My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The parking lot outside the 21st Precinct.

"Bump bump bump~"

The angry door slamming kept ringing, and a man hurried to the police station, preparing to launch a new round of investigation into the case.

Olinsky, in particular, walked with his fists clenched.

The whole person seemed to have become a detonator.

It explodes at one point and is very emotionally unstable.

"Erwin."

A voice sounded from behind, stopping his steps.

"Ethan."

Olinsky looked back and said impatiently: "This matter must have something to do with the Triads. We will bring Jesse Kong back for interrogation. He must know something."

There was no one around, so Ethan spread out his hands: "I will definitely check, but I will tell you one thing for sure."

"Jesse doesn't know anything."

Hank was right, Olinsky was in the wrong mood.

Some things cannot be hidden. The old enemy ran away, and the expectations of the victim's family were disappointed. This would have to torture him into a serious illness.

"What's the meaning?"

The other party's affirmative tone confused Olinsky.

"Let me put it this way." Ethan lowered his voice and said with some embarrassment: "Dennis Lee will not survive tonight. You don't have to think about some things. Just let me fool around with this case."

"Wo... special hair!!!"

Olinsky was stunned, angry and amused.

"you."

He shook his fingers at Ethan.

"I."

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"asshole."

All his words turned into whispered curses. He stretched out his hand like lightning and twisted Ethan's ears hard: "Damn it, couldn't you have told me earlier?"

"Shet, relax."

Ethan grinned and slapped his hand away, and said confidently: "If I told you, my reaction just now would not be so real."

"Don't think about it, that's just the way it is."

"Where?"

Olinsky looked around, gritted his teeth and asked, "How are you going to deal with that guy?"

"Hey."

Putting his arms around his shoulders, Ethan said with a hint of a smile: "You don't have to think about this matter. Young people are here to work. You old bones should go home early to spend time with your family."

"let go."

Olinsky pushed him away and said angrily: "No matter how big or small you are, you are too courageous, so you are not afraid of being found out."

They talk about it, but they actually care about it.

In my heart, I also gave up the idea of ​​committing evil acts with the other party.

As we get older, there are some things that we no longer want to participate in.

Just know the result.

His frown just now relaxed, and his whole body seemed to have been relieved of a heavy shackles.

"Hey."

Ethan quickly gestured: "Angry, dissatisfied, angry, this is what you should do."

"You don't need to remind me."

Olinsky glanced at him, returned to his angry look, and strode towards the steps, but this time his steps became much more relaxed.

"Ethan."

As soon as he returned to the reception hall, he was stopped by Pratt again: "Hey, I heard what happened. I'm very sorry."

"Don't worry, I have arranged for the patrol to look for clues."

"Thanks."

Ethan knocked on the reception desk to express his gratitude: "Some things are just as good as your best. The rest can only depend on luck."

"That's right."

Platt nodded with deep understanding and crossed two fingers at Ethan:

"God bless you!"

The intelligence team was unlucky enough. They had just arrested someone and before they had time to celebrate, this happened. They really needed a little luck now.

"call out."

She put down her hand again and said quickly: "Come out, we also need a little luck here."

A chubby middle-aged man walked out of the reception room next to him.

There was a hint of fatigue on the other person's face.

"Did it pass?" Platt grabbed the writing pad in his hand and asked impatiently: "Please, I really need some good news!"

"This is against the rules."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ethan and said calmly: "I can only say that I am very optimistic about this applicant."

"Yes."

The female police sergeant who received the reception clenched her fists and cheered:

"This is exactly what I need."

"gone."

Smiling at the female police chief, the man turned and left carrying a briefcase: "You can't believe how busy I am. I have three places to go. Let's have coffee together another day."

The opponent's steps were fast and he quickly disappeared from sight.

"This is for psychological testing."

Facing Ethan's curious eyes, Pratt said happily: "It seems that it won't be long before we have a new colleague."

While talking, Nadia limped out of the reception room.

When she came to the two of them, she gritted her teeth and took off her boots, and took out a thumbtack with a trace of blood on the sharp part.

"Shet."

Putting the thumbtack on the table, she breathed a sigh of relief: "This thing really hurts."

"As long as it's worth it."

Platt picked up the thumbtack with a tissue and threw it into the trash can. He said with a smile: "All the pain you experience will eventually lead you to the other side of success."

"Congratulations!"

Ethan stretched out his hand and smiled: "If my guess is correct, your psychological test has passed."

"Pa~"

When Nadia heard this, she immediately happily high-fived the two people.

"listen."

The female police chief quickly reminded: "There is still the last level, which is the physical fitness test. You can't let down your guard yet. Only when you defeat it is it time to celebrate."

"This is a big problem."

Looking at the other person's little arms and legs, Ethan slowly shook his head.

Sitting in the office every day, the assistant has no time to exercise. The physical fitness of this small body is quite limited.

"Damn it, don't hit her." Platt knocked on the table and glanced at Ethan dissatisfied: "Don't bring the bad mood from work with you. There are still a few weeks to prepare. She must be fine."

The latter smiled dumbly. It seemed that his ranking in the female police chief's heart had dropped one place.

"You don't have to work overtime at night from now on."

After thinking about it, Ethan gave his assistant some advice: "Just come here on time in the morning. The boxing club that Antonio often goes to has a discount for his own people. I'll ask him to apply for a membership for you."

"As for the funding, it comes from the group."

It’s just that running won’t have much effect, and some equipment training is also needed.

There, you can also learn some fighting skills.

It's a good choice.

"Thanks."

Nadia nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of gratitude.

She didn't have money for systematic training now. She knew about that boxing club. People from the intelligence team often went there to exercise, and she could learn a lot from them.

Pratt pretended not to hear these words of seeking power for personal gain.

He just happily signed the documents in hand.

Although it was depressing for the prisoner to escape, she had learned how to adjust her mentality after being a police officer for so many years.