My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the restaurant, not only DeLuca but also Burgess looked at Ethan blankly.

But she reacted quickly.

This guy always acted like this. She smiled and stopped talking.

I ate the meatballs dryly and felt a little thirsty.

With a flick of his hand, Ethan threw the half-eaten meatballs back into the plate. He picked up the untouched ice orange juice next to him and drank it.

"Hiccup~"

He touched his belly and burped comfortably.

"If there isn't a reasonable explanation."

DeLuca was so angry that his nose turned to the side, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I will make you regret this move. No one can ruin my mood for breakfast and walk away easily."

These two guys are obviously together.

He came to seek reconciliation with him and was still so arrogant, which made him angry.

"Please."

Ethan put down the cup, took the napkin and wiped his mouth: "Don't be so stingy, it's just a breakfast!"

mean?

DeLuca clasped his hands and narrowed his eyes.

"Ha ha."

He laughed again and let go of his hand: "I won't be fooled. It's impossible for me to hit you."

"Tell Roman."

This guy changed his face very quickly, and said viciously: "You are from the 21st Precinct, right? Tell him that in view of your current behavior, this matter cannot be ended easily."

"I will go find a lawyer and discuss a compensation case for mental trauma."

"This is all your fault."

DeLuca is a bit clever.

He felt that the clothes he and his companions were wearing were not decorations. This bastard must be an industry insider if he dared to come over and do such a blatant act.

Unexpectedly, he would dare to find someone to threaten him.

He immediately made up his mind that the matter could not be settled so hastily.

"oh."

Hearing these words, Ethan spread his hands: "Why are you so excited? It's just a breakfast~"

"correct."

He looked to his left and said to DeLuca's partner: "Say, man, aren't you afraid of partnering with someone like this?"

"If something happens, this guy will definitely think of himself first."

"No joke."

Ethan said to the patrolman with a three-quarter haircut: "If you encounter a fire incident, the person who got the bullet will definitely not be your partner. He is a completely selfish guy."

DeLuca's partner remained silent, but after hearing Ethan's words, he smiled.

But his eyes quickly glanced at his partner.

A trace of vigilance arose spontaneously.

He knew the whole story, and since DeLuca was his partner, it was hard to say anything.

But now, he still refuses to give up.

And blackmail.

He couldn't help but think about whether he would have to apply for a different partner.

"Bang."

This gaze was naturally caught by DeLuca. He slammed the table excitedly and looked at Ethan angrily: "What do you mean by these words? You hit me first while on duty."

"Now."

He spread his hands and said excitedly:

"Let you, a guy in plainclothes, threaten me again. Is this what Roman likes to do?"

If what the other party just said spreads out, his reputation will be ruined in the future.

He immediately shifted focus and emphasized what happened to him.

Then, another confrontation started.

There are still some contradictions between plainclothes officers and patrol officers. The former sometimes feel that they are superior to the patrol officers, while the latter feel that the things they do are no less than the former and no worse than the other officers.

As long as there is a conflict with plainclothes, the patrol will naturally report to the police.

When he spoke, his voice was much louder than before, just to attract the attention of the patrol officers who were having breakfast around him.

As his words fell, people glanced over with curious eyes.

However, some people quickly looked away.

Of course, there is also unkindness.

The same goes for DeLuca's partner. He lowered his face and said slowly: "Sorry, if you don't mind, we just want to have breakfast quietly."

It doesn’t matter who the other party is.

But now he is his partner, and the unspoken rules of the blue wall mean that no matter who is right or wrong, he will stand with his partner unconditionally as soon as possible.

Ethan smiled dumbly and shook his head helplessly.

Of course he can see through these little tricks, and this DeLuca can be considered a clever little guy.

"I think you misunderstood."

Ethan smiled slightly at DeLuca, spread his hands and said, "I am a friend of Burgess. I am here to reason with you. I hope you can make the right choice."

"OK."

Seeing that the other party gave in, DeLuca smiled proudly: "I'm listening to what you have to say."

"It's already said."

Throwing the napkin forward and covering it lightly on the sandwich, Ethan grinned and said, "I just hope you can make the right choice. By the way, I wish you a good morning."

After speaking, he took down the ten dollars.

Keep the change, please.

He waved his hand and walked outside: "The rest is a tip for you. I really liked your performance just now."

From what I hear, I think DeLuca is a stripper.

It ended like this without beginning or end, and Burgess was confused for a while, but she also laughed at Ethan's actions and walked out quickly.

"asshole."

DeLuca looked at the ten dollars and his hands were shaking with anger.

He grabbed it and wanted to tear it into pieces, but hesitated before stuffing it into his pocket.

Seeing this scene, his partner reluctantly picked up the orange juice.

"Who is this guy?"

DeLuca gritted his teeth and looked at his partner: "This is a threat. I must file a complaint against him."

"do not know."

The partner shrugged.

It can be said that the vast majority of the tens of thousands of police officers in the Chicago Police Department are strangers.

"I know."

At this time, a patrolman at the table next to him said cheerfully: "His name is Ethan Morgan, from the 21st Precinct. Yes, this is a threat. I suggest you file a complaint against him."

There was a flash of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Cough~"

DeLuca's partner choked on his orange juice and coughed sharply.

"Thanks."

DeLuca remembered the name in his mind and asked curiously: "You are a good person. By the way, which branch are you from?"

"Precinct 21."

The patrolman shook his head and ate the last bite of the pie: "That guy is a villain, I support you!"

After speaking, he patted his clothes and stood up.

Giving DeLuca a thumbs up, the guy strode outside, his shoulders still shaking slightly as he left.

"look."

DeLuca opened his hands to his partner: "Even the people in their branch don't like that guy."

"Jesus."

His partner wiped off the orange juice on his body and said with a strange expression: "Have you really never heard of this name?"

"Precinct 21, Ethan Morgan."

"No."

DeLuca shook his head, waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I don't care who he is, I'm the one taking charge this time."

"Um."

His partner gritted his teeth, frowned and said, "If, I mean if."

"How about you go apologize to Roman?"

"ah?"

DeLuca looked confused.