My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bill, please."

Ethan swallowed the last bite of the burger and snapped his fingers at the waitress not far away.

A twenty-dollar bill was held in his hand.

"I enjoyed your service."

He smiled at the protruding waiter and waved the cash: "This is a tip. I hope you will be in a good mood today."

"Hey~"

In the booth next to him, Lao Hei with earrings whistled: "Look, there is a rich man here."

"From the look of him, he probably made his money from strip clubs."

"Hahaha~"

Roaring laughter broke out, and everyone in Roland's team held their stomachs, looking overjoyed.

"Jesus."

Roland smiled and patted the shoulder of Lao Hei next to him, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I like this joke, I like it very much. It's the funniest thing I've heard this month."

Faced with this humiliation, the waitress quickly shook her head at Ethan.

Indicate that these guys are not to be trifled with.

Bear with it.

Ethan smiled and shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

"gentlemen."

The waitress first took the tip, then looked at the table in confusion, and whispered:

"The total cost of your meals here is."

“The meal will be paid later~”

Standing up with a smile, Ethan grabbed the chair: "I am friends with the police officers next to me. They will help me pay for the meal later. You don't have to worry about this."

"Bang."

The wooden chair fell firmly onto the aisle, and the back of the chair bumped against the edge of the table in the booth.

Looking at these people, he sat down with a smile.

When the waiter saw this, he sighed and left quickly.

"Hey."

The white man opposite Roland looked at Ethan as if he were a fool: "No matter what you want to do, I'm sure you are doing something stupid."

"this is only a joke."

On the left, Carter looked at Ethan and frowned and said, "Let's go!"

Good-hearted.

It's not in vain that Perry spent so much favor on him.

In this way, it is impossible to directly find Hank's head and let the intelligence team take over this case that is not a case. It is impossible to say that Perry does not owe some favors, or for Hank to clear up the favors he owes him.

In order for the other party to react normally, Carter did not have information from the intelligence team.

All he knew was that he asked Boyt for help.

In response, Ethan smiled slightly.

"Pa~"

The crisp slap resounded throughout the restaurant.

On the right side, the old black man with earrings threw his head aside, his cheeks swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a wisp of blood splashed onto the table with his teeth.

Those two teeth are rolling slowly.

Except for Lao Hei who was knocked unconscious by the slap, the four people in the booth looked at Ethan blankly.

For a moment, I couldn't react.

This bastard actually took action!

He actually made the first move!

How dare you!

Thoughts kept rushing through several heads.

"Assault on the police."

Roland roared and quickly grabbed the Glock on his waist.

As soon as he pressed the handle of the gun, his movements suddenly stopped.

There was also a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

The gleaming silver Python revolver was pressed on the table. The six-inch barrel looked particularly terrifying, and the black muzzle was pointed directly at him.

The opponent's finger was on the trigger.

"Don't move."

Ethan glanced at him happily, and at the same time looked at the others with the corner of his eyes, a cold voice sounded: "I suggest you don't move either, otherwise the consequences will be more serious than now."

It was business as usual in the restaurant.

It was normal for a conflict to occur in a place like this. People who didn't see it would not realize that the sound was a slap.

As for the gun, it's pressed against the table.

Coupled with the blockage of his body, he avoided the eyes of others.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Roland is also a ruthless character. He first warned others not to act rashly, and then shot Ethan with a fierce look: "Violently assaulting police officers and issuing death threats to law enforcement officers with guns."

"I don't need to explain what consequences that will bring, right?"

"Clang."

The silver five-pointed badge fell on the table, spinning around.

"Of course not."

Ethan smiled slightly again and tapped his finger on the trigger: "I know very well what the consequences will be."

Looking at the badge, the four suburban police officers were extremely confused.

I have thought that the other party is a lone trafficker coming to take revenge, or a gunman from some gang.

Never thought of it.

This person turned out to be a Chicago police officer! ! !

Carter's eyes changed slightly, he realized something, and then he closed his mouth tightly.

His move was not conspicuous here, and everyone else looked surprised. However, after seeing the police badge, the smell of gunpowder that was about to break out was much lessened.

After a moment of silence, Roland put down his hand on the back of the chair.

"All right!"

He looked at Ethan expressionlessly and asked in a deep voice: "What brought the Chicago police to a rural place like Jackson Park and injured my men?"

If you don't tell the reason, you can't let it go lightly.

Four people here.

There is absolutely no problem in beating this guy up.

"Come here today, I need an explanation."

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, and he banged the gun on the table: "What gave you the courage to go to the South District to rob a sole proprietor, and what gave you the courage to come to my territory to find food?"

"I hope you can find a better reason."

Staring at Roland, Ethan flashed his white teeth:

"Otherwise, I'm going to hurt someone this time. Believe me, next time I'll come over with an assault rifle and sink all of you motherfuckers who like to stretch their hands across the border into Lake Michigan."

The expressions of several people from the anti-independence squad became stiff.

It was obvious that this guy came here because of what happened last time. Unexpectedly, someone came to the door before the money was spent.

Or his peers.

And it sounded like he had taken something that belonged to him.

"Who are you?"

Roland clenched his fists and his eyes flickered.

"Precinct 21."

Ethan played with the python revolver nonchalantly and glanced at him coldly: "Intelligence team, Ethan Morgan."

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

If you stay in one place for a long time, your reputation and reputation will naturally spread.

Especially since everyone has almost the same system, any fierce person will mention it a few words and brag about who he has handled and what big cases he has handled.

This group of people dare to make plans for the Southern District, so they naturally have a certain understanding of it.

As the name popped out of his mouth, the expressions of several members of the anti-independence team suddenly became ugly. This was a murderous guy. No one had heard of him, but he didn't expect to be approached by such a person.

Looking at the silver python on the table, someone took a deep breath.

There must be dozens of people killed by this gun.

The other two people looked at Ethan fearfully, then turned to look at Roland.

The latter's face was as dark as water.

"correct."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This time it not only represents me, but also Hank Boyt."

"Both of us need an explanation."

One is a ruthless rising star, and the other is a notorious cunning old man, which has completely numbed the scalps of several people present.