My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"never mind."

Olinsky still suppressed the little devil in his heart and shrugged helplessly: "You can't do that kind of thing."

"But a background check is a must."

The little baby he had raised for almost twenty years was going to play with others for a few months. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and said, "As long as there is one criminal record, it will be considered a traffic violation."

"I'm absolutely going to ruin this trip."

"Smart choice."

Ethan stretched out his fist and bumped it with the opponent in deep approval.

"Whatever you want."

Erin curled her lips and raised her hands helplessly: "My advice is don't do this. If Lexi finds out, you know what you will face."

"Pfft~"

At this moment, the portable police walkie-talkie that Orlinsky kept at hand rang: "Near the junction of Cermak and Archer Street, please be aware of patrol units with forcible demolition tools."

"A patrol officer is asking for assistance. Please reply when you receive it."

There was no emergency, and it didn't seem to be anything to worry about.

"It's just two blocks from here."

Erin looked outside and stared back at Ethan.

Orlinsky stuffed the last waffle into his mouth and turned his attention to his police sergeant. There were plenty of demolition tools in their car, and the only thing that needed to be considered was whether they wanted to help.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with them.

"Gudu."

After drinking the last sip of orange juice, Ethan picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly: "The patrolman has helped us a lot, now we can't pretend not to hear, let's go!"

"Police number L5021, this is Detective Erin Lindsay."

Erin grabbed the walkie-talkie and replied to the contact station: "I have the tools here and will be on the scene in one minute."

"OK."

The liaison officer replied: "I will notify the patrol officer now."

Olinsky took out a few pieces of change and threw it on the table, paid for the meal for the other two people, and picked up a toothpick.

Under the leadership of Ethan, the three people quickly walked out of the restaurant.

"Shua~"

There was a sound of tires screeching, and three cars stopped sharply on the side of the road.

Ethan looked up and looked to the side. This was a factory-like building, not too high, but very wide.

There are not many buildings like this near Chinatown.

"Hiss~"

He sniffed his nose and quickly covered it with his hand.

The sound of several people parking their cars startled the patrolman standing on the roadside.

This guy licked his lips, quickly pressed his hand on the handle of the gun, made a defensive posture, and asked for a simple tool for support. What happened to the three cars rushing over now.

And it was an ordinary vehicle, which made him a little panicked.

"Intelligence Team of Branch 21."

Ethan showed his police badge and asked, "Are you requesting support from demolition tools?"

"That's right, sir."

The patrolman was a Latino man with thick black hair. He looked at the plainclothes on the man's body, nodded quickly and said: "Someone called the police nearby and said they smelled a stink. I came to check."

"But no one is inside, and the rolling shutters are chained."

There was a faint stench in the air.

It smelled bad, like rotten eggs fermenting, and the Latin patrolmen covered their noses with their hands when they spoke.

"Fine."

Erin got out of the car and took out a hydraulic clamp from her trunk: "Let's go see what's going on."

People have come over, and it doesn’t make sense if they don’t take a look.

Three plainclothes men came over one after another, leaving the patrolman confused.

He shrugged and moved forward.

After these people came over, he suddenly became the person at the bottom of the food chain. He wisely took the hydraulic clamp and clamped it hard on the iron chain on the rolling shutter door.

"Bang, bang."

With two crisp sounds, the chain fell to the ground.

"Wow~"

Ethan grabbed the rolling shutter door and lifted it up with force.

"Farke."

"Shet!"

Curses rang out one after another, and a foul smell surged out like a wave of air, hitting them head-on. Ethan quickly covered his mouth and nose and ducked aside.

The other three people also had the same reaction.

After a while, they finally got used to the smell.

"I have a bad feeling."

Erin covered her nose, regretting pressing the intercom just now. It would take many washes to wash away the smell.

"same here."

Ethan nodded silently and pulled out the python revolver from the holster.

The smell was like rotting meat.

This place is a large warehouse. The place where a few people are sitting now belongs to the back street. There are no pedestrians and there are vehicles parked everywhere on the roadside.

In front of us are the streets of Chinatown.

This is not a meat slaughterhouse, so there is a high probability of this smell coming from it.

Seeing this, the others quickly took out their guns.

"Be careful."

Ethan reminded him and walked into the warehouse slowly.

Inside, it was unusually empty.

There is nothing between the concrete pillars. The only thing that exists is the stench in the air. This smell must have been settling in for a while, and it is very offensive to the nose.

"I have a bad feeling too."

Olinsky's voice echoed in the empty warehouse: "A very, very bad premonition."

The pace of the four people quietly quickened.

They walked forward along the stench and came to the innermost corner.

This place is an enclosed room.

The stench came from a thick iron door that was ajar. Ethan covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, stretched out his foot and kicked at the iron door.

"bump."

After a muffled sound, my eyes were stinging.

Along with the overwhelming stench, the situation inside the house also appeared in front of everyone.

"God."

The Latin patrolman's chest heaved violently, his face turned pale, and his lips murmured: "Please forgive these sins, Amen!"

"啕~"

Erin ran quickly to the side, held onto the wall with one hand, and vomited in pain.

This voice made the Latin patrolman unable to bear it any longer.

"Ugh~"

As he ran, he spat on the ground.

"Call the forensic doctor."

Ethan squeezed the gun handle until it creaked: "Call someone over, I need to know what happened here."

"damn it."

Olinsky's face was also extremely ugly, and he cursed excitedly: "These bastards, beasts."

"Inhuman beast!!!"

In this room, which can be said to be a secret room, six black-haired women were chained to the innermost wall. Their bodies were covered with wounds, their faces were ferocious, and their eyes were dead.

Ethan looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, his eyes moving back and forth.

These are all Asian women.

This is Chinatown, which means there is a high probability that the people here are Chinese.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

His gaze suddenly stopped and fell on the face of the woman in red. A white maggot squirmed out from her lower eyelid.

This movement made his eyes move slightly.

The two people seemed to have penetrated the boundary between life and death, and their eyes collided. (End of chapter)