My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

With Perry's arrival, everyone is much more focused.

"Carter is a good kid."

Perry lifted up his khaki jacket, put his hands in his pockets and said, "His behavioral record has always been very good. Six months ago, he was transferred to the anti-solitude team of the Jackson Park Police Department."

"At first, we all thought that was a good thing."

"Until Carter came to me a few days ago and told me the true situation of Roland's team. After a period of familiarity, those people were trying to drag him down."

"So, Carter chose to ask me for help."

He looked at everyone, his dark face darkening: "Sooner or later something will happen to Roland and his group. We need to bring Carter out before then."

"soon."

Director Perry's rich voice continued: "Those people will find out that Carter is not with them. I don't want to see an accident happen to my nephew."

In the same team, another two hundred thousand dollars was discovered.

Then, Carter must know something.

If Roland discovers that Carter has second thoughts, it is not impossible to kill someone in order to eliminate the hidden danger. This is why Director Perry seems anxious.

These people dare to extort and rob even sole traders.

Arranging an accident for Carter is not a big deal.

"OK."

Horsted scratched his ears: "What should we do next?"

"It's very simple." Hank waved:

"You first investigate the information of everyone on the whiteboard and find a suitable target within our jurisdiction. Ethan will be responsible for playing the role of a black policeman and contacting Roland."

"We're going to do a trick where a gangster talks to a gangster."

Hank already had a plan in mind on how to deal with those people. He repeated what he just said to Ethan: "We will set up a trap and catch those people when they do it."

"By the way, we can also clean up the streets."

Those black police officers are not stupid.

They will definitely investigate the situation before taking action, so they must find a real peddler's den and attack it.

Hank's plan can be regarded as killing three birds with one stone.

"I have a question."

Rusek raised his hand and asked cautiously: "Logically, Director Perry, you should be able to transfer Carter away, right?"

"That's not the point."

Hank waved him off and said sullenly, "Just do your job, Officer Rusek."

Such a formal title made Rusek shut up quickly.

This kind of thing is not what he should ask.

In fact, Ethan also asked Hank about this. One is that it takes time, and the other is that he must take the opportunity to get rid of this black police team. If the front foot is transferred, something will happen to the back foot.

Everyone knew that something was wrong with Carter.

Not only will you face retaliation afterwards.

Similarly, Carter will bear the reputation of a rat, and it will be difficult for him to survive in the police circles around Chicago.

Although, he did the right thing.

But with this kind of behavior of stabbing one's own people in the back, no one can trust him anymore.

The investigation work was carried out immediately and in an orderly manner.

The specific action plan was decided in a few words. It was not difficult to do it internally and externally, and it was considered child's play for the intelligence team.

The next morning, Ethan drove to the West End alone.

The jurisdiction of the Jackson Park Police Station is on the outskirts of the West District. According to the intelligence provided by Carter, the people in their team eat breakfast at a fixed time and place every morning.

This time, he was going to carry out his own mission.

As for how to play the role of a black policeman.

Hank wasn't worried about this, he just asked him to restrain himself.

In response, Ethan raised his middle finger.

Cadillac came to a restaurant and parked the car in the open space next to it. He shook the car key and pushed open the glass door, and Shi Shiran walked in.

At this time, the hall is full of customers.

The aroma of food filled the air, and the restaurant was noisy.

I found a small square seat in the middle and sat down.

Three candied omelettes, fried bacon, grilled sausages, three-layer beef burgers and a large glass of orange juice are all you need for a simple breakfast.

He folded the menu and handed it to the waitress with a handsome smile:

"Can you please hurry up?"

"I'm a little hungry."

"certainly."

The waitress smiled slightly, swung her butt and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Some small conveniences in life always make people feel happy. It wasn't until the other person's back disappeared into the curtain that Ethan looked back regretfully, saying that he could tip more later.

Real happiness is when everyone is happy.

The fragrant breakfast was served one after another. Ethan rubbed his hands, grabbed the knife and fork and started eating.

"Boom."

The bell rang, and five burly men burst into laughter and pushed the door open.

The hexagonal police badge hanging on the chest swayed back and forth, and the Glock on the waist was very conspicuous, appearing clearly in front of strangers. Several people walked with swagger, and people in the aisle dodged again and again.

It was Roland who was in charge.

He has short gray hair, short beard, and wears a military green jacket.

The four people behind were all in plainclothes, and Chief Perry's nephew Carter was also among them, but he was at the end, following a few people as they walked in.

Sometimes a person's status can be known by looking at their stance.

Carter is obviously a newcomer in this team and has little say.

A group of five people walked directly to Ethan and stopped in front of a booth by the window. Roland pressed his hands on the table and looked directly at the man sitting alone on it: "Sir, would you mind changing seats? "

"do not mind."

The shaking police badges and guns made the man shake his head quickly.

He quickly grabbed the plate and left carefully.

"Hahaha."

Several people laughed, fist-bumped and sat down.

Seeing this, Ethan shook his head slightly. This style was no different from that of gang members. Perry was right. It was only a matter of time before these people were investigated.

These people are regulars and don’t need to order.

He waved to the waiter and started talking.

What they said was that some of the tyrants who had offended them were being used to clean up honest matters, without any regard to the fact that this was a public place, and they looked extremely domineering.

The people around him all looked at him strangely.

But these guys don't care at all.

"You won't believe it."

Roland put his arms on the back of the booth, shook his legs and said, "That guy is nearly two meters tall, weighs almost three hundred pounds, and is waving a small pistol, as if he is a big shot."

"Jackson and I took a snow pick and dug directly into his head."

"In the end, no matter how cruel he is."

"I can only cry and look for my mother!"

"Hahaha."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people in the booth laughed loudly, as if it was something very funny.

Carter, who was sitting diagonally across from Ethan, quickly smiled along with him.