My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Precinct 21.

The noisy phone rang for a while and then quickly stopped.

The net has been cast.

Next, it’s time to wait.

Almost everyone had solemn expressions on their faces, silently dazed, and every time an accident happened to a colleague, everyone would hold back their anger.

Especially, this time it’s someone well known to everyone.

In the office, the coffee smells delicious.

After taking a big sip, Hank frowned and asked, "Do you think this matter has anything to do with Roland?"

"or."

Putting down the cup, he continued in a deep voice: "This is simply a revenge action by the Latin Monarch Gang. Their goods were robbed. Those gang members will not tolerate this kind of thing so easily."

"Bloody revenge is necessary."

"And Perry."

The voice paused for two seconds, and Hank gritted his teeth and said, "He was just an accident that affected him?"

Shooting law enforcement officers is sometimes a red line that cannot be crossed.

Many criminals dare not do such a thing, but sometimes this red line can be easily crossed. When core interests are affected, gang members are not afraid of arranging gunmen.

People from Roland's team killed people and looted goods.

If the people from the Latin Monarch Gang find out, they will definitely take corresponding revenge.

Their identities will no longer be taken into consideration.

"It's all possible." Ethan picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee silently: "This is exactly what we need to understand clearly."

There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

If it was Roland who did it, then the hidden dangers must be eliminated.

"Everyone."

A soft cry caught their attention.

Platt walked wearily up the stairs. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a stack of black rubber rings.

Everyone shook their heads and stood up, approaching her one after another.

Ethan couldn't remember how many times he had stopped using this thing, and his movements became more skillful, which made him sigh secretly.

"I spoke to Mrs. Perry on the phone."

Pilates looked at Hank, shook his head and said, "I don't know how to comfort him. After working for thirty years, he was shot on the street not long after he retired. It shouldn't be like this."

Hank didn't know what to say, so he could only pat the other person's shoulder comfortingly.

"all in all."

Platt sighed and spread his hands helplessly: "In life, no one knows when the accident will come."

"Details about the funeral."

She looked around and waved her hand: "I will tell everyone after I receive the notice."

After speaking, the female police chief went downstairs in frustration.

There are still many departments that need to be notified one by one. This is destined to be a busy and sad night.

Everyone in the intelligence team also returned to their seats one by one, waiting for the phone to ring. The other party never expected that their identity would be revealed so quickly, so they would find the person much faster than usual.

Ethan tapped the police badge a few times and returned to the office with Hank.

After sitting for a while, he bent down and opened the drawer.

One stack, two stacks.

He took out stacks of cash that had been kept in the space as a spare and piled it up on the table.

"You're crazy."

Hank didn't know what he was going to do, but he didn't stop complaining at all: "Who would put so much cash in the office like you?"

"you are wrong."

Ethan grabbed the pile of money and knocked it on the table: "This is a safer place than a bank vault."

"There's not enough firepower there."

Shaking his head helplessly, Hank picked up the cup. What he said was absolutely correct. If you wanted to come up and grab something, you had to deal with a large group of patrolmen and then break through the iron gate. Finally, there were several guns waiting above.

Coming here to rob is no different than committing suicide.

Grab the money and walk out quickly.

"Bang."

Put it firmly on Antonio's desk.

When the latter saw the pile of money, his eyes instantly glazed over and he raised his head blankly, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

"Here's fifty thousand."

Ethan patted the pile of money and shrugged: "I lent it to you, and the interest will be at the minimum standard. Let's buy the Matador Club tomorrow. No one knows when an accident will happen."

"Having a long-term stable income is indeed very important."

"Whether it's for you or your family."

Give only half of the money.

Antonio still needs to find a way to raise the rest. He can recruit a few more people to work with him. Interest is necessary and repayment is certain, which will make it easier for the other party to accept it.

It's not like it's a charity, just a favor.

The relationship will not change.

Looking at the pile of money, Antonio opened his mouth and shut it tightly.

He also found a lot of people today.

Horsted can offer up to ten thousand, while Roman can offer up to five thousand.

Rusek's pocket is cleaner than his face.

Atwater had a family to support and no way to invest the money.

The club would not always keep this opportunity for him, so Ethan solved a big problem for him with such a casual hit.

He stood up gratefully and extended his hand to the other person.

The two held each other tightly.

"Bang."

Another solid bump on the shoulder, all the words were lost in words.

The actions of the two fell into the eyes of everyone.

The sad and depressing atmosphere just now was suddenly diluted. Olinsky even put his feet up on the table, biting the candy with a smile. With such a person taking the lead in doing things, everyone would feel at ease.

"Chief Morgan."

Irene made a fuss and asked with a smile:

"I want to open a coffee shop. There are all kinds of delicious pastries everywhere in the shop. The business must be very good. How about you invest a little for me?"

"No, it's a loss-making business."

Ethan flatly refused and waved his hand: "Those things are probably not enough for you to eat alone."

"Hahaha."

There was a roar of laughter.

One of them burst out laughing.

Even Hank in the office couldn't help laughing.

This guy is a foodie. As long as there is the sound of eating in the street, eight times out of ten it will be Irene. Letting her open a shop like that is really not enough to cause trouble for her.

"asshole."

The female police detective became angry and threw balls of waste paper at her.

"Jingle Bell."

Just then, Antonio's cell phone rang.

Everyone subconsciously kept silent.

"Dawson."

"Um."

"I see."

"Thank you, I owe you one."

The call was quickly hung up. Antonio raised his head, frowned and said, "An informant of mine found out about the whereabouts of the drugstore. Good news. He is having fun at the Cave Bar in the West End."

"bad news."

He said in a deep voice: "This guy is in the Cave Bar in the West End."

"Um?"

Ethan spread his hands and asked questions.

"That's a gang bar." Antonio quickly explained: "It belongs to the superior gang of the Latin Monarchs, the territory of the Chicago Monarchs. That place is protected by the uncle of the drugstore."

"This is indeed bad news for us!" (End of Chapter)