My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The sun sets.

Light filtered through the shutters, illuminating everything behind them.

The few strands of hair behind Erin's ears turned golden.

Seeing this, Ethan couldn't help but take a breath and watched the golden wire sway happily. The former pursed his lips, twitched his arm back like lightning, and hit him with a snap.

"Feel sorry."

This movement attracted the attention of others, and Erin shrugged and said, "There are mosquitoes."

Everyone shook their heads and continued to look out the window.

A black Mercedes-Benz was driving towards the corner and quickly disappeared from their sight.

Wrinkling his eyebrows in pain, Ethan asked:

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Sure."

The mouse shook the key ring in his hand and said confidently: "With two pinhole cameras, a bug and GPS positioning, no matter what happens in the car, we can monitor it."

"His mobile phone is also monitored."

"The last thing is the bug you just clipped on Jesse Kong's collar. We have gone to the extreme."

This is Plan B that Ethan and Hank came up with.

This kind of gang leader will not easily cooperate with the police. He simply releases the person and installs monitoring equipment on him and in the car. No matter what, he can always get certain clues.

It was much easier for them to find Dennis.

Hearing this, Olinsky nodded slowly.

"Now, the only problem."

Looking at Ethan, he frowned and asked, "Do you think he will really go to Dennis Lee?"

"That's the premise of all this."

"Will do."

Ethan smiled and explained patiently: "Chinese gangs value face most. Jesse Kong was severely punished. If he doesn't do something, he won't be able to sit in that position."

"Of course, it's also possible that this guy did nothing."

"but."

He shrugged: "There is nothing to lose for us."

This is true.

Regardless of whether there are fish or not, let’s cast the net out first.

"I have an idea."

Atwater scratched his chin and said slowly: "This batch of arms was obtained by Dennis Lee. In this case, he must find a way to take action."

"It now appears that Jesse Kong was not the real buyer."

"Maybe we can start from this aspect."

"clever."

Antonio patted his shoulder and quickly took out his cell phone: "We will send the information to the informant and ask those guys to help us find out the information. Such heavy firepower will definitely not be able to hide it from anyone."

"What are you looking at me for?"

Ethan waved his arms and said to everyone: "Go ahead and release all the information."

"Those who can provide valid evidence will be given an informant fee of 5,000."

"You can ask Hank to reimburse you for this."

Several people chuckled and went about their business, and Hank was no exception. He was also using the informant channels at hand to find out information.

The phone sounds busy, and the tentacles keep extending like this.

From the 21st Precinct, all the way into the underworld of Chicago.

The lights are on.

"Boom."

The phone buzzed.

"Mom, that's just an identity cover-up. Thousands of dollars a month is not enough for you to pay property taxes. Why don't you work so hard?"

In the text message, there was also an emoticon of someone about to faint from hunger.

"Will beef ribs be okay?"

Ethan shook his head, smiled, and replied with a text message.

"no problem."

The other person responded very quickly.

Ethan turned off the computer and stretched.

The next step is to work hard, and the monitoring is naturally done by the mouse. Originally, the other party is a night owl, and there is overtime pay to earn, which is a dream.

"Boss."

Seeing him walking out of the office, Atwater stood up quickly: "That bastard in the garage, do you need to take him to the hospital?"

There was some worry on his face when he spoke.

After all, that guy's hand bones are broken. If he doesn't get treatment, he may be in trouble.

It’s not just one or two people who are suing law enforcement officers for violent abuse.

"Just get him some painkillers."

Ethan thought for a while, waved his hand and said, "Just one piece is enough. You can't give more, and you don't have to send it to the hospital. It's a waste of taxpayers' money."

He didn't even think about the other party's worries.

Eddie Cho wouldn't have that chance either.

Atwater nodded helplessly. Anyway, if the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up.

"Boss."

Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped again.

Rusek strode up the stairs and spread his hands towards him, his face looking extremely complicated.

"Um?"

Ethan followed his example and spread his hands wider.

"There are people looking for you downstairs, and Erwin." Rusek patted the information in his hand and said dullly: "I think you should go down and take a look."

"No time."

Without raising his head, Olinsky looked through the documents in his hand: "Just leave the message to Pratt."

"cough."

Rusek covered his mouth and coughed hard: "I'm serious, you need to go down and receive those people."

"perhaps."

He pursed his lips and looked at everyone in the Chase Room:

"We should all get down there."

There were so many things contained in these words that everyone who was busy raised their heads and looked puzzled.

"bump."

The iron gate was pushed open, and under the leadership of Ethan, the intelligence team members cheered and walked down the stairs.

The footsteps stopped invariably.

In a corner of the reception hall near the intelligence team, there were eight or nine Asians, both men and women, all around forty years old.

Despite looking sad and tired physically and mentally.

But they still put on clean and tidy clothes and kept their spirits up.

Hearing the sound of chaotic footsteps, the man in the gray jacket with his back to them quickly turned around. He was the father of the girl in red, Xiaojun.

"Officer Morgan, Officer Olinsky."

He nodded to the two people he knew, and smiled at the people behind him:

"Officers, thank you for coming down here."

The group of people all turned their gazes over, with various complex emotions such as sadness and prayer in their eyes.

Everyone in the intelligence team didn't know what he was talking about.

However, there was a hint of premonition in my heart.

"Feel sorry."

An Asian woman in her thirties walked forward and said in a hoarse voice: "We want to come here. I'm sorry for disturbing the police officers."

Hearing that the other party was speaking English, the guys behind him breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Without waiting to ask, the Asian woman continued to speak:

"Those girls with Xiaojun."

She moved her arms, slowly pointed to a few people in the corner, and said sadly: "They are all our daughters."

Hearing this, Ethan's breath froze.

It's hard enough to face one or two family members at ordinary times, but now they come together in a dark crowd with tears in their eyes. Who can withstand this?

He gritted his teeth and pushed his arm to the side.

The oldest Olinsky was pushed forward by him and stopped only when he came to the group of family members of the deceased.

Facing one sad look after another, he suddenly became at a loss. (End of chapter)