My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Intelligence Unit.

In the large passage room, there is another air pressure.

Everyone was glum, frowning as they processed the few evidences in their hands. The phones kept ringing, and surveillance videos from the vicinity of the crime scene were transmitted one after another.

However, there are also fishermen.

Olinsky looked like he was keeping strangers away, but he was biting the candy canes with great interest.

The surveillance video in front of the screen kept playing, but his eyes were empty.

Just now, Erin found him.

The female police detective gave him the information about Lexi's boyfriend found in the mouse investigation. Her parents both had legitimate careers, they were from a middle-class family, they had no criminal record, and they played the bass very well.

These also made him tangled.

The balance in my heart began to tilt slowly.

When Ethan walked up the stairs, what he saw was a busy scene. These people were either holding back their anger or struggling. This emotion was all caused by himself.

"Shush."

He felt a little embarrassed and blew his whistle vigorously.

"listen."

Looking at everyone who raised their heads, he put down his finger: "No one wants to see this happen, but there is no way. Since this situation has already happened, we have to accept it."

"I know you're feeling bad, but get over it."

“The investigation of that investigation.”

He waved heavily and pointed to some Franklins on Erin's table: "Don't let go of the life you should enjoy. Remember, none of us are losers."

"especially."

Grabbing Nadia's hand, Ethan raised it high: "We have another champion tonight."

"She has passed her psychological exam."

"This is a moment worth celebrating, please be happy."

In Nadia's opinion, this was an inconsequential matter, but it was promoted in such a big way by Ethan, and her face couldn't help but blush.

However, after some impassioned speeches, these people became much more relaxed.

Although he was still holding back his energy, he was still able to see things away. Rusek took the lead and clapped his hands vigorously to Nadia, followed closely by the mouse, and the silent passage suddenly became noisy.

"Boom~~~"

Bursts of dull sounds echoed on the silent lake.

The water surface was broken, bringing up waves.

"You're right."

Jiabo lay comfortably on the sofa on the front deck, took a sip of red wine and said: "The starry sky over Lake Michigan is indeed beautiful. If there are not those two motherfuckers here, it would be better to have a few more models."

"Woooooo~"

There was a muffled groan, and the two sacks in front kept twisting.

“There are so many opportunities.”

Ethan stopped the boat and let it float on the lake: "After tonight, you can play whatever you want."

In two or three strokes, he came down from the flying bridge area.

"Bang."

He opened the beer bottle, took a big sip, and then turned into a line of water and poured it into the lake.

The movements were a bit weird, with three horizontal lines drawn.

"What are you doing?"

Jiabo threw a grape into his mouth without knowing why. He curiously walked to the guardrail and looked down.

The lake was foaming, and the areas where the light didn't hit were dark.

It looks a little scary.

"fine."

Shrugging, Ethan threw the beer bottle into the trash can: "There is a friend down there who likes to drink beer. He's already here, so why not give him a toast!"

"Fuck Fuck."

Jia Bo trembled all over and cursed loudly: "I don't want to know what happened at all. Get it done quickly. If you dare to bring me here when you go out to the lake to play in the future, I will kill you."

What a bastard, either a shootout or a dead body.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Ethan took out a folded plastic sheet from the storage box next to him: "Hurry and unfold it for me, so it doesn't get dirty soon."

"asshole."

"Always let me do this kind of work."

Following Jabber's muttering, an area was quickly laid out on the front deck.

Ethan threw the clothes aside and said without looking back: "Don't look at me like that, or I will throw you into the lake to feed the fish."

Looking at the sculpture-like body, Jia Bo poured red wine into his mouth in one breath:

"Tch, I'm not interested."

"Don't ask me to help you with the next thing. I don't want to have nightmares."

After a reluctant look, he walked into the yacht carrying a bottle of red wine. After a burst of frantic punk rock, Jia Bo took a big gulp of the bottle and followed the lead singer of Sum41 howling like a ghost.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sack was untied, and the people inside appeared one after another, and their mouths sealed by tape let out desperate screams.

"Hey hey hey."

Ethan squatted down with a smile, and a cold light from the ax blade touched Dennis Lee's face: "Mr. Li, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I think you must miss me when I wear the police badge."

"Now, I'm helping those six girls get back some of the things they deserve."

"You wouldn't mind, would you?"

A ray of blood slowly flowed down from the other person's face, and his eyes also glowed with bloodthirsty light.

The early morning sun shines through the branches and leaves of the trees on the roadside, leaving spots of light on the cars.

"bump."

The sound of the door closing sounded, frightening several birds that were jumping back and forth on the trees to flutter their wings.

"Pa~"

The unknown object fell, leaving a string of white marks on the shiny hood.

"Waterfa."

Ethan pointed his middle finger at the sky and cursed.

He shook his head and strode aside.

After resting for most of the night, he no longer looked sluggish like yesterday and became energetic.

Familiar cars were parked on the roadside.

When he came to a building converted from an old factory, he stopped and looked up.

"The Matador Club."

The signboards are two boxing glove-style patterns one behind the other.

This boxing training club is where Antonio and others from the intelligence team often come to exercise, but this is the first time for Ethan to come here.

Usually, he exercises at home.

But last night at Molly's Bar, when he mentioned that he wanted to get a membership for Nadia, everyone else started booing, accusing him of not actively integrating into the team and always enjoying the abominable capitalist life alone in Hyde Park.

With all this coaxing, he had no choice but to come over and play with these guys.

"Dong~"

The old glass door hit the brass bell, attracting the attention of a bald man behind the counter, who cast a questioning look.

Throwing the backpack behind him, Ethan raised his eyebrows and said:

"I'm Ethan Morgan, Antonio should help me get the paperwork done."

"Chief Morgan."

The fifty-year-old man stood up quickly and said cheerfully: "I have heard of your name a long time ago. I am the owner of this training club, Hopkins. I was also a sergeant in the Chicago Police Department." .”

"Hello."

Ethan also laughed and shook hands with the other party.

It turns out that this is also a blue club. No wonder Antonio often encourages him to come here to exercise.

The boxing gym is not big, only one floor.

They are all made of mottled red bricks, and there are old posters pasted on the walls, all of which are related to boxing. It looks like they are old.

The sound of hitting sandbags kept ringing.

Sunlight shines in through the glass windows, and floating dust slowly floats in the air.

"Dawson."

The old sheriff yelled inside, smiled at Ethan again, turned around, picked up the newspaper and sat down. (End of chapter)