My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Precinct 21.

The door closed weakly, and the people in the intelligence team walked up the steps with bared teeth.

Except for Rusek, everyone was severely beaten. If Ethan hadn't been afraid of affecting his work, no one could easily leave the ring.

The worst one is Nadia.

Others exercised regularly, and that level of exercise was still within the acceptable range. Now she only felt bursts of tearing pain in her body.

When walking, his posture is quite awkward.

The first group exercise of the intelligence team ended with this defeated army.

"I said."

Ethan smiled and bit the popsicle in his mouth, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's fun for everyone to exercise together. How about when can we do it again? How about tomorrow?"

"NO!"

The sounds of rejection came one after another.

Atwater even rubbed his numb butt and shook his head quickly.

"YES!"

The weak voice sounded strong, Nadia nodded heavily and said: "I will continue tomorrow, but can the intensity be lowered?"

"No problem at all."

Ethan looked at the others with disdain and complained mercilessly: "You bastards can't even compete with the youngest girl. We must continue tomorrow and just play with you for a few days."

Amid protests, everyone quickly walked up the steps.

Ethan slowed down and fell to the end with Nadia. Just now, the other party quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes, not knowing what was going on.

When the group in front walked up the stairs, Nadia lowered her voice:

"What are your plans in the next two days?"

"Huh?" Ethan was puzzled.

"Erin's birthday."

Nadia twisted her sore waist left and right, gritted her teeth and walked up: "Please, don't tell me you don't know such a thing."

"Hmm~"

Ethan covered his mouth and coughed dryly, acting as if it was natural:

"Of course I won't forget it. What do you think?"

It's Eileen's birthday in two days, and I really haven't thought about it.

Fortunately, the assistant reminded me.

"How about a surprise party for her?" Nadia rolled her eyes at him and said gushingly: "In the office on the second floor, we will arrange all the ribbons and fireworks tubes."

"When the time comes, you can call her out for a while. A few of us will be enough to prepare."

Surprise party.

This is a good idea.

Ethan reached into his pocket and took out a wad of cash from the space and handed it to Nadia: "Then I'll leave this matter to you. I'll pay for it. No need to save money, just buy more flowers."

"And food, she's a glutton."

There are three to four thousand people there, enough for a party.

"no problem."

Nadia took the money with a smile and made a snap with her fingers: "I will write down the amount, and I will return it to you if there is any excess."

"Also, I will buy the cake myself."

"Erin has helped me so much and this is the only thing I can do."

Being poor, the other party can still pay for a cake. Ethan doesn't argue with Nadia about this. Being grateful is a good thing and there is no need to dampen the other party's enthusiasm.

The two walked into the reception hall together, and Pratt spread his hands wide:

"Chief Morgan, what's going on with your group, why does everyone look like they've been hit by a truck."

"Shet."

She saw Nadia limping and asked quickly: "Why are you the same, God, it seems you need ice packs, lots and lots of ice packs!!!"

"Physical Training."

Nadia bumped her fist at the female police chief, grinned and said, "You're right, we were all hit by trucks."

"Here."

Signing to Ethan, she shook her head and smiled:

"This is the truck."

"damn it."

With a grunt, the assistant walked upstairs holding on to her waist.

"Morgan training model."

Ethan shrugged at the astonished female police chief, and extended his palm to the side: "Congratulations, I'm glad to see that thing put on you again."

"Thanks."

Roman touched the gun on his waist and held his hand with gratitude: "I know what happened, if it wasn't you."

"Don't say that."

Letting go of his hand, Ethan interrupted: "What you did is right and you shouldn't be punished."

Burgess and Roman were standing nearby.

The latter's gun has been put back into the holster and he is wearing a straight uniform. It seems that the guy named DeLuca has withdrawn the complaint, otherwise Roman would not be able to go to work normally so quickly.

"how did you do it?"

Burgess clasped his duty belt with both hands and said happily: "Druka came to me last night to apologize. He said he had a bad attitude in the restaurant. I hope I won't take it to heart."

To be honest, when DeLuca approached him, Burgess thought he was looking for trouble.

A sincere apology made her completely confused.

The only explanation is the person in front of me.

"I already said that."

Ethan smiled broadly: "The other party is a very reasonable person, as long as you can find a way to communicate with him."

"okay."

Platt slapped the table and waved: "Everyone is very reasonable. You should go on patrol as soon as possible. The shift change time has come."

Patrol cars are not allowed to stop on the streets of the South Side.

Walking around the streets no matter what happens, it can have a very good deterrent effect on potential criminals.

Several people here understand this truth.

Burgess made a face at Pratt and bounded up the stairs with his ponytail swung.

Shaking his head and smiling, Ethan turned around and started to go upstairs.

"Chief Morgan."

A hoarse voice sounded from behind, calling him repeatedly: "Wait a moment, we have something to discuss with you."

Oh, so formal.

Ethan narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman next to Hank.

This is a white, middle-aged, black-haired woman with very bright eyes, as if she can see through the secrets hidden deep in other people's hearts. Her face is very kind, and she does not seem to be aggressive at all.

"Let's talk inside."

Hank pointed to the reception room next to him and took the lead in walking in.

"bump."

After closing the door, he waved and introduced:

"This is the supervisor of the New York Special Victims Unit, Olivia Benson."

"Olivia."

Pointing to Ethan again, Hank introduced to the woman: "This is Ethan Morgan, the head of the intelligence team."

"Hello."

Ethan shook hands with the other person, with a smile on his face: "I remembered, I have worked with your colleagues before, Detective Rollins is right, right?"

It was a slender female police detective with waterfall-like blond hair.

Had a night of friendship with myself.

Very wild.

Thinking of this, a trace of unfinished meaning flashed in his eyes.

"That's right."

This flash of emotion was caught by Olivia. She raised her eyebrows and asked playfully: "Your friendship seems to be good. When I came back from the last business trip, I saw that her mood was much better."

"Hahaha."

Ethan laughed heartily and patted his chest: "Everyone who knows me knows that I like to make friends."

This woman is a bit scary.

He laughed and looked at Hank.

"Is such that."

Hank directly stated his purpose of coming, with an extremely serious expression: "We need to talk to Jay about the rape and arson case."

"Out of respect, I think I need to communicate with you in advance."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan looked at Hank in shock, his face full of puzzlement and confusion: "Did you make a mistake? You said someone raped Jianjie. I believe this. If it's the other way around, it's impossible."

Strong tip, Horsted.

These two words are impossible to combine. (End of chapter)