My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Cheese~"

"Click."

The flash light came on, and a photo of all members of the Banshee Town Police Department was displayed on the phone, with Brock standing in the middle and smiling from ear to ear.

Of course, the mayor is also among them.

He stood aside very wisely, with a faint smile on his lips.

The background is a bullet-riddled wooden wall, and all kinds of weapons and contraband are spread out in front of them. Every police officer looks energetic, with smiles on their faces.

This needs to be reported in the newspaper.

Of course, Ethan would not miss the opportunity to improve his political performance.

But there was one person who was not involved. Bunker stood aside silently, watching Calvin's body being carried into the ambulance.

The scene is basically cleaned up.

After the photo was taken, they were ready to leave.

"The person is dead." Ethan strode up to Bunker and hugged his shoulders: "Rather than fall into this kind of emotion, it is better to take care of the living people. Maggie needs you now."

"Some things should be let go, and it's time to move on."

"Um."

Bunker took a deep breath and cheered up.

Several people returned to the police station.

Maggie and the child had been taken to the police lounge by Siobhan. Bunk couldn't wait to see each other. Ethan didn't want to see that crying scene, so he turned around and walked towards the interrogation room with Brock.

"Hey~"

Emmett, who was guarding the door like an iron tower, saw the two of them coming, smiled and raised his hand to say hello: "I have heard what happened."

"Next, we can finally relax for some time."

"Pa~"

Ethan reached out and patted him hard, shook his head and said, "You are wrong. I need you to maintain high-intensity patrols for at least a month, and anyone who wants to jump out will be locked up."

When the old order is destroyed, there will always be someone new who wants to take over.

In the first few days, no one dared to take the lead, but in the future, there will always be people trying to jump out and take over the remaining forces left by the Aryan Brotherhood.

Definitely hit those people hard.

Emmett also wanted to understand this and scratched his head with a smile.

"Leave this to me." Ethan waved to him: "Go and mind your own business!"

When the big black guy left, Brock looked at Ethan.

"I'll talk to her alone first."

The latter shrugged and said with a faint smile: "If you don't cooperate, then whatever happens will be done."

Regarding how to deal with Cruz, the two had a brief exchange on the way back. The other party was somewhat valuable, so Ethan planned to squeeze out the last trace of her oil and water.

Cruz’s identity will be kept secret for now.

The Lord Sheriff waved and left.

Bang bang.

After knocking on the door, Ethan pushed the door directly in and looked at the tough policewoman sitting in front of the interrogation table with a smile.

The other person hugged his full chest and sat expressionless.

Pretend to be someone who is far away from you.

When he saw Ethan entering the door, he raised his eyelids.

After closing the door, he walked behind the interrogation table and sat down. He took out his cigarettes and lighters, lit them comfortably, then stacked them together, and pushed them toward the tough policewoman.

The latter smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke on the other party's body, and his face became even more gloomy.

but.

This didn't stop her from grabbing a cigarette and lighting it.

"Why?"

A puff of white smoke blew out from his red lips, and Cruz raised his chin slightly.

The look in his eyes looked very dissatisfied.

Although she didn't understand why she was exposed, she was sure that she left no evidence, so everything could be redeemed.

"Please."

Ethan spread his hands and looked at the woman in front of him with a smile: "We are all smart people, so don't try to insult my IQ. You are an undercover agent of the Aryan Brotherhood, aren't you?"

"I want to see a lawyer."

The last glimmer of hope was extinguished, and Cruz's face fell completely.

As a law enforcement officer, she knew how to deal with this situation, and keeping her mouth shut was the best option now.

"No, you don't need to."

Ethan blew a puff of smoke into her face and rejected this reasonable request: "Actually, your opinion about me is correct. I am indeed a very unruly person."

"Secondly, I am not a law enforcement officer and do not need any evidence."

"As long as I think you are, then you are!"

While talking, take out your phone.

He clicked on the photo album and showed it to Cruz. On it was Watts's head in a tragic death state. With a flick of his finger, Calvin's death state also appeared in front of Cruz, making her breathe quickly.

It hasn't stopped yet, with the last flick of the fingers.

Simmons' photo also appeared on the phone, and Cruz was completely panicked, with a drop of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

He was smoking a cigarette in his mouth.

She licked her mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: "When was I exposed?"

Even Simmons's photo appeared in the other party's hands. It seemed that this guy had completely stripped himself clean, so she became single and no longer struggled in vain.

Ethan was very satisfied with the other party's performance.

"Just before you were exposed."

He put the phone down and made a pun with a smile.

This sentence made Cruz's face turn red. It turned out that she had been jumping around in front of the other party like a circus monkey. The shameful emotion made her clenched her fists tightly.

"Please."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "You don't want to be like this. Generally speaking, I am the one who suffers the most!"

"asshole."

Cruz was furious and jumped up from his chair.

Swinging his fist towards the opposite side.

"Bang."

Before she could realize what was going on, she was pressed hard on the interrogation table, and her neck was strangled tightly by steel-like fingers.

"Are you sure you want to do something stupid?"

Ethan twisted her arm and pinched her with the other hand until her face turned red. He held a cigarette in his mouth and sneered: "Believe it or not, I will strangle you to death right here and you will be able to escape completely afterwards!"

Use a little more strength in your hands when you speak.

The slender neck seemed to be easily broken at any time in his hands.

The horror of dying almost made Cruz incontinent. She kept tapping her feet on the ground, trying to get a little more breathing space, but the suffocating feeling still came like a tide.

But Ethan had no intention of letting go.

Just staring at each other, sowing fear deep into this woman's heart.

It wasn't until the other person's eyes started to wander that he let go of his hand.

"Huh~~~"

There was a sound of rapid inhalation in the interrogation room, followed by a violent cough, and he was choked with snot and tears. Cruz lay weakly on the table, like a fish that was almost crushed to death.

Ethan shook his hand and turned around to sit down.

He put his feet up on the table and continued to smoke his cigarette slowly, as if what he had just done was an insignificant thing.

It wasn't until a while later that Cruz calmed down.