My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"bump."

The cage door is closed.

"Damn, I need to see a doctor." A painful cry rang out from inside the cage.

"Um?"

Ethan clasped the iron net with both hands and asked curiously: "Are you injured?"

"When did this happen?"

He curled his lips and asked with a smile: "I have some medical skills, do you need to take a look at it for you?"

While talking, others walked upstairs.

There are still a few hours until trading time, so they can come back and take a break.

Killing people was not a consideration, but seeing this guy suffer was something they liked to see. Many people wanted to beat this guy up with their own hands and would not listen to the howls at all.

"fine."

Eddie Cao covered his injured right hand and shook his head quickly.

Although his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he still forced a smile and did not dare to hum again.

At least, you can't hum in front of this person.

"Ethan."

Outside the rolling shutter door, Hank waved to him: "Ignore this bastard, come here and have a cigarette."

Glancing coldly at the dead man in the cage, Ethan turned and walked out.

"I know you want to kill him."

Hank walked a few steps away, handed over a Red Marlboro, and sighed helplessly:

"Believe me, I want it too."

"But we can't do that now. If there's an accident in the afternoon, we still need to use him to find Dennis Lee. That's our only chance. These are four thousand semi-automatic rifles."

"I think you should understand the seriousness of the matter."

Once these firearms are circulated, the impact will be very bad.

Being in that position, Hank had to consider those issues. What he had to do now was to find those guns instead of venting his anger privately.

That's why we did what we did just now.

"Um."

Ethan expressed his understanding and lit a cigarette for Olinsky: "What's wrong with you? Your mood is not right."

You know your own feelings.

But the other person seemed very excited just now, and now he was holding a cigarette, which was a bit strange.

"Those girls died because of me."

Olinsky held the cigarette inexpertly between his thumb and forefinger, took a deep breath and said, "You don't understand how I feel right now."

This guy frowned and blew out a long stream of smoke.

"ah?"

Ethan spread his hands: "I don't know, when did you become Asian and change your name to Dennis Lee?"

All I know is that the other party has dealt with Dennis Lee.

But he didn't understand why he had to put that kind of mental pressure on himself, so he made a small joke with him.

Olinsky opened his mouth, but then bit the cigarette.

He didn't say anything, he just smoked heavily, and clouds of smoke rose up.

This frowning look made Ethan confused for a while. He looked at Hank, who also had a puzzled look on his face.

Since I don’t want to talk about it, I have no choice but to accompany him.

The three people squatted outside the door, the old god was smoking a cigarette on the ground, and the iron cage inside made a groan from time to time.

After finishing a cigarette, Ethan walked towards the intelligence team and met two people when he came to the reception hall.

Roman nodded and walked back angrily.

Burgess also frowned, looking very annoyed.

"Walter?"

Pulling the female patrolman, Ethan asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Also, how is the little girl's condition now?"

"she's fine!"

Burgess clasped his belt with both hands, and his little face bulged with anger: "Because she was sent to the hospital in time, the operation was successful, and the little girl has passed the dangerous period."

When he spoke, he was full of a sense of contradiction.

It was obviously good news, but she was very angry.

Such conflicting emotions left Ethan confused and he had no choice but to spread his hands.

"damn it."

Burgess looked at his partner who had walked away and shook his fist in the air: "When you asked us to go in to rescue people, weren't there two other patrol officers who followed you in?"

"At that time, the situation was very urgent."

"The liaison desk told us it would be a while before the ambulance arrived."

"Roman asked me to hold the child and take her to the hospital in a police car, but another patrol officer stepped forward to stop us."

After taking a few deep breaths, Burgess frowned and continued:

"That guy said that it was not in compliance with the regulations and the police car could not be used to transport the injured to the hospital. If he died on the way, several police officers present would be sued and wanted to stop us from saving people."

"Roman was so angry that he punched him."

"What now?"

Ethan's eyebrows twitched, and he probably knew what was going on.

If he meets a difficult guy like this, Roman will probably be in trouble. Throwing punches at his colleagues can easily lead to complaints. The other party might even sue him and make a lot of money.

"The other party is in the hospital for physical examination."

Burgess gritted his teeth and grabbed his belt hard: "And we also submitted a formal complaint. We need to report to Director Fisher tomorrow."

Yes, it’s all right!

Not surprisingly, even if the patrolman's gums bleed, he will file a lawsuit with a lawyer and demand financial compensation.

Some people are indeed capable of doing this kind of thing.

"All right!"

Ethan quickly squeezed the other person's fingers and shrugged: "This is indeed something worth getting angry about. If you need help, you know who to call."

"certainly."

Burgess nodded, sighed and quickly chased in the direction Roman left.

Despite this terrible experience, I still can’t leave my job behind.

Ethan pursed his lips and turned to go upstairs.

I don’t know what happened today, but I encountered scum.

Unexpectedly, because he was worried about a possible lawsuit, he could watch a little girl bleeding and waiting for an ambulance to arrive. When the work was over, he had to touch that guy.

Upstairs, the sound of chewing sounded one after another.

Everyone was holding a burger and snorting Cokes.

Seeing Ethan come up and sit in Rusek's old seat, the mouse slowed down its chewing of the burger.

The trip just now was an eye-opener for him.

Originally, he heard from Horsted that the intelligence team had its own style of doing things, but he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until he heard bursts of beatings and screams that he realized the style of this department firsthand.

Or maybe it's the Sheriff's style.

The guy in front of me had killed several Taoist elements in a row, and now he seemed to be fine.

The mouse nodded with satisfaction, he had come to the right place.

He just couldn't stand those conformist styles.

"Boss."

Nadia opened the bag: "Let's eat something first!"

The aroma filled her nostrils, and inside were things like Burger King's fried chicken, burgers, French fries, and Coke, all of which Ethan had ordered her to buy in advance.

"Thanks."

Grabbing a fried chicken leg, Ethan took a vicious bite:

"Just now, we had a good start."

"The arrest operation will continue in the afternoon. Let me sleep after eating and we will set off in an hour!" (End of Chapter)