My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Mayor's office.

The sunlight falls from the window onto the yellow leather document bag, and you can still see the rough edges on it.

Putting down the wine glass he was holding, Ethan patted the bag.

Looking at Brock questioningly.

"Your news is correct." Brock grinned as he choked on the strong drink, cleared his throat and continued: "There are indeed strangers from New York appearing in the town, and their temperaments are unusual."

"Ding ding."

After tapping the badge on his chest, the sergeant nodded and said, "There are certain auras that we can easily sense."

"In there are pictures that Bunker and I took."

"Don't worry, I didn't disturb them."

"them?"

Upon hearing this, Ethan quickly opened the bag and poured out a few printed photos.

All were candid shots taken from a distance.

Some were sitting in the car, and some were inquiring for information. There were three people in total, all young men in their thirties. From the photos, it could be felt that these people should be law enforcement officers.

Combined with the New York license plate.

It can be confirmed that this is the HR person of the black police organization.

Looking at these photos, he smiled and picked up the wine glass, tapping his fingers lightly on it.

When such a big thing happens, HR will naturally send people over to check. The most important thing is that they need to find Maggie, which is crucial to Simmons and the people behind him.

Failure to find Maggie meant their investment would be wasted.

Of course, Ethan's new insider Cruz also reported this news, so that Brock and Bunker could be alerted to the anomaly within an accurate time frame.

"I've also investigated it."

After exhaling the breath of alcohol, Brock frowned: "One of them is asking for news about Maggie, saying he is her distant cousin."

"Is there anything I need to know about this?"

"That's it." Ethan thought for a while, but decided to tell part of the story: "You also know that Cruz is an undercover agent. She is also a member of a black police organization in New York. That organization, I suspect, is the top line of the Brotherhood. "

"The reason why these people came to Maggie should be due to internal disputes of interests within their organization."

"This is why I said before that she would be in danger."

Hearing this, Brock's face turned ugly, and he unexpectedly brought up the New York criminal police organization.

As soon as you hear it, you know it's not something to mess with.

This is not the point. The point is that these people keep coming to cause trouble on their own territory, which makes him extremely unhappy. Small town police chiefs like them are creatures with extremely strong territorial consciousness.

"What are we going to do?"

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Brock slammed it on the table: "This is the damn Banshee Town. Do you need me to have them all arrested?"

The police department is now strong and strong.

This guy also talks a lot tougher words.

"Need not."

Waving his palms, Ethan rejected his idea: "What's the reason? These people have done nothing so far. This is not the first blood. You can't deport them, right?"

Brock scratched his head and nodded helplessly.

He also knew that his idea was unreliable.

This just shows attitude.

"Don't worry about them."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the table and said in a deep voice: "To put it bluntly, in the eyes of others, what we did the past few days was business. If this black police organization still has sense, they will not be stupid enough to provoke the police station."

"As for other matters, just leave them to me."

He smiled faintly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "I'm not someone who doesn't fight back when someone decides to do so. You don't need to participate in this kind of thing. You should understand what I mean, right?"

"clear."

Brock's heart trembled and he responded quickly.

Obviously there are some things that he doesn't know about, and it has become a personal grudge.

People become better with age.

Although he is not old yet, he is definitely a smart man.

There is no need to ask too much about some things, as long as you know what is going on. To be a subordinate, you must have the consciousness of being a subordinate.

After a few more small talk, Brock left quickly.

Grabbing those photos, Ethan took them with his cell phone and sent them to Harold. Everyone had agreed to share HR information with each other, and maybe there would be some unexpected discoveries.

"Dudu."

Not long after the photo was sent, a video call request came from the phone.

After pressing the answer button, Harold's big nose appeared on the screen. The camera zoomed out, and the horse-dog named Little Bear also appeared in the corner of the room.

Looking at the background, it’s still the same library as last time.

"Mayor Morgan."

Harold pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and said repeatedly: "Actually, I was just trying to contact you. Those three photos you sent me, if I'm not mistaken, they should all be from HR, right?"

"New York police!"

"Um?"

Ethan was a little surprised: "Mr. Harold, how did you guess this?"

I just sent a photo.

There are no labels.

"the reason is simple."

The camera switched to the opposite side, and a whiteboard with photos appeared on the phone screen. Harold's voice sounded off-screen: "These three people you sent over are all on my list!"

Looking at the whiteboard opposite, Ethan took a breath.

There were densely packed photos posted on that whiteboard. At a quick count, there were more than thirty.

There are men and women.

Even Cruz's photo is on it, and Simmons is indispensable among them. The people on it are all wearing New York police uniforms, and the man in the corner is one of the three guys he just sent.

"Could it be?"

Ethan blinked his eyes and his throat felt a little thirsty: "Are all the people up here in danger of their lives?"

He has killed too many people.

Thirty or so is not surprising, mainly because these are law enforcement officers.

This thing is a bit scary.

To put it bluntly, even if only one-third of the people above died, it would still cause an earthquake in the New York Police Department.

"Unfortunately."

Harold switched the camera again, and his expression looked a little surprised, so he spoke quickly: "Mr. Morgan should know the reliability of the information I obtained, and more."

After a slight pause, he continued: "I suspect these are all members of the HR organization."

"I am contacting you this time because I want to ask for help."

"To be honest, the list this time is really terrifying. I am in urgent need of someone who can help."

"OK."

Ethan thought for a while and agreed immediately.

To be honest, he has no interest in saving HR, but when it comes to HR, this is another matter.

Harold was right.

So far, the other party's information source has been very reliable, so even if this guy doesn't send out an invitation, he will go to New York to find out what's going on and why HR people are on the death list.

No matter what, something serious must have happened to this organization.

This is something you can’t miss.