My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"You go up and sort out the clues with them first."

Ethan took out the cigarette case and turned the lighter: "I'll make a call and take care of something."

"OK."

Irene quickly ran up the steps with a stack of autopsy reports. She just wanted to catch the murderer now. As for what the other party wanted to do, she didn't bother to care so much.

Picking up a cigarette, Ethan walked towards the Ford.

His eyes darted around.

The hanging wrist was pressed firmly on the handle of the gun.

Crossing the street, braving some snowflakes, we quickly arrived next to the driver's seat.

"Buzz."

When the car window was lowered, the smell of blood suddenly came out, making him feel energetic after not sleeping all night.

"Is she okay?"

Boden twitched the corners of his mouth and forced out a smile.

"It's hard to say, but he's already had surgery." Ethan looked at this guy he hadn't seen for a long time and puffed out a puff of smoke: "You don't look like you're fine."

The other person was wearing a black suit.

Her hair, which should have been neatly combed, is now a bit messy.

The inside of the shirt was stained with blood.

The lips are also a little white.

"Yeah." Boden grabbed the steering wheel with force and said with a sinister look: "I dealt with a few strays and got shot, but I can't die."

The smell of blood was also mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

This guy.

It must have been a fierce battle.

"okay."

Ethan sighed and waved, "Climb into the passenger seat and I'll drive you to the hospital."

"You can't provoke the police." His eyes moved slightly, and Boden looked at Ethan: "I suffered a gunshot wound. I can't explain it clearly. Also, things are very troublesome now. I'm not sure if anyone else is chasing me."

“They have a lot of energy.”

"I'm a fucking policeman, I don't need your explanation." Ethan waved his hands angrily, rolling his eyes and saying:

"My energy is not small, so get over here."

After the other party struggled to climb into the passenger seat, Ethan opened the door.

Start the car and drive straight to Chicago Hospital.

For things like gunshot wounds, street gangsters usually go to black clinics with personal connections to deal with them. They don't dare go to the hospital.

It’s not that the hospital won’t help.

But after being rescued, there might be a few policemen surrounding him.

The tires were spinning rapidly, but the interior of the car was extremely dull. The smell of blood, gunpowder smoke, and smoke mixed together was a bit offensive to the nose. Ethan pressed the window to let in fresh air.

"Aren't you going to say something to me?"

He held the steering wheel firmly with one hand and glanced aside.

There are no words.

Boden just covered his shoulders and looked ahead quietly.

This person's character has always been like this. He can't say a thing for a long time, but just silently gets all kinds of things done.

To be honest, Ethan still envied the dead Proctor.

To have such loyal subordinates.

"not talking?"

He popped the cigarette butt out of the car window and sneered: "Don't forget you are asking me for help. Do you believe I threw you into the Chicago River and drilled a dozen holes in you beforehand?"

"You think I can't deal with you?"

Boden narrowed his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Betrayed by someone, the other party has a lot of energy."

"We escaped from Indiana."

"We eliminated five gunmen last night, but almost all of our people died."

He slowly exhaled and continued: "It should be safe for the time being. As for other things, I'm not sure whether Miss Bowman wants to tell you. I'd better wait until she wakes up."

betray.

Can send gunmen to chase them all the way from Indiana to Chicago.

Of course this energy is huge.

It’s not like Rebecca doesn’t have anyone on her hands. To be forced into this situation, her enemies should be quite powerful.

He didn't want to say anything, so Ethan didn't ask any more questions.

The vehicle drove quickly and soon arrived at Chicago Hospital.

As soon as he stopped, Borden struggled to take out his pistol, dagger, wire rope, and spare magazines, and he kept throwing them on the passenger floor.

Seeing this, Ethan couldn't laugh or cry.

This guy is smart enough to know that these things cannot be brought into the hospital.

"rest assured."

Facing Boden's hesitant gaze, Ethan shook his head and said, "I will help you take care of it. You can recover first."

"no."

Boden took out another M1911 from his body and handed it to Ethan: "Find a way to bring it in for me after the operation. I'm not sure if anyone will find the whereabouts of Miss Bowman and me."

"actually."

After taking the pistol and weighing it, Ethan smiled slightly and said with cold eyes: "Why do you ask me for help so naturally? You and I are not friends, right?"

"I feel like killing you now is what I should do."

The air inside the car suddenly became cold.

There was a wave of emotion in Boden's dead eyes.

The other party suddenly turned his back, making his whole body tense up, like a wounded trapped animal, ready to explode at any time to eliminate any danger he might face.

Two seconds later, the murderous aura disappeared instantly.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Boden slowly lowered his head: "Miss Bowman kept calling your name before she completely passed out."

"Save or not save, of course it's your choice."

"Mr. Morgan!"

This movement pulled at the wound and made his body tremble slightly, but the guy continued to keep his head lowered.

Ethan's finger was pressed on the trigger.

You can save people.

But there is a prerequisite, that is, you have to be obedient.

This is a little test.

Boden's reaction made him very satisfied. The other party's behavior was like an animal showing its belly in front of a being more powerful than itself, showing that it was not in any danger.

"Hmph~"

Ethan grabbed the handle of the gun and poked Boden on the head nonchalantly: "It's just a joke, don't worry, I like your loyalty."

"Believe me, that is a very valuable quality."

"Let's go."

With his support, the two of them walked to the emergency area together.

As luck would have it, the person who received the diagnosis was also Will, and Ethan didn't need to explain too much. He had an excuse as soon as he changed his mind. He just told the other person that he was an undercover agent and asked him to deal with it in a low-key manner.

That doesn't make sense, my friend.

Two friends were shot and taken to the hospital within two days, which was a bit unreasonable.

A word of undercover can make things right.

After Boden was pushed into the operating room, Ethan went to the intensive care unit to see Rebecca who had not yet regained consciousness, and then drove back to the police station.

"Boss~"

As soon as he stepped onto the main entrance, a black shadow rushed towards him.

"Ha ha."

After Rusek high-fived and went through a set of procedures, he handed over a small basket with a smile: "This is a gift for you, a Hawaiian floral shirt and a pair of sunglasses, which Wendy and I carefully selected. "

"Several identical carefully selected ones, right?"

Atwater complained from behind.

"Of course not." Rusek quickly defended: "Of course the ones given to Boss are different. I spent a lot of money on $99 sunglasses!"

"Oh~~~"

Everyone booed and expressed their dissatisfaction.

Different from those around you.

After a week in the sun, Rusek's complexion turned into a wheat color and looked full of vitality.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Ethan took the gift basket with a smile and nodded with satisfaction: "You are recovering very well, and you are finally not as red as a monkey's butt!"

"Hahaha."

Roaring laughter suddenly resounded throughout the hall. (End of chapter)