My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Although he has a beard, Allen's face is very simple and honest.

Especially when looking at the scene in front of him, there was a flash of pride and cunning, as if he was very satisfied with the chaos he had created.

Ethan made a judgment immediately.

This is a fool who looks stupid but is actually stupid. The light of wisdom is constantly erupting in his mind.

Confusion, resolved quickly.

The drunkard who was deceived by Allen was quickly slipped into a temporary detention warehouse. He successfully changed from drunkenness and causing trouble to assaulting the police and trying to escape from prison. Without a good lawyer, a sentence ranging from several months to several years would be waiting for him. .

Several Chicago police officers fell silent.

After just a few simple words of communication, they knew how to deal with the current situation. Atwater stopped shaking and Horsted stopped panicking.

They waited patiently for the two patrolmen to interrogate them.

"Everyone."

Not long after, a bald patrolman came over with a bunch of little carrot heads, waved and introduced: "This place is the arraignment area. The people sitting here are guys who have done stupid things."

"They're going to be here waiting to be questioned by the officers."

Depend on!

The three Chicago police officers were a little embarrassed and looked away. It was obvious that they were now taking citizens on a tour of the daily work of the police station.

This is part of the propaganda and has some benefit in preventing crime.

It’s just that they gave people tours before.

Now.

But he became a person being visited.

Especially since those who came over were a bunch of kids around ten years old. It didn't matter that Ethan was thick-skinned. Horsted's face turned red and he wanted to find a crack to get in.

As for Atwater.

Well, you can't really tell from his expression.

"Trust me, kids."

The bald policeman shrugged and continued: "You definitely don't want to come to this place to sit. You know, this is a waste place."

"Hahaha."

The children's clear laughter rang out. They glanced at the group of people with a hint of panic and curiosity, and continued to visit in a hurry.

It seems that the effect of education is very good.

At the back of the team, Shi Shiran, a little golden-haired kid with a pot-top haircut, came in front of everyone.

A round belly and a fleshy face.

Looks very cute.

He turned his head, his small eyes resting on the equally fleshy Allen.

"Hey, trash."

The little fat man took out his mobile phone and raised his eyebrows at the little fat man: "Come on, give me a smile."

"Crack!"

Allen's stern face was left on the screen.

"Click."

The phone was kicked away and fell to the ground.

The little fat man looked at the little fat man blankly. The two looked at each other. One was shocked, the other was threatening.

Not a word is said, but it is worth a thousand words.

After a few seconds, the little fat man curled his lips, picked up the phone and left.

This is funny meeting funny.

Ethan smiled dumbly.

"Hey."

There was a roar not far away, and a patrolman beckoned: "Come over, four of you, to Interrogation Room 6, right away!"

The four gourd babies stood up immediately.

Ethan dragged a few people behind him and walked forward in a line.

"Alan."

As he walked forward, he did not forget to confess: "Don't say anything later, just say something and I will punch you."

"Why?"

The little fat man trembled, shaking his beer belly and asked.

"With the size of his fist."

Atwater then answered with an expressionless expression. He couldn't let this kid act blindly, and he might make the patrolman angry with any of his words.

trial room.

Two patrol officers, a man and a woman, crossed their arms.

The uniforms on their bodies were bulging with fat. Both of them were relatively fat, but they were considered relatively normal among the US police force.

Ethan once saw a patrolman who weighed two to three hundred pounds and had to take a breath after taking two steps.

Donuts taste like trashcans.

The two patrolmen looked at the four people in front of them with a sullen face. One of them was sitting like a good baby with his mouth closed, and the other three seemed to be sitting on nails, always swaying their buttocks.

"Bang~"

The male patrolman slammed the table: "Be honest and don't move around."

"Say it."

He pointed at the person he thought was the ugliest and shouted: "What's his name, where are you from, and why did you steal the police car."

"me?"

Being clicked by the other party, Ethan said curiously:

"Officer, stealing a police car is a serious crime. Don't you need to interrogate them separately? Aren't you afraid that we will collude in confession?"

"Um."

The male patrolman's face turned red and he stared at him fiercely: "You want to teach me how to do something?"

"This guy actually wants to teach me how to do things."

He looked at his partner in disbelief and raised his shoulders: "We deal with these guys every day!"

The chubby black female patrol officer nodded heavily.

"Every fucking day."

"Let's go to Vegas." The white male patrolman raised his hands to his partner: "Let's have a crazy party, woohoo~~~"

"Alcohol."

The black female patrolman raised her chubby hands: "Woohoo~~~"

"woman!"

“Wuhu!!!”

The two of them raised their hands together and moved their fingers together.

The expression is very exaggerated.

"Let's steal a police car. How fun that would be." The male patrolman turned around suddenly and said excitedly: "In the end, you actually want to teach me how to do things???"

"Wuhu~"

The female patrolman raised her hands again.

"NO, NO, NO." The male patrol officer quickly reminded his partner: "We won't use Wuhu this time. This is a warning!"

"oh."

The chubby policewoman quickly put down her hands: "Sorry."

"fine."

The former shook his head and said it didn't matter.

"Huh?" He turned around again with a fierce look and looked at the guys opposite.

The dark circles under his eyes were so heavy that they couldn't be suppressed, and there was eye mucus hanging from them. The female patrol officer next to him looked similar. She was visibly tired and was drinking coffee in big gulps.

These two guys didn't look vicious at all.

Quite funny too.

There were four people opposite, three of whom had their mouths wide open.

Halsted stared at the two patrol officers across from him in stunned silence. Are all of his colleagues in Las Vegas so outstanding?

Wuhu?

Crazy!

"Cough~"

Ethan calmed down and reminded: "Actually, when you brought us back, you also forgot to search us. Aren't you afraid that I have a gun on me?"

"Have you searched?"

The male patrol officer looked at the female patrol officer.

"I didn't." The female patrol officer looked blank: "What about you?"

"Uh-huh."

The two men were all excited and quickly reached for the holsters on their waists.

"Hey hey hey, don't get excited."

Ethan quickly raised his hands: "I'm joking with you. By the way, in fact, we are all traveling together. Can we just let it go this time?"

"look."

He carefully took out the five-point police badge from his pocket:

"Chicago police, I didn't lie to you."

"Waterfa?"

The male patrol officer was furious: "Police, you are still stealing a patrol car. Are you addicted to driving this thing?"

"This is Las Vegas."

The female patrol officer slammed her hands on the table and said angrily: "Your badge is nothing here. I haven't slept all night. You must pay the price, otherwise."

"otherwise."

Ethan took back his police badge and interrupted her with a smile: "Others will know that you lost the patrol car."

The interrogation room was silent.

The two Las Vegas patrol officers looked at each other. (End of chapter)