My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Jia Bo helped Carly escape from the insurance company and finally breathed a sigh of relief after returning to the car.

Carly took off her hood and coughed twice in pain.

In order to prepare for possible attacks by rabbits, she has actually been conducting fighting training secretly in the past few years.

But she didn't expect that in just a split second, her whole body was picked up by Ethan like a doll, without any power to fight back.

When she was thrown heavily to the ground, she seemed to feel that her internal organs were shaking, and she was unable to speak.

Looking at the edge of Chi Chi's boots, her heart clenched. If Jabber hadn't called out in time, Carly suspected that she would have been kicked to pieces.

"Fakeyu, Fakemi."

Jabber slapped the steering wheel hard and started the vehicle angrily: "I told you this was a bad idea."

"Shut up."

There was a sharp pain in Carly's back, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Didn't you say that the alarm system has been disarmed?"

"Fakeyu, Bichi, don't blame me."

Jiabo stepped on the accelerator and said excitedly: "How many times have I told you, we only have three minutes, but you idiot is unwilling to leave."

"You are really new. It took you so long to open a broken safe."

"Shut up and drive."

Carly hissed: "Ethan, this bastard put so much force on me."

"Why didn't I throw you to death?" Jiabo stepped on the accelerator manically: "You think about how to explain it later, I won't hug you."

After Ethan crossed Jabber, he pushed open the fire door on the third floor.

The piercing sirens were still ringing, but he lowered his guard at this time and pretended to search around.

Hood followed and rummaged through the boxes with the same expressionless expression.

"Did you find anything?"

In the other direction, there were dense footsteps, and several figures ran up from another staircase. Siobhan found that it was the two of them and lowered his gun.

"Unfortunately, those people should have run away."

Ethan replied casually, pushed open the door of the finance room, glanced around inside, and found an open safe in the corner, with only some documents left in it.

Hood said with a livid face: "Secure the scene and see what clues we can find."

Brock nodded happily. This sergeant, who had always been aloof, finally slowly integrated in. There was a theft in the jurisdiction, and the sergeant couldn't be indifferent.

Soon, people from the insurance company also rushed to the scene. No doubt, no clues were obtained.

When it comes to security, Jiabo is the most cautious person he has ever met.

The fact that Jiabo was blocked just now had already shocked him, and no more evidence would be left at the scene.

Ethan accompanied the people from the insurance company to adjust the surveillance, and found that the content monitored was just a video that was played repeatedly.

Hood asked Siobhan to take photos of the crime scene, reluctantly collected some evidence, and then returned home.

The next thing is very simple, just check it slowly.

After a lot of twists and turns, they returned to the police station to finish the work. Hood waved his hand and everyone got off work.

Ethan and Hood had a tacit understanding and drove towards Davis Bar one after the other.

There were still a few customers in the bar at this time. Jabber and Carly sat far away on the bar, drinking quietly.

Seeing Hood and the others walking into the bar, Candy was confused as to why they all came here tonight, and the two people who came in just now didn't say a word, just immersed themselves in drinking.

"Candy, give me something to drink, thank you."

Hood knocked on the table and sat down tiredly.

Candy turned out two glasses, poured half a glass of whiskey into each, grabbed one of them and threw it to the side.

The wine glass slid along the patinated countertop, and Ethan grabbed it and sat down next to Jabber.

"Tonight is the last round. The old man needs to rest early."

Candy noticed Hood winking at him, picked up the cup at hand, and clinked it a few times.

There were complaints, but it was almost the usual closing time. Although the remaining drinkers were dissatisfied, they still paid their bills and left one after another.

Ethan took a sip of wine, stood up, locked the bar door, and returned to his seat.

Everyone was quiet except for Guangdong who didn't know what was going on. As smart as he was, he silently poured himself a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

Jabo's eyes were blank, and he casually counted how many people were standing in the photo of Candy winning the championship.

Carly's long hair hung down, covering her face so that her expression could not be seen clearly. She slowly drank a cup of Long Island iced tea through a straw.

Ethan took out his cigarette, lit it with a click, and blew out a puff of smoke.

After taking a few sips of wine, Hood broke the suffocating silence: "I thought we were a team. When were Ethan, Candy, and I kicked out."

Candy was stunned, he glanced at Carly and Jabber with an ugly expression, picked up the glass and smelled the aroma of whiskey.

After another quiet moment, Carly raised her head and said expressionlessly:

"It's not what you think."

"What's that like? Aren't you two doing private work tonight?" Hood turned to look over.

As the person who pulled this team together, he has the obligation to stand up and ask questions clearly, and also to give an explanation to others.

"I need this money."

“Everyone needs money, so we work together.”

"Not the kind of job you think of, not just for the money."

"What kind of job is that?"

Hood and Carly went back and forth, tit for tat.

Carly took a few heavy breaths and looked at Candy: "I'm very sorry. My son is seriously ill and needs surgery. There is not enough money."

The bar became quiet again, Candy nodded slowly.

Hood drank the wine and said helplessly: "If you have any difficulties, you can tell us and we will help you."

"At least before you act, can you give me a call?"

Carly was annoyed and ashamed. She gritted her teeth and said, "Why do I need you to take care of what I want to do?"

Hood put down his wine glass with a bang.

"I don't care about other places, not in Banshee Town. If you do things like this tonight, it's not me and Ethan who find you, but other subordinates of the police station. What are you going to do?"

"You are taking a huge risk. How much can you steal? 100,000, 200,000. Don't forget that you just came out of prison."

"Subordinates? Just those losers."

Carly sneered, stared at Hood and said, "Did you hear what you were saying? You really think of yourself as a bullshit police chief."

Ethan tapped the cigarette with his fingers, shook off the ashes, and turned his head to look.

Carly noticed Ethan's unkind look, her heart twitched, and her back ached even more. She asked even more unhappily:

"Waterfa, do you have any opinions?"

Ethan directly crushed the cigarette butts: "Fakeyu, I'm not your ex-boyfriend. I don't need to hear this shit. I suggest you think carefully about what you want to say before talking to me."

Carly remembered the time she was thrown, and felt frightened for a moment. She pursed her lips and breathed heavily.

Candy smelled the smell of gunpowder and stood up quickly:

"Everyone calm down, there is no need for this."

Ethan stood up and shook his finger at Carly: "I can understand you doing some private work for your son."

"But this is a team, not a place for you to be petty."

"It's okay if you do something wrong. It's no big deal to apologize, but your attitude just now was just messy."

He drank the wine in the glass, patted Jiabo on the shoulder, turned and walked outside.