My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"OK."

He snapped his fingers to show he understood.

Unexpectedly, he could convince Ethan so easily. Fisher nodded. It seemed that the strongest hammer in the 21st Branch was still reasonable.

"Chief Pratt."

Fisher looked in another direction, shrugged and said, "What you have to do now is to appease Roman's emotions."

"Also, seek Officer DeLuca's understanding."

"As long as he drops the prosecution, the matter will be easily solved, right?"

After he finished speaking, he moved his fingers.

Roman's Glock was spinning on the table.

From his inner feelings, he was facing Roman, but sometimes sitting in this position, he had to consider many things. As a director, he first had to consider procedural issues.

If we don't impose some punishment, things will get messy if we follow the same example in the future.

With a few words, Pratt was dismissed again.

The two sergeants looked at each other and walked out of the reception room together.

Ethan tapped the handle of the gun and curiously asked Pula: "Do you think Roman will apologize?"

"Won't."

The female police chief shook her short hair and said without thinking: "He has a temper like granite. He only looks at what he thinks is right."

"damn it."

She rubbed her head and walked towards the reception desk: "I'd better persuade him, otherwise he will be in trouble."

That headache looks like a mother encountering a naughty child.

Ethan smiled hoarsely and was about to go upstairs.

"call out."

Around the corner, there was a soft cry.

The little policewoman waved to herself quickly, and Ethan walked over quickly.

"That bastard."

Burgess buckled his belt angrily: "I've asked around. DeLuca is having breakfast at a nearby restaurant. I plan to go over and talk to him. Are you free?"

"Give me a minute."

Looking at his watch, Ethan shrugged and said, "I'm already late and need to go around to get the latest status of the case."

"OK."

Burgess nodded quickly: "I'll wait for you in the patrol car outside, No. 2177."

After saying that, she walked outside in a hurry.

Now that things have happened, he has to move his backer out, and he was suspended after saving someone. Burgess is holding back his anger, hoping that Ethan, who has always had a solution, can solve the matter smoothly.

A minute later, Ethan slipped out of the back door of the garage.

After casting two nets in a row, now is the time to wait for the net to be closed, so there is no need to guard it in the office.

"bump."

Find patrol car No. 2177 and bend down to get in.

Burgess banged the steering wheel anxiously, and when he heard the door slamming, he immediately shifted into gear and the vehicle sped out.

"Yo."

Ethan quickly pulled up his seat belt: "Don't be so hasty, isn't this Drucker from our branch?"

People in the same police station usually don't make such ugly troubles.

"no."

Burgess shook his head and said angrily: "This person went too far. If it weren't for our little girl, she would be dead."

"Yes, I punched him."

"But is there any need to force others to suspend their jobs, just like a little girl?"

Ethan smiled and fiddled with the facilities in the car.

He tapped curiously at the trip computer in front of him. The police facilities of the Chicago Police Department were much more high-end than those he had used before. He also entered Burgess's name out of curiosity.

"Snapped."

A slap came from the side, and the little policewoman said angrily: "What records do you want to check on me?"

"correct."

Seeing the sleepy look on the other person's face, she asked with concern: "What did you do last night? You look like you haven't woken up. You're not usually like this."

"well."

Ethan sighed and pinched his fingers solemnly: "I found the body yesterday morning, exchanged fire with gang members at noon, and went to ambush illegal transactions in the afternoon."

"In the evening, I checked the information with Erwin again."

It’s not that I don’t know, it’s just that I was shocked.

The brief words, which made Burgess stick out her tongue, sounded like nothing, but she knew that the workload was staggering.

Ordinary people really can't bear it.

"I hope you catch that Dennis Lee soon."

She let go of one hand and held it with Ethan: "After you are done working, you can relax properly."

"That's right."

Ethan deeply agreed and asked curiously: "Is there any left of the low-temperature candle I bought last time?"

"asshole."

Burgess gave him an annoyed look and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I'll buy it after get off work. Of course it depends on your availability, but I won't go to your house this time. That friend of yours is a bit aloof."

"OK."

Ethan chuckled.

That guy was not only cold, but also quite stinky, of course, in front of strangers.

During the conversation, we came to the blue restaurant.

Of course, the name of the restaurant is not Blue, but many police officers from two or three nearby precincts like to come here to have breakfast, just like Molly's Bar.

Stopping the car, Burgess walked quickly inside.

Looking around, she went straight to a small seat by the window, where two white male patrol officers were sitting, about to devour the breakfast that had just been served.

Ethan followed slowly behind.

"Hi~"

Burgess clasped his duty belt with both hands and smiled at one of the guys with a high nose: "Deluca, you have to cancel the complaint against Roman. We are all colleagues. Don't you think it's too much?"

"snort."

DeLuca looked at his partner and sneered at Burgess: "That bastard not only scolded me, but also broke my teeth."

"Colleague, are you people from the 21st Precinct accustomed to punching your colleagues?"

His partner said nothing, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"look."

The guy raised his little finger again and poked his somewhat damaged lip: "The Chicago Police Department's insurance does not cover dentistry. It will cost a lot of money. Tell Roman, three thousand dollars."

"If the compensation is sincere, maybe I will consider withdrawing the complaint."

"Before that."

He smiled and waved his finger: "Hey, you can go, don't interrupt my breakfast. This is a good meatball sandwich. It won't taste good when it's cold."

The broken skin on my mouth doesn't even need a Band-Aid.

This bastard dared to extort three thousand dollars.

Burgess gritted his teeth in anger, tightened his belt tightly, and was about to say something.

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, the dining chair taken from the side was placed upside down next to the small square table by the window.

Ethan coughed lightly, and Shi Shiran sat on the chair.

He put one hand on the back of the chair, and with the other hand he grabbed the silver fork on DeLuca's dinner plate, unobtrusively removing the bread on the sandwich, and forked the huge meatballs.

With DeLuca's stunned expression on his face, he took a big bite without ceremony.

"good."

Ethan chewed it deliciously and raised his thumb at the high bridge of his nose: "These are indeed good meatballs." (End of Chapter)