My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When we returned to the police station, it was already dark.

Hank was right.

If he attacks Roland at this time, he will definitely be suspected.

You can only endure it for a while.

We can only wait for the storm to pass before making plans.

After provoking such an enemy, Ethan will not let him go easily and will definitely find a way to eliminate the hidden danger.

Still, it's up to Perry.

If he could convince Carter, getting Roland in wouldn't be a big problem.

The results of the hearing have been sent back to the intelligence team. After working for a while but being easily escaped by the other party, everyone here was a little discouraged, but the energy quickly increased as Ethan and Hank went upstairs.

Both of them were holding full lunch boxes in their hands.

Needless to say.

Tonight is the time for Da Kuo Lao to pay out of his own pocket again.

"come on."

Ethan put the bag on Nadia's almost empty table: "I know you are in a bad mood, so I will give you something to cheer you up."

"Oh ho~~~"

When she saw the blackened beef ribs, Irene screamed excitedly: "Do you think that if the case was never solved, would we have dinner like this every day?"

"Um."

Ethan nodded, pinched a piece of beef brisket and stuffed it into her mouth: "The case has not been solved, and soon our group will have to drink the wind blowing from the northwest."

That's her, if anyone else dares to say that.

Gotta get Hank's death stare.

"Why is the wind blowing from the northwest?" A large piece of fragrant and soft beef brisket filled Erin's mouth. She chewed a few times quickly, swallowed hard and then asked curiously:

"Isn't it because the wind from the southeast doesn't taste good?"

Others looked to Ethan and were also curious about the answer to this question.

"tasty."

Ethan's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to protect the food: "Then I will eat all these by myself. You can go to the southeast and taste the taste of the wind carefully."

"Oh oh oh~"

There were exclamations, and seven or eight arms kept waving, grabbing and grabbing.

Suddenly it became noisy.

In fact, when it comes to food, Ethan always reserves more than less. Just now, he asked Pilates to leave a large box for Burgess at the reception desk. There is still a lot left here.

But as for food, sometimes it tastes better if you eat it quickly.

"Boss?"

Atwater was able to save more than ten dollars on meals, and he became cheerful, but he still frowned and asked, "Is this the end of the matter? Any normal person would know that there is something wrong with Roland's team."

"correct."

Rusek also followed up his words: "And the 150,000, what was said about this money at the hearing?"

Others cast inquiring glances.

"It cannot be used against them."

Ethan shook his head and said: "After all, the most critical witness didn't show up, and the other party's lawyer is very powerful. With us, it's a dirty sum, but with them, it can be a deposit for doing business with me."

"It makes no sense to have different opinions, and there is no third party to testify."

"Shet."

Horsted couldn't help but cursed:

"What is Carter doing? Since the decision has been made, why should he back down temporarily?"

"There's only one possibility."

Antonio took a big bite of beef and said silently: "While sending Roland to prison, he himself will also face the consequences of entering prison."

"This makes no sense." Olinsky shook his head:

"Carter, who robbed two hundred thousand dollars earlier, has already told Perry that if there were other troubles, why would this guy choose to ask his uncle for help without making the matter clear."

"That's right."

Everyone nodded silently, this was also the unclear part.

"No. 219?" Ethan twisted his head and looked at Antonio: "How is the investigation going on the information Roland said?"

"Survey."

The handsome middle-aged man pointed to his eyes, which were streaked with blood: "This is a temporary result."

Chicago is a large city with a population of several hundred.

There are countless street number plates, and although they must be linked to some crime, they are not easy to find.

So not only Antonio, but also most of the others were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Nothing but tiredness.

Ethan could only tell them to continue after eating. What happened on No. 219 is very important. Once you find out, you will know why Carter's attitude changed.

"Dingling bell~~~"

At this time, Hank's cell phone rang.

He took the paper towel from Erin and wiped the grease on his hands before pressing the answer button: "This is Boyette."

After listening for less than two seconds, he quickly pressed the speakerphone.

"... With Carter, he has been thinking about today's events for a long time." Perry's dull voice continued on the phone: "What I want to say is about the transcripts and witnesses."

"He didn't want to get involved anymore."

"Director."

Hank raised his hand to silence everyone, and his hoarse voice was a little urgent: "You know this matter very well. If Carter didn't testify, those people would be free."

"They're free, aren't they?"

Perry sighed softly and said in a low voice: "Today we watched those people walk out of the conference room."

Listening to this tone, I don't want to pursue it at all.

Not only Hank, but everyone frowned. He was the one who asked for help, and now he was the one who temporarily backed down. This was a bit unreasonable.

"Please."

He tightened his cheeks and said, "Where are you? I'll go talk to him."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few seconds.

"Wacker Street."

Perry's voice sounded: "There is a Miller's Bar not far away. I'll wait for you there."

"good."

Hank threw away the tissue, shook his head and said, "I'll go there now."

"Bang bang bang~"

Several muffled sounds suddenly rang out from the loudspeaker of the mobile phone, followed by the sound of the phone clattering to the ground. This sound made everyone present tremble.

Shotgun, no question.

"Perry???"

Hank stood up suddenly and shouted: "Speak, what happened?"

"Bang~~~"

What responded to him was a few crisp sounds from the Glock.

This sound caused Chase to become silent, and a pair of eyes stared blankly at the phone in Hank's hand.

"Clang~"

As soon as Ethan moved, the space on the street was like a frying pan, and almost everyone quickly dispersed. Some took pistols from their desks, and others called the nearest patrol officer to rush for support.

Everyone looked panicked.

Gunshots represent danger.

That was a director-level figure. If someone shot him in the street, it would be a big deal.

"mouse."

Ethan jumped down the stairs in two and three steps and shouted loudly: "Investigate that damn No. 219, no matter what method you use, I need to know all its information, now!"

Rumbling footsteps sounded, and a group of people followed him and rushed downstairs quickly.

In a blink of an eye.

Mouse was left alone in the room.

He stared blankly at the remaining half of the meal, picked up a piece of beef ribs, ran to the computer, and quickly got busy. (End of chapter)