My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Todoroki's laughter continued, diluting the sadness of parting.

Hank leaned against the door of the Sheriff's Office, watching Ethan and Erin kissing passionately, shaking his head and smiling helplessly.

It took nearly a minute to let Erin go.

The latter only felt a lack of oxygen and gasped for air.

After pinching her pretty face, Ethan smiled handsomely. He had said all that needed to be said in more than a week, and had done all that needed to be done to the extent that the other party could no longer bear it.

Turn back to the previous direction.

Claps, shoulder bumps.

Hugs with Horsted.

"You're a good cop."

Ethan patted him on the back and said, "Stick to your beliefs and be flexible. I believe you will have your own world."

"Thanks."

Horsted nodded heavily: "No matter where you are, you are my friend."

As soon as the two separated, Atwater couldn't wait to hug him and said in a dull voice: "Boss, you have helped me grow up along the way. Don't worry, I will definitely become an excellent Chicago policeman."

"I will make you and the intelligence team proud of me!"

"certainly."

Ethan slapped Big Lao Hei with both hands: "What if you encounter a bad guy and resist?"

"Kick the fuck out of Fuck's ass."

Winking at each other, the two laughed and said in unison.

Letting go of Atwater and looking to the side, Rusek also scratched his head and looked over. The boy's eyes were red.

He looked like he didn't know what to say.

"I should have known better."

There was a hint of crying in his voice. He put his hands on his hips and looked at the ground with his head drooped: "You always take me to drink, wash my feet, and massage my feet these days."

"Hmm~"

Ethan coughed heavily, hugged the guy, and rubbed his head vigorously:

"Shut your mouth, I'm leaving. Don't be so impulsive in the future."

"Call me if you need anything."

The two arrived at the intelligence team almost at the same time and experienced so many ups and downs together.

It can be said that their footprints are all over Chicago's large and small entertainment venues.

From now on, no one will wake him up in the middle of the night to pump oil. Thinking of this, Rusek almost burst into tears.

Push the pouty guy away.

Ethan looked at the last person, Antonio, who was quite flexible in hitting and punching the head. He stopped hugging him and stopped the guy's raised arm. He held the opponent's palm.

"Please."

The tough male detective held Ethan's hand hard to express his dissatisfaction: "Why should I be treated differently?"

"I'll leave the intelligence team to you."

Ethan patted the back of his hand, blinked and said:

"Chief Antonio Dawson!"

Looking at Ethan blankly, Antonio turned his head and stared at Hank.

"Don't change your clothes later." Hank nodded to him and said in a hoarse voice: "The director and I will go for an interview later. With Ethan's recommendation, the bureau has decided to appoint you to be in charge of the intelligence team."

"Very good."

"Haha, Chief Dawson."

As soon as these words came out, the people standing nearby rushed forward happily.

Congratulations to Antonio one after another.

Various hands and eight palms kept beating him. As long as one of their people takes over, the intelligence team will remain the original intelligence team.

Of course, I won't be able to rush so fiercely when handling cases in the future. After all, I don't have the most ferocious silver revolver.

Ethan turned around and looked carefully at Datongjian.

Let out a heavy breath.

Nadia is already studying at the police academy, so there is no need to rush back.

He waved his hand and strode down the stairs.

The group of people behind quickly followed them, just like they were on a regular mission, following their boss to various places, but at this time, their steps became extremely heavy.

As soon as he pushed open the iron gate, Ethan was stunned again.

Burgess, Roman, Pilates, etc., everyone from the 21st Precinct who could rush over, all appeared in the reception hall.

They also stood apart on the left and right.

The moment they saw Ethan, all their arms were raised, all looking at the retired intelligence team sergeant.

For a moment, Ethan was really shaken in his heart.

I have been fighting with these people for so long.

It is impossible not to have feelings.

Feeling the gazes falling on him, he also felt a lump in his throat.

He let out a heavy breath, gritted his teeth and strode down the steps. Amid the gifts and attention from his colleagues in the police station, he walked outside step by step.

From the reception hall to the stairs.

From the front door to the parking area, Ethan walked all the way, facing the blazing eyes of his colleagues.

This police chief has repeatedly solved major cases.

This young police chief saved many Chicago citizens.

This young and handsome police sergeant chased the murderer of his murdered colleague thousands of miles away. He even went to New York to catch the murderer back to Chicago.

Walk all the way, and the people behind you will keep up.

Citizens passing by stopped their cars in surprise, or stopped in their tracks, wondering how this young man could receive so many gifts from the police. This kind of scene is rare.

Come to a brand new Dodge Challenger.

Ethan stopped.

Director Fisher's big-brimmed hat was shining with gold. He smiled and held the door handle: "Mr. Morgan, if you don't mind, let me open the car door for you!"

No longer Sheriff Morgan.

But Mr. Morgan.

"Du~"

Ethan shook his head and smiled, then raised his hand to press the key.

Director Fisher was also unequivocal and helped the other party open the driver's door in a down-to-earth manner, and he did so willingly.

One is that the other party’s contribution is indeed great.

Here comes the second one.

Now almost all the colleagues in the 21st branch are watching. This move can increase the support level.

In the cold wind.

Facing his colleagues in the police station and intelligence team, Ethan solemnly raised his arm again.

The road ahead is long and tortuous.

Cherish each.

A large group of dark policemen also responded solemnly.

Although the weather was not good, their police badges were still shining brightly. They all looked with stoic faces as the shiny Dodge Challenger started up, emitted a puff of white smoke and then slowly disappeared around the corner of the street.

Sighs sounded one after another.

From now on.

Chicago's 21st Precinct has lost a legendary police sergeant, but the story of the Silver Python revolver will live on.

The roar roared.

When you step on the accelerator, you get a full push-back feel, and the walnut and leather steering wheel feels great to hold.

After rescuing Nadia and returning to Chicago, Ethan got another 1969 original Dodge Challenger in almost perfect condition, and under the introduction of Atwater, he found a top modification car shop in Chicago.

The appearance and original features remain unchanged.

But from the interior to the vehicle configuration, everything has been upgraded to a super luxury version.

Leather heated seats, bulletproof glass, top-notch car audio, etc., high-strength steel and bulletproof materials are also added under the car shell, and the weak point of the tires is also not ignored.

It cost nearly six hundred thousand dollars, and a lot of time.

Only a few days ago, I got the modified mechanical monster. Even if it is suddenly attacked in the future, I will have enough reaction time.

Arriving at a gas station, the steering wheel turned and the vehicle turned in with a groan. (End of chapter)