My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After a burst of rapid gunfire, Roland was riddled with holes.

Together with the sofa, it became tattered.

The smell of blood spread quickly.

Looking at the two people holding guns in front of him and looking at him with disdain, the corner of Roland's mouth slowly twitched.

At this moment, he realized.

My own methods are still not dark enough, at least not as dark as these two people.

With endless annoyance.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Ethan let go of his index finger that was holding the trigger and stretched out comfortably. Even if Director Perry didn't have anything to do with him and dared to send someone to ambush him, just for this reason, Roland would still have to die.

Money is just an unexpected gain.

I didn't like the bickering at the hearing at all.

Or this kind of thing is more convenient.

The two looked at each other and acted quickly. Ethan quickly stepped forward, picked up a bag and walked outside, while Hank arranged the scene. The two of them did not need any words, and they cooperated extremely smoothly.

Hiding things couldn't be easier.

Because of the gunfire, everyone dared to hide in the room, and the surveillance camera had been blown down by themselves.

After walking around for a while, he clapped his hands and returned.

At this time, the siren was already buzzing outside. No matter how slow the response of the Jackson Park Police Department patrol officer was, he came downstairs at this time.

Back in that room, Hank had just hung up the phone.

On the sofa, Roland had a pistol in his hand, and his expression was still unwilling.

"I just informed others to come over."

Hank shrugged and pointed to the coffee table with a smile: "This guy also has a second-hand preparation. He has a gun hidden under the table, which saves me some trouble."

"The room and him were checked, and there was no surveillance or eavesdropping."

He is pretty good at doing this kind of thing.

Only by eliminating hidden dangers can we talk about anything else.

After saying that, Hank looked at Ethan with some excitement. If it weren't for what the other party said, he might not have been careful. Dealing with the scene was a minor issue, and hiding the money was the most important thing.

This kind of place will definitely be searched thoroughly by patrol police and search teams afterwards.

In order to prove their innocence, they also need to undergo examination.

Hiding money is the most difficult thing.

Without this, everything is in vain.

"Done."

Ethan made an OK gesture and showed his white teeth: "Don't worry, even if it is found, it was hidden by Roland and has nothing to do with us."

The two of them chuckled, then quickly stopped smiling.

"CPD."

Facing the patrol policemen who were peeping behind him, Ethan raised his hand and showed his silver five-pointed police badge with dignity.

"aim."

"shot."

"boom."

A row of crisp gunshots echoed far in the cemetery.

The rising smoke quickly dissipated in the drizzle, and as the melodious Scottish bagpipes played, gunshots rang out again, a tribute to a veteran who had served the Chicago Police Department for thirty years.

Above the grave, the coffin was spread with the Stars and Stripes.

There were more than a hundred Chicago police officers in formal uniforms standing in the dark behind, and the atmosphere seemed extremely solemn.

"Bang~"

There was another row of gunshots, and the smell of gunpowder smoke had already reached his nose.

Ethan stood in the middle of the crowd. He raised one hand to the brim of his hat. The cold rain continued to fall, soaking the three arrows on the armband.

Around him were many colleagues from the intelligence team.

All dressed in formal attire, they came to see Perry off for the last time.

More than a week has passed since the Roland police incident. Mrs. Perry rejected the police department’s proposal for a funeral procession and demanded that everything be kept simple, which is why the small funeral scene was created.

Yes, on a small scale.

The original plan was to mobilize the entire city's police force and launch a police parade of at least 10,000 people on Chicago's Magnificent Mile.

After being rejected repeatedly by the other party, we kept it simple.

"shot."

"Bang~"

The sound of gunfire stopped, and more than a hundred people present also lowered their hands.

Looking at the large photo of Director Perry with a smile in front of him, Ethan shook the water stains on his clothes with emotion. The last time he wore this suit, the other party awarded him a medal of commendation.

Unexpectedly, I put it on again to see the other person off.

The Stars and Stripes were folded and delivered to Mrs. Perry.

The entire funeral is coming to an end.

As the crowd dispersed, Ethan and Hank also passed over the tombstones and walked towards the parking spot.

"When will you come back to work?"

Looking at Ethan, he scratched his wrinkled face with his hand.

"tomorrow."

Ethan took off his wide-brimmed hat and let the rain drip onto his face. After exhaling heavily, he said helplessly: "Damn, everyone has to see a psychiatrist. Why does it take me the longest!"

"Because you kill the most people."

Olinsky followed quickly from the side and said something unexpectedly.

With a dumb smile, Ethan shook his head helplessly.

The killing in the cave bar was so brutal that the intelligence team left more than twenty corpses. Although they did not face any accountability, after all, the matter was too high-profile and everyone was forced to take leave.

Director Fisher also arranged the standard procedures for psychiatrists.

It wasn't until I went to deal with it for the last time today that I got the certificate issued by the psychiatrist.

However, he took advantage of this period to take a few days to rest.

"correct."

Olinsky asked again: "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"Anyway, there are no cases today."

Patting Olinsky with a smile, Ethan strode towards the Cadillac on the roadside: "Come with us to the Riverside Road factory to play cards. I believe you will like it very much."

"ah?"

Taking off his big-brimmed hat, the old police detective looked at Hank with a puzzled expression.

The latter shrugged and said nothing.

Instead, he happily arranged his clothes and walked quickly to his vehicle.

in life.

There is sadness and there is joy.

As three cars drove into the Riverside Road factory one after another, Olinsky ushered in his happy moment.

When he saw Ethan taking out the large travel bag from the trunk, he thought of something first, and then looked at Hank. When the other party nodded excitedly, his breathing suddenly became heavier.

"boom."

Putting the travel bag heavily on the table, Ethan patted the bag cheerfully:

"This is a little gift from Roland."

"Uh-huh."

As soon as the zipper was opened, the green banknotes suddenly appeared in front of the three of them. He grabbed a handful of money and beat it in his hands: "I don't know the exact amount yet, but it's four, four and two. Erwin, you should be okay with it, right?"

Everyone is on their own, and points should be scored.

This is not something I did alone, so the situation is different. Now that I am eating it with Hank, it is only right that the oil and water should be equally spread.

However, this division is a bit particular.

Olinsky was undoubtedly the 20 percent, and he quickly realized it.

He said he had no opinion on this. (End of chapter)