My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the computer screen reflecting the shadow of the tree, everyone frowned.

If there is really a kidnapped person here, there will always be some clues left behind, but now there is no movement at all. Apart from the thief, everything seems so ordinary.

“The less problematic it is, the more problematic it seems to me.”

Antonio threw the broken glass in his hand and said in a deep voice: "The car window was broken, the wallet was stolen, and the car owner never called the police. It seems that someone doesn't want to deal with our police."

"The less you want to deal with us."

Horsted took over and agreed: "The more we have to find that person."

As he spoke, he looked anxiously towards the houses on the roadside.

The ones being held hostage were his comrades.

Adhering to the truth that everything has come, Ethan closed the laptop: "Antonio, Rusek, Olinsky and Atwater, the four of you search to the right, and the remaining four follow me on the left."

"Search the entire street and don't miss anything suspicious."

Everyone nodded.

After putting the bald man into the patrol car, the nine people quickly divided into two teams and searched slowly forward along the sidewalk, scanning their eyes everywhere, trying to find anything out of the ordinary.

At this time, everyone who should go to work went to work.

None of the people fooling around have gotten up yet, so it seems peaceful.

Footsteps sounded leisurely, and the two groups seemed to be taking a walk, strolling under the shade of the trees. Ethan lit up a cigarette in his spare time, scanning every place with his sharp eyes.

"Hey~"

A whistle sounded across the street.

Rusek loosened his fingers and waved to them quickly.

The five people stepped on the leaves on the ground, whizzing past like a gust of wind, and arrived at his side in less than three seconds.

At this time, Ethan froze.

Three light spots quietly appeared on the radar, and looking at the arrows, they were all in the basement of the house in front of them.

This is not right.

What are so many people doing in the basement at this time?

And they dispersed, and the movement didn't look like a party. He realized something and took a long drag on the cigarette.

"What did you find?"

Slowly puffing out smoke, he was the first to ask.

Even if he didn't find anything, he would find an excuse to break in and take a look.

"Don't you think this is wrong?"

Rusek pointed to a corner of the flower bed next to the house, frowned and said, "The flowers and plants next to it are almost withered, but this automatic sprinkler head looks like new."

"Hey."

Burgess squinted his eyes and stepped forward quickly: "What are these black spots in the sprinkler head?"

His white fingers touched the sprinkler head.

She felt a looseness before exerting any force, so she simply pulled hard, and the automatic sprinkler head buried in the soil was pulled out together with several wires underneath, and she could see the black spot clearly.

The mirror surface is shining with light.

"Shet."

She seemed to feel that someone was staring at her inside, and she was so frightened that she quickly threw away the things: "This is a surveillance camera disguised as a sprinkler!!!"

"Team B, back door."

Ethan finally waited for the opportunity, took off his cigarette and threw it on the ground: "Team A, follow me."

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of sparks.

He was soon trampled by chaotic footsteps, and several people rushed back along the alley beside the house. Several people quickly walked up the steps under his leadership.

"CPD!"

"Bang."

The door was blasted open by his kick, and the people behind him broke into the house.

"Safety."

The muzzle of the gun swept randomly around the living room, and he let out a low cry.

"Let's go upstairs."

Erin slapped Horsted on the shoulder, and the two of them rushed up the stairs with Glocks in their hands and solemn expressions.

Combined with the previous situation and the weird camera.

They didn't believe that there was nothing wrong with this house, so they were all very careful. No one knew what they might encounter inside.

The back door was also broken open.

The other four people rushed in a few seconds later and immediately started searching.

Following the shouts of safety, everyone's expressions became confused. It was obvious that no one lived in this house. There was a layer of floating dust on the table, and the stove in the kitchen looked like no one had used it.

Ethan frowned, this movement was not too small now.

The three light spots below showed no signs of being disturbed. He couldn't help but speed up his pace, trying to find the secret door leading to the basement.

"Hey."

Burgess shouted from the inner room:

"Discover the basement."

Ethan spread his legs and was the first to rush into the room where the female patrolman was.

The other party's ponytail swung, he held a gun in both hands and pointed it at the open wardrobe in the corner, and looked at Ethan nervously:

"There's a staircase going down here."

"careful."

He quickly waved to Burgess to move back.

He came to the closet with a pistol in hand and looked down.

The narrow stairs are steep.

The lights are dim.

An indescribable smell spread in the air, causing his eyebrows to twist tightly.

Fishy smell.

Urine smell.

The smells of sweat, tobacco, and leaves are all mixed together, and it's very heady.

"lighter."

Listening to the dense footsteps, Ethan stretched out his hand and pressed down: "Don't make too much noise, Olinsky and Eileen are on guard above, others follow me down."

Holding back the unpleasant smell, he crouched down and moved down in small steps.

From behind, Burgess followed second.

The tactical flashlight equipped with the Glock in her hand emits a bright light and keeps moving along with where Ethan is looking.

Soon, his feet hit the ground firmly.

It's very hot here.

There is a ventilation hole on the wall next to it, but it is obviously of little use.

There's a faint light down here.

On the table next to the corner, the computer screen is divided into four squares, corresponding to various angles outside the room.

"Hey."

Burgess pointed to one of the familiar surveillance images and whispered, "This is the camera I dialed out at the front door."

Several people looked at each other and their eyes fell on the curtain next to them.

The basement was clearly sectioned off.

The location they are in now is very small, and the only way to go to other places is through the curtain.

The guns were pointed in this direction just now, for fear that someone would suddenly show up. Either they were very lucky and the person responsible for guarding was not here, or they hid inside after watching the surveillance.

Ethan stepped forward and leaned next to the curtain.

The people behind also dispersed, holding up their guns nervously. The sweltering environment quickly made their bodies and foreheads covered with sweat.

"Uh-huh!"

He grabbed the curtain and pulled hard.

The unpleasant smell became much stronger in an instant, but when they saw the scene inside, no one cared about the smell. Their faces all became shocked, and anger almost burst out of their eyes.

Ethan also looked inside.

They were iron cages similar to prison cells.

The blips on the radar turned into naked girls with dazed expressions, locked in iron cages as high as one person like pigs and dogs. (End of chapter)