My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Night had fallen by the time Eileen and Halsted returned from the trust.

All they brought back were a few hamburgers.

Nothing else.

I didn't get anything out of Anna Xie's office. After asking around with her colleagues and bosses, I found that there was nothing unusual about that woman's life. She was just an ordinary office worker.

I live a life of three o'clock and one line every day, and I rarely even socialize.

Things are in trouble.

I could keep up with Dennis Lee every time, but I was always one step behind him. I was really unlucky.

"Boss."

The door was knocked by Nadia, and the little girl whispered: "Someone is looking for you, saying his name is Deluca, a patrolman."

"oh?"

Ethan raised his head with a playful expression: "Let him come up."

A minute later, the door knocked again.

Today the patrolman and his partner appeared at the door, both looking a little nervous.

"Chief Morgan."

DeLuca put down his hand on the door and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, are you free to chat now?"

While talking, I couldn't help but look in.

In the luxuriously decorated office, the young police sergeant sat on a leather office chair, his slightly raised eyes gleaming.

There is an honor board hanging on the wall next to it.

The medals of commendation received from the Chicago Police Department are hanging on it, and they are colorful and beautiful.

The holster is on the table.

The silver slender barrel protrudes from the bottom.

DeLuca swallowed hard as he remembered the legend of this gun.

Compared to the restaurant, Sheriff Morgan was a little more powerful here, especially when he came in. The detectives looked serious, like a volcano erupting at any time, which made his legs weak.

Originally, I wanted to complain that I was being threatened.

As a result, with the introduction of his partner and some information he had learned, DeLuca's thoughts instantly dissipated like mist meeting sunlight.

Anyone who can do something like him is as cunning as a ghost.

But the more cunning a person is, the first thing he will be timid when meeting a guy who relies on his fists to talk.

Especially Sheriff Morgan’s achievements.

He has completely given up the idea of ​​causing trouble, and just hopes that the other party will not cause trouble for him. The patrol officer may not be afraid of plainclothes, but he absolutely cannot afford to offend a police chief, especially a powerful police chief with such a vicious reputation.

"Please take a seat."

Ethan smiled slightly and waved to the chair in front of him: "Do you need a cup of coffee?"

"No."

DeLuca was stunned for a moment, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The other party's reaction was completely unexpected. The police chief was not as ferocious as the rumors said. Some small thoughts emerged spontaneously, and his face became much more serious.

"listen."

Nodding to DeLuca's partner, Ethan looked at this guy with a smile: "I'm very busy now and in a bad mood."

"No matter what you come to see me for, just listen to me first."

"As a member of the Chicago Police Department."

He stretched out a finger and put away his smile: "I will give you this respect, and I will say some words. Before the end of today, you must withdraw the complaint against Officer Roman."

"Second point."

He stretched out a second finger and his eyes became cold: "You have to apologize to Officer Roman and you have to apologize to Officer Burgess."

"the most important is."

Ethan's tone became cold: "Go to the hospital and apologize to the little girl and her family."

“These two things, if done well.”

Narrowing his eyes, he continued: "This time I will pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, I guarantee that the scar on your lip will be the most insignificant."

"You are a threat."

DeLuca's face turned red and he clenched his fists angrily: "And he was threatening me personally."

He originally wanted to come up and say a few soft words to ease the situation.

Roman's complaint was withdrawn.

But to actually have to apologize on my own, or to apologize to a few people, is contempt and a naked humiliation of myself.

"That's right."

Staring at the guy with a red face, Ethan casually shook out his cigarette: "You heard very clearly, I just threatened you, how about it?"

His tone was arrogant, and his expression was full of disdain.

"Ding."

The lighter is turned on.

In his eyes, the fire kept beating.

"I can promise you one thing."

Covering the lighter, Ethan turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at DeLuca, slowly exhaling smoke from his mouth: "As long as I send out a threat, it will definitely come true, no matter what the identity of the other party is."

When the gun turned around, DeLuca felt frightened.

It was as if the person sitting across from him was not a police chief, but a gangster.

The back was soaked with sweat after being brushed.

He looked at his partner for help, but the other person was staring at the tip of the shoe, as if the dust on it turned into the pattern of a stunningly beautiful woman.

The frightening kill record time and time again has created a vicious reputation.

Moreover, the notorious Deputy Chief Hank Boyt is the other party's old leader. Sheriff Morgan seems to have continued the other party's style. There are many urban legends about Boyt.

Each one is quite scary.

But the guy across from him had killed many times more villains, monopolies and other criminals than Boyette.

DeLuca's partner's neck felt like it was welded to death at the thought.

"You can come to me."

Ethan smiled and opened the cigarette case again: "So I give you this respect and say it clearly in person. When you walk out of this office, I will not admit anything I said."

A cigarette, steadily stretched out.

The slender fingers looked extremely determined.

Just because of Roman, he wouldn't get so angry. What really makes Ethan angry is that this bastard knows that the little girl is almost unable to hold on anymore, and he doesn't want to save her, but he still wants to obstruct her.

If the other person doesn't understand, I guarantee he will stay in the hospital for a few months.

"Thanks."

After hesitating for a moment, DeLuca took the cigarette with trembling hands.

Although he was extremely reluctant, he knew what it would mean if he didn't accept the cigarette.

Although it was very bitter, he decided to give in.

I don’t even dare to mention compensation or anything.

"There is a discovery."

Outside, the mouse stood up and shouted excitedly to the office: "Come on, Jesse Kong seems to be doing something."

"Let's go."

After waving his hand, Ethan stopped caring about these two guys.

Seeing each other leaving the office, the two patrol officers breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, wiping away cold sweat.

There are no words.

Looking at the group of sullen people gathered behind the computer screen, the two guys quietly left.

DeLuca stumbled as he walked down the stairs.

His body shook and he was about to fall down.

"Be careful."

His partner quickly reached out and grabbed him, and said in a thirsty voice: "Damn it, I don't want to come to this place anymore, that's a mafia boss, and I don't want to offend that guy."

"Sorry, I tried my best."

"Um."

DeLuca groaned and pushed open the iron gate in a panic.

Who is not!