My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the ward.

After Ethan heard Rebecca's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then slowly sat back on the chair.

It seems like I haven't been back for a long time.

I occasionally contact those women and chat about some personal situations, but the situation in Banshee Town is not really involved.

However, this is not as simple as going back to handle a case.

He needs to think it over.

"Actually, since Hector died, I felt something was wrong." Rebecca had a hint of anger in her eyes and slowly shook her head: "They did a lot of extraordinary things."

"The power of Salvadorans is no longer able to balance the situation, and the people of the Aryan Brotherhood no longer listen to me."

"There's nothing I can do."

She pursed her lips and said silently: "Then there were all kinds of troubles in the business, until we negotiated a new partner in Indiana. This is an opportunity. I need to come to negotiate in person."

"That was a trap. They showed their fangs completely. Fortunately, Boden reacted quickly enough!"

As she talked, Rebecca's thoughts became messy.

The words were also a bit stumbling.

"You can sleep a little longer."

Ethan touched her forehead and smiled: "We can wait until you get better to talk about anything. Don't think about it so much now."

I just held on for an hour and said those words again.

Rebecca became visibly lethargic, and her eyelids closed slightly as she spoke.

After being so comforted by him, the Amish girl quickly fell into a drowsy sleep. She just grabbed Ethan's hand but never let go.

"Ding."

Press the corner of the police badge, curl your fingers and flick it hard.

The silver five-pointed star rotated rapidly on the desk, and the sunlight hit it, shining with a layer of light.

After spinning for a few seconds, the police badge staggered and fell.

"Dudu."

Ethan made another video call and waited for the other party to answer.

"Hey."

The call was finally connected this time, and Siobhan's happy voice rang: "Why is it so early today? I was busy just now!"

The screen shook, and the policewoman was still breathing.

Her big eyes were like a crescent moon smile: "I'm going to find a place first. Brock is cursing. He just knocked over the fruit stand and lost a street vendor. He fell really hard."

"Looks like a busy morning."

Looking at the fine sweat on Siobhan's forehead, Ethan shrugged and asked: "With his character, he should be sitting in the office drinking coffee at this time."

"Damn it." Siobhan hid in a corner and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"The nearest manpower."

"Nothing, what's wrong with you?"

Halfway through her words, she quickly walked around and asked in turn.

"We don't have enough people, right?"

Ethan shook his head and said helplessly: "Please, there are some things I think you should tell me."

"ah?"

Siobhan stuck out his tongue in embarrassment: "How do you know Candy was injured? But don't worry, his injury is not serious. He can be bandaged in the hospital."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan hurriedly put his feet down from the table and asked anxiously: "Who is going to hit the candy? Damn it, it's just an old bartender."

The question was about something, but something unexpected came up.

"All right!"

Siobhan slapped his forehead and said with a wry smile: "They were people from the Aryan Brotherhood. They made trouble in Davis Bar. They said Candy's beer was made of horse urine and punched him."

"We were just chasing one of them."

"It's a pity that he ran away."

From small to large, without the restraint of Proctor and Rebecca, the security situation in Banshee Town declined sharply.

Ethan pursed his lips, sighed and asked:

"Emmett and Bunker, how are these two guys doing?"

"Do you know this?" Siobhan blinked again, his eyes wandering: "Emit asked me not to tell you, saying that you are also very busy in Chicago and the enemies you need to face are much more difficult than those here. "

After chatting for a few more words, Ethan hung up the phone.

Soon, the phone vibrated.

The female town police officer sent several photos one after another. Emmet was wearing a cane and doing rehabilitation exercises.

There is a bandage on the thigh.

It looks like he has almost recovered.

Bunker was lying on the hospital bed. The bed was surrounded by dust-proof plastic sheeting, probably to create a dust-free environment.

His chest was covered with thick ointment.

It looks pretty miserable.

"Don't worry, they are all fine." Siobhan's text message followed: "Emmett will be discharged from the hospital soon, and Bunker will be transferred to the general ward in two days."

"Be careful in Chicago, I'm praying for you."

At the back, there is a little note.

If Rebecca's words last night made him hesitate, what he learned now made the balance in his heart tilt even more.

Banshee Town can be said to be his birthplace.

The Amish girl was right, her home was there, her town.

We can't let those guys destroy Banshee Town.

"Bang."

He gritted his teeth and slapped his police badge back on the table.

"Boss."

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded, and Horsted and Eileen walked in together. The former shook his head sullenly and said, "Depending on the situation, we should have been tricked."

"That's right!"

Erin put the report in her hand on the table, frowned and said, "Whoever told you about Kaslo, that person must be playing tricks on you."

"That yacht we found."

"The forensic officers have searched carefully, inside and outside, as well as on the cabin deck. There is no trace of blood remaining."

"Are you sure?"

Ethan opened the report: "Could it be that it has been too long and cannot be checked?"

"Won't."

Hosted pulled up his chair and said repeatedly: "The forensics officers said that as long as there is blood on the boat, they will be able to detect it. The most important thing is that the owner of the yacht died two years ago."

"There has been no change in ownership and the relevant parking fees have always been paid in cash."

"To put it simply, this is a ghost ship. Gang members like to dispose of their property in this way. It was deliberately released for us to close the case!"

"Boss."

Olinsky and Rusek also walked into the office. The former took off his duck-billed hat: "I checked with the stripper last night. Her expression told me that she was not lying. There was indeed a quarrel between Watson and Kaslo."

On the one hand, it doesn't matter, on the other hand, it does matter.

Ethan reluctantly picked up the lighter, took out a cigarette and lit it, trying to understand the situation.

"Oh ho~~~"

The mouse walked in holding a stack of paper and was startled by so many people inside: "Guys, is this some kind of party?"

"What news do you have?"

Rubbing his temples, Ethan blew out a puff of smoke.

"Interesting news."

The mouse distributed the paper, shook his head with a smile and said, "I would never have guessed that our Mr. Kaslo is actually a superb dater!"