friend, and the two walked out of the office together.

He's not a Chicago police officer.

Only labor contracts can be signed.

However, compared with Nadia, the salary will be much better. After all, they are technical talents and they also work in technical positions.

Judging from the raw edges on his collar, he should be satisfied with the treatment given by the Chicago Police Department.

Ethan smiled, crushed the cigarette butt and picked up a document.

outside the office

Seeing Horsted walking out with a relaxed pace, several people outside came forward to congratulate the mouse. From now on, everyone will eat in the same pot, so they want to express their welcome properly.

Antonio immediately decided to go to Molly's Bar to celebrate in the evening.

As for funding.

Well, the informant fund is still strong.

After greeting each other, the two of them walked downstairs together. Mouse rubbed his nose and looked at his old partner: "Jie, your police chief, I don't know what to say, he is a bit scary."

"No, it's very scary."

Swallowing his saliva, the mouse slowly shook his head and said, "It's like the time when you were targeted by a sniper in Afghanistan. Do you remember?"

"We have to call in bomber support to get rid of that ghost."

"do not think too much."

Horsted walked down the steps slowly and sighed: "Boss is really powerful. You will know later that that guy is probably no match for him."

"correct."

He punched the mouse hard and said with a happy smile: "That's not my Sheriff, it's also your Boss!"

"In the future, we can fight together again."

"damn it."

The mouse rubbed his shoulders vigorously, grinned and said, "Can't you be gentler?"

"But you're right."

"Pa~"

The two palms clapped together, and the mouse said happily: "I miss those days very much, thank you very much for your help."

While laughing, they walked downstairs together.

night.

Molly's Bar bathroom.

The faucet on the sink was not tightened, and water dripped down.

Unlike the bustle outside, it's a little quiet inside.

The charming night had just begun, the wine had just been drunk, and it was not yet time to release the pressure in the bladder, but there was still a rustling sound in the corner cubicle.

The sound sounded like a chain pulling.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

A woman shouted softly, and said with a bit of a smile: "Nadia's attack was really heavy. Look, there is still a little bruise here."

"Hiss~"

The man took a breath of air and said quickly: "Be gentle, it was more serious at the beginning."

"To be honest, I thought I was going to the hospital."

"snort."

A woman's voice sounded, and she chuckled and joked: "That's how it should be. Nadia did a great job, but is she interested in you? Haha, I didn't miss a single bit."

"Don't talk nonsense, that's your good friend."

The man's voice became a little hoarse, and at the same time, the rustling movement became louder.

"damn it."

The woman becomes irritated: "Whenever you talk about her, you become energetic."

"Shhh."

The man said calmly: "I'm always very energetic, so be quiet."

"asshole."

The woman hesitated: "They are all outside."

There was complete silence in the bathroom.

The water droplets from the faucet were still dripping very rhythmically on the wash basin, splashing rapidly.

"Boss."

Seeing Ethan walking through the crowd, Rusek handed over a glass of whiskey: "Please, what have you been doing? It's been half an hour."

"bump."

After taking the whiskey and draining it in one gulp, Ethan smashed the glass on the table with contentment:

"I met a friend and chatted for a while."

After careful examination, I found that there was absolutely nothing wrong with my body.

The whole person also regained his energetic appearance.

After saying hello to several other people, he pushed Olinsky to sit down. Before anyone could continue to ask questions, he immediately started drinking and blocked the mouths of the group of people with whiskey.

After a while, Erin returned in a hurry.

"What are you busy with?" Atwater handed her a glass of beer.

"Meet one."

Erin's voice stopped suddenly. She took the beer glass and continued: "You know, meeting friends from other bureaus."

She shook her head and downed half a glass of beer.

Ethan's expression was as usual, and he quietly retracted his feet under the table. It was dangerous. If he said the same words, these people would definitely hear something fishy.

It's perfectly normal to meet people from other bureaus in Morley.

When I first came to the bar, I welcomed the mouse, so now I control the pace of drinking according to my own drinking capacity, mainly chatting, and not talking about work at all.

"Hey."

Olinsky nudged Ethan with his elbow: "Are you free tomorrow morning?"

"I mean before work."

"It depends."

Ethan was in a good mood now, swaying gently to the sound of music: "If you have something to ask me for, then I must be free."

"Lexi."

Olinsky frowned and took a sip of whiskey: "She is going to make a very bad decision. You are about the same age as her. I wonder if you can have breakfast with me tomorrow."

"You know, help me persuade her."

"no problem."

Ethan's heart skipped a beat, but he still nodded in agreement.

However, he didn't want to face the troubled girl alone.

Turning his eyes, he looked across with a smile: "However, we'd better need a lady to be present to ease the atmosphere."

Opposite the two of them, Erin was drinking beer. (End of chapter)