My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chicago Union Station.

Noon is the busy time, and there are huge crowds of people everywhere.

This is the third largest city in the United States, and its throughput is also astonishing. People from all over the country and even the world flow here every day.

Various ethnic groups are put together into colorful drawing boards.

Ethan put out his cigarette butt in the trash can, raised his sunglasses and continued walking forward. When he came to a vendor, he bought another ice cream.

Not far away, Olinsky sat on the steps.

In his hand, he held a newspaper.

Not only the two of them, but everyone in the intelligence team was scattered in the area of ​​the long-distance bus, laying out a dragnet against the man whose pseudonym was Dunn, with the intention of arresting him.

By normal means, things definitely don't move that fast.

If a gang of human traffickers discovers that their dungeon has been taken away by the police, they are likely to fly away and never be seen again.

So, Ethan simply let the mouse go free.

After some intrusion and search, we got this unexpected surprise.

I had just checked with the station dispatch office and found that the girl Dunn met on the social networking site was on the long-distance bus No. 946 that was arriving soon.

The prey is about to be found, I don’t believe he won’t show up.

Looking away from the hip-hugging skirt next to him, he took a bite of ice cream:

"Has anyone found Dunn?"

"No."

Erin walked past with a duffel bag: "Pay attention, I can see the barrel of your gun!"

Conditioned response looks down.

Realizing something was wrong, he coughed awkwardly and pulled off his jacket.

Replies rang out one after another, and none of the people lurking nearby saw the handsome brown-haired guy.

"Just keep an eye on that girl."

Antonio yawned and flipped through the sports magazine in his hand: "I don't even know if that person is real. In the online world, I don't even believe that the person opposite is a person."

"No no no."

Not far away on the steps, Rusek took a bite of a taco, chewed it and said, "Detective Dawson, I bet you five dollars that it must be the guy in the photo."

"It's impossible for the other party to come over without confirmation via video chat."

"My time."

When he said this, his voice stopped abruptly.

"continue."

Erin walked forward slowly, her bright eyes scanning around: "My phone is already recording."

"Hahaha."

"Adam go on, don't be afraid."

"That's right, it was just sent to Wendy~, I believe Detective Lindsay won't tell your fiancée.

A chorus of cheers kept ringing in the headset.

Ethan shook his head and smiled, and also teased Rusek a few times.

The mouse resolved the kidnapping crisis, and the gang returned to their former self, working and joking without delay.

"Notice."

Two minutes later, a long-distance bus came slowly. Ethan quickly swallowed the ice cream in one gulp, grinning from the cold: "Just keep an eye on it. No one is allowed to move until the suspected target is found."

People who do that kind of work are as invisible as rats in the sewers.

You can't be more cautious.

“Pfft, squeak~~~”

The long-distance bus with No. 946 on it wavered twice at the stop sign and slowly stopped.

The driver wearing sunglasses reached out and pushed the door open.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced towards the upper and lower doors of the bus, watching the young woman getting off the bus and the brown-haired man approaching the vehicle.

People in the car kept getting out.

Soon, a flash of purple appeared in everyone's eyes.

Wearing a small coat on top of a simple purple skirt, and with short hair shawl, she looked very simple. When the girl got out of the car, she turned twice with brisk steps. Her young and immature face was full of yearning for the big city.

A pair of bright eyes, full of excitement and desire.

The little sheep from the countryside plunged into the steel forest of the city.

What greeted her was no sweet love.

Just the cold dungeon, the swing of the whip, and endless regret.

The excitement of arriving in Chicago soon faded away. The girl's journey to find love was not smooth. She frowned and kept looking left and right.

He looked at his watch again and again.

Seeing that everyone in the bus had finished getting off, the familiar stranger did not appear.

The girl seemed a little anxious and stamped her feet playfully.

The whole person is filled with youthful atmosphere.

"Please."

Atwater murmured incessantly and kept licking his thick lips: "Show up quickly."

Not far away, Horsted couldn't help but shake his legs slightly, and asked anxiously: "Wouldn't Dunn notice that something was wrong? Over there in their dungeon, all searches are very hidden, and there are people on guard all around."

"If anyone returns, they should not be able to escape their eyes."

"I don't think so."

Ethan shook his head slightly and clicked a cigarette: "At the nine o'clock position of the girl, in black jeans and a blue shirt with vertical stripes, that's the guy in the photo."

"Close the net!!!"

Following the order, the seven people gathered in the target direction.

The brown-haired man first greeted the girl warmly and apologized for being late. Then he took the girl's luggage in an extremely gentlemanly manner and said that he had booked a good restaurant nearby.

A set of words, extremely skillful.

It's intimate enough, but also maintains a proper social distance, so that it won't be too abrupt for girls meeting for the first time.

Just a few simple actions can make a girl with short hair fall in love with her.

His eyes could no longer be separated from the other person's handsome face.

When the brown-haired man kept talking about the fun places in Chicago, he subconsciously looked back and saw a surge of electricity running straight from his tailbone to the back of his head, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Two people, a man and a woman, were walking quickly towards me with a serious face.

The alarm bell in my heart was ringing crazily.

"Bang."

The heavy luggage landed instantly. He no longer cared about the short-haired woman, threw away the bag and walked quickly forward.

"Dunn?"

The short-haired girl didn't know what was happening and kept shouting: "Hey, where are you going?"

"do not move."

Erin approached, grabbed the lucky girl, and showed her police badge: "Chicago police, grab your things and follow me."

Looking at the man walking faster and faster, Anthony sneered.

The steps on my feet stopped instead.

"Yo."

Rusek spread his hands towards Dunn, who was running in his direction, and said with disdain: "Romeo, it is forbidden to pass here."

From behind, Atwater watched eagerly.

"Farke."

Dunn cursed wildly in his heart and ran away in a hurry. Going down the stairs in front was the underground passage that extended in all directions.

"Boom."

The iron gate next to him was pushed through by a man wearing a duck-billed hat, firmly blocking the way.

"Where do you want to go?"

Olinsky bit the candy and stared coldly at this guy through an iron door.

Dunn turned around in panic and wanted to find another way.

"Bang."

Horsted pushed hard with both hands, slamming him into the iron gate.

Although he was hit on the back of the head, the brown-haired boy ignored the pain and raised his hands in fear: "Hey, I don't know what you want to do?"

"Are you Dunn?"

Halsted drew his gun and put it to his chin unceremoniously: "Tell me, are you Dunn?"

"Shet, Shet!!!"

Dunn's bladder felt sour, but when he noticed that there were people around him, he suppressed his fear and said with trembling lips: "God, what are you doing? I am not the person you are looking for."

"NO."

A puff of smoke puffed out from the side, and a cold voice sounded: "You should shout Satan, after all you are a devil!!!"

He turned his eyes hurriedly and looked in the direction of the sound.

The scarlet cigarette butts streaked towards me like shooting stars.

"Ah!!!" (End of Chapter)