My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

basement.

A stifling smell permeated the air, and floating dust floated in the sunlight coming from one or two ventilation holes.

There are five iron cages in total, holding three girls.

Their expressions were dazed, and their mouths were covered with leather masks. Apart from the bedding on the ground, there was no trace of hair on their bodies.

One green and one purple.

Covered in bruises.

Noticed the person at the door.

Some girls subconsciously stood up, raised their buttocks, and swayed slightly.

This kind of action is to please the visitor.

Whether it’s praying for food or praying not to be beaten.

"Ugh."

With a relatively clear expression on his face, he slowly stood up.

When she saw the patrol uniform that Burgess was wearing, the woman excitedly clasped the iron fence, tears bursting out of her eyes, and she couldn't help but slump to the quilt on the ground.

"Jesus."

Rusek cursed secretly and couldn't help but cover his mouth.

"Bang."

Antonio punched the wall next to him hard. Although his skin was torn apart, the anger was enough to suppress any pain.

My father's intuition was not wrong.

Fraser's daughter was indeed kidnapped by human traffickers, and more than one person was kidnapped.

No need to ask, everyone knows what these people have been through.

"Tell Eileen to come down and help."

Ethan looked at the people behind him with a cold face and ordered sternly: "Notify the ambulance and forensics department that the relevant searches must be fast. If those people find that this place is exposed, other people will be transferred soon."

"Every minute counts now."

"Burgess, Orlinsky, and Antonio stay, and the rest of the people go up and search the entire house, not missing any detail."

No matter how optimistic you are, you can't think that there are only three girls kidnapped.

They must understand the relevant situation as soon as possible.

As each person went up, Ethan looked angrily at the wall next to him, where whips, crowbars and other torture instruments were hung. These things were not toys, and blood-stained things would not make people feel any fun at all.

This is for taming.

Picking up a crowbar, he strode to the iron cage.

"Bang."

Sparks flew everywhere, and the iron locks fell down.

With a loud bang, the iron locks were constantly being knocked open, and Burgess quickly rushed in, wrapping the dirty and smelly bedding around these people with red eyes.

Erin came down quickly.

She looked at everything in front of her with shock, and gritted her teeth to launch a search and rescue operation.

"Clang."

After knocking open the last iron lock, Ethan threw away the crowbar, opened the cage door and strode in: "Hey, don't be afraid, this is the Chicago police, you are safe now."

A gust of fishy wind rushed over, and the woman who was still clear just now hugged him tightly.

The body was shaking constantly.

"never mind."

Ethan quickly helped her untie the leather mask and was about to ask something.

But found that the girl had fainted.

"Boss."

Antonio put on his gloves, picked up the syringe thrown on the table next to him and said through gritted teeth: "Those bastards also injected them with unique drugs, a common control method of human traffickers."

"This makes it difficult for them to resist."

"That's right."

Burgess grabbed the girl's arm and said angrily: "It's full of pinpricks."

"After you catch those people." Olinsky grabbed the crowbar that Ethan just threw on the ground and gritted his teeth: "I need you to give me five minutes, five minutes to be alone with those people."

"Bang."

Antonio was so angry that he kicked the table over: "I think you need to line up, behind me."

"Is there any Sarah?"

Now was not the time to think about that kind of problem. Ethan lifted the messy hair of the girl in his arms and found that it was not Fraser's daughter. He quickly asked to the side: "Check."

"No."

Burgess identified it carefully and responded loudly.

"I am not here either." Irene wiped the other person's face and shook her head solemnly.

"Go to the hospital."

Ethan used a little force and picked up the girl: "You can only ask for Sara's information after the other party wakes up. Antonio, you stay here and investigate everything you can as soon as possible."

"receive."

Antonio nodded, eyebrows furrowed.

"Woo~"

The drone of police sirens penetrated the walls, sounding alternately near and far away.

In the reception room, two people sat cross-legged against the wall. From time to time, one of them opened the blinds and peeked outside.

Sweat appeared on his face and he became agitated.

"Hey."

The mouse rolled his eyes and began to save himself: "Where did you serve?"

Frazier glanced at him and said nothing.

"You're using a military pistol."

Shrugging, the mouse continued: "And the way you introduce yourself, the various movements, this is a habit only for soldiers."

"I'm a commando."

He raised his hands slightly to indicate that he posed no threat: "He is also a civilian and has been to Afghanistan several times."

At this time, there needs to be some communication with the other party.

Even if there is a little bit of connection, it is enough if the other party hesitates for a moment at the critical moment.

A pair of eyes, looking at each other sincerely.

Fraser pursed his lips tightly.

After a while, he finally relented: "Marine Corps, I've been to Iraq several times."

"Um."

The mouse nodded slowly and smiled: "Those damn shameless politicians, if you have the chance, you should send them to that kind of hell for a few days. It will probably scare them so much that they shit their pants."

If you say the weather is bad in this country, some people may argue.

But scold politicians.

There was only unanimous agreement, no doubt about it.

"That's right."

"If it weren't for those damn politicians, no one would want to be in that kind of place." Fraser's lips trembled slightly, with tears in his eyes: "Sarah, I went to Iraq not long after she was born."

"Gather less and stay apart more."

"I was at home for a long time until she was about to get her driver's license and now this is happening."

As he spoke, the muzzle of the gun drooped slightly.

He suddenly realized something, and quickly grasped the gun tightly, looking at the mouse helplessly: "You did it, let me speak. In fact, I shouldn't say anything now, right?"

"No."

The mouse pursed his lips and shook his head slowly: "All you need to do is speak, and so do I. PTSD makes us all need to speak."

This guy seemed to have thought of something and looked at the ceiling absentmindedly.

Noticing the other party's expression, Fraser was a little surprised.

I don't have that thing.

But it looked like the other party was obviously suffering from post-war traumatic stress.

"Now that you have spoken." He composed himself and said in a deep voice: "That young man just now is your police chief, right? He is looking for Sarah. Can I trust him?"

"Ethan Morgan?"

The mouse smiled to himself and looked up blankly:

"You can ask the intelligence team to help you find someone. This is the only right thing you have done in more than three months." (End of Chapter)