My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 1165 1143+1 Black Police Trouble

"Ethan."

Hank hurriedly walked into the main room, breaking the early morning tranquility of the intelligence team: "Let's go to the office, there is a case that you need to handle."

"OK."

Ethan dusted the crumbs off his hands, threw the bag of chips to Erin, and jumped from her table.

The latter quickly took it and ate it happily.

Although she rested for two days, her body became more and more tired. She had no choice but to give Ethan a ban. He was not allowed to set foot in the apartment for a few days. She slept solidly for two days and finally returned to his original dazzling appearance.

Hank is the deputy director, and it is his job to assign cases.

The people in the intelligence team didn't think there was anything strange, so they continued what they were doing and would naturally have a briefing on the case later.

"sit down."

He closed the office door and threw a cigarette to Hank: "Just ask someone to bring it over. Why do you have to go there yourself?"

Light one for yourself and sit firmly in your office chair.

Whenever there are any cases, they are sent to us.

It was rare that Hank took it by himself. He was a man who couldn't take time off. Even if he had nothing to do, he had to find something to do. Apart from the occasional game of cards with his friends, there was no other entertainment.

"Perry found me."

Hank lit up his cigarette, frowned and opened the case file in his hand: "We need to help him and get this man out of trouble."

He took out a stack of photos and spread them on the table.

He stretched out his finger and tapped hard on the picture of one of the people.

Ethan chewed his cigarette and looked over. The people in this photo were all wearing dark blue uniforms with hexagonal police badges on their chests. The man who was knocked down by Hank was an old black man.

Also wearing uniform, with a faint smile on his face.

"Perry?"

The photos in the case file were all of law enforcement officers, which made Ethan murmur and look up at Hank.

Perry is their old leader.

He was a tall, fat old black man who was always full of anger when it came to cases involving the murder of African Americans.

He has a bit of a bad temper, but he also takes good care of himself.

"That's right."

Hank nodded and tapped the photo again: "This is Carter, Director Perry's nephew."

"Perry brought him to me last night and said that Carter was in trouble and wanted me to help. You know you can't refuse this kind of thing. I thought of a plan and I need you to execute it."

The old leader came to ask for help.

Hank really couldn't refuse, and he had to do things beautifully.

Spreading his hands, Ethan looked like he was listening.

"Shush."

The office door opened, and Ethan whistled to cheer everyone up.

He pulled out the blackboard again and posted a photo in his hand.

I thought it was some vicious guy, but when I saw the people in uniforms in the photo, everyone had the same expression as Ethan just now, they were all stunned and confused.

They all know that hexagon.

It's the logo of the suburban police station.

It almost belongs to our own people, and it has always been taboo to investigate our own people, and it is easy to attract strange looks.

However, I can post the photo.

Prove that these people have indeed committed something.

"listen."

While Ethan was writing the names of those people on the whiteboard, Hank looked at the intelligence team: "Director Perry's nephew Carter, he got into trouble with the black police over there in Jackson Park."

At this moment, Ethan wrote Carter's name on the photo of the old black man.

"This is Sheriff Roland."

Ethan put away his pen after marking next to a white man, and took over Hank's words: "Roland leads the anti-independence team, and all four police officers here are members of his anti-independence team."

The man had a mustache and a fierce face.

But it's normal. If you're trying to seize independence, you won't be able to control the situation if you don't look a bit fierce.

"According to information provided by Carter."

Patting the pen in his hand, Ethan curled his lips and said, "Roland, the anti-independence team, has been blackmailing the independent dealers in their jurisdiction. The latest news was just last week."

"This gang broke into our backyard and stole two hundred thousand dollars from a sole proprietor's den in our jurisdiction."

When he said this, there was a hint of grit in his tone.

His face was also very unhappy.

"God."

Eileen spread her hands and frowned: "Are these people crazy?"

"You dare to do such a thing."

"If that's true, it becomes armed robbery."

"Two hundred thousand dollars." Atwater shook his head and breathed heavily: "It seems that we are facing a group of greedy black police. With such a large amount, it is difficult not to be tempted except for Boss. .”

"I am a poor man."

Ethan raised his eyebrows: "I won't refuse two hundred thousand dollars."

The others pretended not to have heard these words.

"I remembered."

Antonio scratched his chin and recalled:

"I have a friend from over there, and he said that the Jackson Park Police Department's anti-independence squad vehicles should print theft on one side and robbery on the other."

"Instead of protecting the people and doing your duty faithfully!"

Boy, this is notorious.

Ethan shook his head and smiled. If the matter was done in such a high-profile manner, it was probably that Roland's brain was not working very well.

"Chief Roland."

Hank knocked on the whiteboard and continued: "I have investigated his situation. He was once a member of the Chicago police. His father was also the deputy chief and joined the anti-independence team just after graduating from the police academy."

"Roland has a bad reputation."

He curled his fingers and counted them one by one: "I have a bad temper and an irritable personality. I often enforce the law violently and have been complained about many times."

When he said this, Ethan looked at the ceiling blankly.

Try to control the curvature of the corners of your mouth.

Everyone else had their eyes wandering, looking at the floor or twiddling their nails.

These words are more like self-evaluation.

People who didn't know thought that Hank was introducing himself, and Irene couldn't help but hold her forehead and her shoulders shook slightly.

"Um!!!"

The words paused for two seconds, and Hank coughed heavily and said breathlessly: "In short, before Roland was investigated by the Internal Affairs Department, his father transferred this guy to Jackson Park through connections."

"My nephew Carter."

A rich voice sounded: "I have been working as a patrol officer in Jackson Park for the past two years."

Along with this sound, shiny braised eggs emerged from the stairs.

"Chief Perry."

The people in the intelligence team quickly stood up and shook hands with the visitor.

"Chief Morgan."

Perry held the hand of the young police chief in front of him, patted it with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Long time no see, you are more handsome than before."

"the same as you."

Ethan showed his white teeth and shook the other person's hand vigorously.

Unexpectedly, Perry came to the 21st Precinct early in the morning to follow up after asking Hank last night. It seemed that he took this matter very seriously.

The people in the intelligence team also cheered up.