My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A group of people followed Ethan out of the house huffing and puffing.

Inside the Cadillac, the rat's face was glowing and he was typing something on his laptop.

He didn't want to go in with these people.

There was no need to guess what was going on in the house. He had seen enough of this in Afghanistan, and now he would avoid it if he could.

"Yo."

Noticing his colleague walking out of the room, Mouse picked up the computer:

"I had nothing to do just now."

"I located Yates' cell phone signal. He is in an apartment in the West End. Maybe you can use it."

He is adapting to the style of the intelligence team.

There is nothing wrong with doing things first.

"Well done."

Ethan nodded with satisfaction and quickly opened the car door: "Guide the way. Let's go and take this bastard back to the police station now."

Everyone else, get in the car quickly.

Horsted even gave a thumbs up to his old comrade before getting into the car.

Several cars came faster and left even faster.

Accompanied by the roaring siren, he plunged into the night and headed straight to the West District.

"CPD!!!"

"Bang."

With two sharp shouts, the front and rear doors of a two-story house were broken open at the same time, and several people rushed in quickly.

Ethan followed at the end with a sullen face.

There was not a blip on the radar. It was obvious that Yates was not in the house, at least not alive.

"Safety."

There were shouts.

"it's here."

Erin's shout caused everyone to quickly gather in the kitchen.

"only this."

She looked at Ethan and Hank, picked up the phone abandoned on the ground, and shook it helplessly.

"Search the whole house."

Ethan let go of his hand on the gun handle and gritted his teeth and said, "Give the phone to Mouse and ask him to crack it as soon as possible and find out what we can use in it."

"receive."

When everyone heard this, they immediately dispersed.

Only Ethan, Hank and Victoria were left.

"He knows that we will track the phone." Olivia licked her lips and looked at Hank: "He also knows that we will come looking for him. If this is a game, asking Erin out is just the first step."

"The girl who was burned to death just now is the second step."

"Now, it's step three."

"Then." Erin strode back and gritted her teeth and said, "There must be a fourth step. We are like angry bulls, being teased around by the matador."

"There is no need to crack the phone."

She stretched out her hand and the phone's screen lit up: "It's not locked at all. Yates saved us the trouble."

"Everything inside is formatted."

"It just has my number on it."

Behind Eileen, the mouse also walked in.

He shook his head and said, "I can try to recover the data, but that will take time. The important thing is that he can keep the phone, and there probably won't be anything useful."

"What does he want to do?"

Ethan and Hank said the last sentence in unison.

With so many things going on, Yates's work will not be in vain. He must want to do something.

Now, this is the headache.

"Boss."

Several people stepped on the stairs, and Antonio was the first to jump down the stairs: "Just like here, the rooms upstairs are empty, thickly covered with dust, and no one has lived in them for a long time."

"Go back to the police station."

Ethan held the phone and said in a deep voice: "The mouse will restore the data as soon as possible, and we will investigate the information about this house."

"Arrange for patrol officers to go to his residence to check."

"No matter what Yates plans to do, find the person and control him first."

Staying here has no effect.

The top priority now is to find someone.

As everyone walked outside, Olinsky's cell phone rang rapidly. He saw that it was an unfamiliar number and pressed the button.

Just as I was about to put it back in my pocket, the number came back.

"This is Olinsky."

Quickly walking down the steps, he reluctantly pressed the answer button.

Soon, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What trailer?"

"Illegal parking, I don't know what you are talking about?"

"cake?"

"Asshole, do you know who you're calling?" Olinski got very angry and yelled: "What a damn cake, leave your name and see if I don't kick your ass."

"Uh-huh."

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the phone was snatched away by the person behind.

"cough."

Ethan took Olinsky's cell phone, coughed slightly and said, "This is the Chicago Police Department, Chief Morgan of the Intelligence Group of the 21st Precinct, who are you?"

Ahead, Erin stopped.

She turned around and squinted at someone.

"Ha ha."

Rusek slapped Olinsky in the face, pointed to the sky and said, "The weather is really nice. Look, there are stars everywhere."

"Yeah, yeah~"

Everyone, including Hank, echoed.

Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, Erin put her hands on her waist and gritted her teeth.

"Don't you dare touch that car."

Just when several people were embarrassed, a roar came from behind: "Swear to God, I will put all the bullets in the pistol into your head."

"Before I come over."

Ethan held the phone tightly and shouted sternly: "Watch the damn scene."

After hanging up the phone, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"5'5", brown hair."

Ethan threw the phone to Olinsky and ran quickly to the Cadillac: "Fuck Fuck, Yates' target is Nadia!!!"

After being stunned for less than a second, the few people here suddenly dispersed.

The sound of the door slamming sounded.

With several roars in succession, the mobile vehicles rushed forward crazily.

"Uh-huh."

There was a sharp sound of brakes.

The staff of the tow truck company raised their heads in horror. A Big Mac rushed over with great force, leaving long braking marks, and finally stopped barely one meter away from them.

His vision went dark and he sat down on the ground.

"Farke."

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he continued to yell.

The sound of messy footsteps sounded.

Seven or eight people rushed towards him with evil spirits, frightening him into silence.

These fierce-looking guys stopped in unison and stared blankly ahead.

Not far away, a car parked diagonally at the intersection.

The driver's door opened, and a huge cake fell to the ground. Several night birds were flapping and jumping on it, pecking at the rare delicacy.

"Happy birthday."

"Lind..."

The remaining words have been smashed beyond recognition.

"NO, NO, NO."

Eileen swayed a few times, murmuring in her mouth and walking forward, her feet a little floating, as if she was walking on clouds.

"It must not be her."

Feeling someone supporting her, Eileen turned her head subconsciously:

"She must be in an emergency."

"That's right."

Breathing heavily, she grabbed the other person's arm and said, "Nadia must be in an emergency and rushed back to the police station?"

Her nails dug deeply into the other person's arm, and Erin roared loudly:

"answer me."

“Yes or no!!!”

Ethan had no words.

He just looked forward expressionlessly, staring at the smashed cake. (End of chapter)