My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Taking the wad of money handed over by Ethan, he took a deep sniff.

The fragrance of banknotes is extremely intoxicating.

"Haha~"

A smile suddenly filled his unshaven face. Olinsky excitedly opened his arms to Ethan and hugged him tightly: "I don't have any objections. You didn't have to tell me."

"Damn, that's a good way to hide it."

Silently, these two guys took out a bag of money.

This thing is such a surprise.

He was both happy and moved now. As he said just now, he could completely hide this matter from himself, but they did not choose to do that.

I did nothing, so I got 20% in vain.

Nothing else to be dissatisfied with.

After slapping Ethan a few times, Olinsky was so excited that he hugged Hank.

The protection money he usually gets is actually not that much. After all, Hank has to split a large part of that money, and the money is just equivalent to receiving a generous salary.

Now I am just filled with joy.

The three people worked together to count out the money in the bag, and found a total of 823,520 yuan.

Ethan and Hank each took 328,000, and pushed the rest to Olinsky.

I took most of it and didn’t care about the three melons and two dates.

After the pile of money was divided into three thick piles on the small round table, the playing cards were distributed, and the aroma of whiskey began to spread.

Smoke curled up from the scarlet cigarette butt.

Accompanied by the sound of dripping rain on the shed, the three of them took a break from their busy schedule to enjoy this rare and pleasant time. The sadness caused by the funeral quickly disappeared as the playing cards were thrown out one after another.

"Oh ho~"

Walking into the reception hall, Ethan spread his hands in surprise: "What's going on? Have I come to some supermarket?"

I came to work every few days and the reception hall was noisy.

Twenty or thirty people were talking here, and it was as noisy as a vegetable market. Many old black people started talking, and it felt like they were in a street hip-hop scene, and their ears were buzzing.

At the reception desk, Pratt was also very anxious.

"Serial car accident."

Burgess twisted his waist and walked by, shrugging helplessly: "Plus the weekend, it has become what it is now. By the way, welcome back!"

"Hey."

Looking at the crisp patrol uniform, Ethan smiled and said, "Aren't you going to give me a welcome hug?"

"No time."

The female patrolman pushed him away and walked quickly to the side: "Hey, are you two going to fight at the police station?"

Last night, the two of them played a game of police catching eels.

There was another noise early in the morning.

Burgess already felt low on energy and had no intention of dealing with this guy anymore.

After smiling, Ethan walked upstairs.

"gentlemen."

At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from beside him and grabbed him, and an urgent voice sounded: "Excuse me, do you work here?"

Controlling his fist, Ethan looked to the side.

This is a tall white man with thick blond hair and wearing a gray jacket. He looks extremely anxious and is carrying a heavy backpack.

"That's right." Ethan nodded.

"My daughter is missing." The man looked happy and said quickly: "Sarah Fraser, she has been missing for three months. I need your help, please!!!"

"All right."

After looking at Pratt who was busy, Ethan stopped and said:

"how old is she?"

"18 years old."

Frazier saw the other person's expression change slightly and quickly explained: "OK, I understand what you mean, but my daughter has never been away from home for so long. I'm worried that she is in danger."

As he spoke, he quickly opened his backpack.

"listen."

Ethan grabbed this guy's hand and said in a deep voice: "I understand how you feel, I really do, but please be patient and wait for a moment. The receptionist will help you handle it."

"I'm very sorry, this needs to be done according to procedure."

He thought it was a missing child, but once he heard about the age of 18, he lost interest.

It’s not that those over 18 have no human rights.

In this country, no one knows how many people go missing in a year.

Many of them are eager to get rid of the control of their families when they reach adulthood, and go to big cities to work alone. During this period, they silently lose contact with their families.

This man's daughter is most likely to be in the same situation.

"No."

Fraser knew what he was thinking as soon as he heard it, and said hurriedly: "It's not what you think, my daughter is not that kind of person."

"Yo, Boss."

At this moment, a shout came from the side.

The mouse held a piece of paper and shook it at him: "I have a document here that I need you to sign."

"Feel sorry."

Ethan clapped the white man's hand and said in a deep voice: "I still have some things to do. Please be patient. The receptionist is a very responsible person. I believe she will provide you with a solution."

"Hey, Platt."

He turned around and waved to the female police chief: "This gentleman has a missing person case, please remember to deal with it later."

"uh-huh."

Pilates glanced up and made an OK gesture.

Although he was unwilling to do so, Frazier reluctantly let go of his hand and continued to return to the bench to wait anxiously. No matter what, there was a little progress.

"This is an application for a new type of monitoring equipment."

Coming to the side of the mouse, the latter handed out the paper and continued: "It requires the signatures of both you and Sheriff Pilates."

"Yeah." Ethan took the pen and danced on it:

"She's very busy. You may have to wait for a while."

He threw the pen to the mouse and patted his shoulder: "I forgot to tell you, I did a good job on the 219th. I'm slowly getting started. Keep it up."

With a stable job and income, the mouse is no longer the same.

No more slovenliness.

The whole person is dressed freshly and refreshingly, which makes people feel much more comfortable.

"Thanks."

The mouse scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed.

Hit the police badge and quickly go upstairs.

A relatively strong scent of perfume wafted out from around the corner. When he smelled this smell, he quickly accelerated his steps.

The assistant was sitting on the chair, filling out reports one after another carefully.

"Hey."

He reached out and rubbed the other person's head: "Why are you here?"

"Boss."

Nadia bit her pen and showed her silver teeth: "Irene asked me to come here. He said that a guy killed a lot of people and then threw the report to her. She was already too busy!"

"Ha ha."

Ethan looked at the reports and found that they were all his work, so he could only smile awkwardly.

Not far away, Erin glared at him.

It was this guy who really enjoyed the killing, but it was his group of people who were the busiest afterward.

Another hello was said.

These people were all chewing on their pens and looking sad.

On the other hand, Olinsky was in a very good mood. He had a brand new duckbill hat on his head, and he picked up the candy canes with great relish.

After getting rich, people will always be happy.

Ethan also happily returned to the office, ready to have a solid sleep. (End of chapter)