My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The South Side of Chicago is a criminal paradise.

It is a flower of evil formed by the entanglement of gangs, drug dealers and various evil forces.

Seeing him nod, Hank continued:

"My intelligence team does not provide intelligence support as you think."

"It is responsible for very important work throughout the city, combating various violent cases, organized crime, drug dealers and other major cases."

Phillips took over his words and said to Ethan:

"Simply put, they are the sharp knife of the Chicago Police Department, not the kind of sub-department that you think of doing support work."

"In his place, you can get what belongs to you..."

Phillips thought for a moment and found the right adjective:

"pleasure."

Ethan smiled, fun was indeed something he was in short supply.

He looked at Hank again. As expected, the person who could make Phillips pay attention had two skills.

Being able to take charge of such an important department must be something special for him.

"IMHO."

Ethan cleared his throat: "I actually don't know you, why did you choose me?"

"You and I are the same kind of people."

Hank said seriously: "Phillips recommended you, I am very confident in you, and I also like your style of doing things."

"my style?"

Ethan narrowed his eyes: "I'll tell you the truth, I'm not a good policeman, if you understand what I mean."

"It's a coincidence." Hank's serious face showed a smile:

"I'm not a good cop either."

"I only care about my own people and try to do the right thing."

"I'm sorry. I've read your file. I know you like to break the rules when doing things, and I do the same, so I told you that we are the same kind of people."

"Don't worry, you are my friend."

Hank said sincerely: "You come and help me, I will protect you, and we will take care of each other."

"How about we kick those bad guys' butts together?"

Ethan licked his lips and tapped his fingers on the countertop:

"I have some conditions."

Hank and Phillips looked at each other, both of them beaming with joy.

I'm afraid that I can't ask for anything, and everything can be done easily if I have the conditions.

With such a knowledgeable and powerful person at my disposal, I will be more comfortable in whatever I do.

Hank nodded: "Tell me about it?"

Ethan crushed the cigarette butt: "Obviously, you will be the boss by then, and I respect that, but I hope..."

"There is no boss."

Hank interrupted: "We are friends, don't worry, I know what kind of person you are, and I won't treat you like the new subordinates in the bureau."

Just kidding, Phillips could only invite Ethan to work with him.

After witnessing Ethan's strength with his own eyes, how could he possibly ask him to work for him.

"You work with me, not for me."

Hank emphasized again and looked at him: "This is my promise."

In fact, Hank is a person with a very strong personality, but strength is still strength, and he also makes people angry. He knows that the other person is also a ruthless master, so why can't he get along with him like friends.

"Thanks."

Ethan smiled and continued:

"I may be a newbie, but I'm not a rookie."

Hank smiled hoarsely. After experiencing all this, he knew that the young man in front of him was much more powerful in combat than him, so how could he dare to treat him as a rookie.

"Please, who dares to treat you like a rookie." Phillips also said with a smile:

"Detective Ethan Morgan."

"Detective?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and picked up his coffee.

"Yes, detective." Phillips crossed his arms and said confidently: "Since we have found you, we will not send you away with just one police officer."

"Hank and I still have many old friends. It's easy to run a police detective position for you."

"Detective Morgan, do you like that title?"

"sounds good."

Ethan pointed the cup at them and said with a smile, "I quite like it."

"Then when do you need me to come over?"

Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, Hank was overjoyed: "Don't worry, I just got out of prison not long ago and haven't joined the job yet."

"After I join the job and clean up the intelligence team, you can come back."

Ethan asked curiously: "Get out of jail?"

"That's right." Hank shrugged: "As I said just now, I am not a good policeman who follows the rules."

Ethan smiled and shook his head, stretching out his arms:

"Save a good seat for me. I don't like others to see my computer screen. It's my instinct to be lazy."

"Ha ha."

Hank and Phiplis smiled at each other and held hands with Ethan: "It's a deal."

After talking about the matter, the two of them left quickly.

Ethan got into the Dodge Challenger and drove to the flower shop.

He and Hank agreed to leave for Chicago in about two months.

I had just resigned from my job and wanted to play for a while longer.

Hank also understood this.

When we came to the flower shop, it had become a sea of ​​flowers. Ethan had not been idle these days, decorating the shop with Rivera.

After a few days of rest, Dalia quickly regained her composure and was busy in the shop.

"Have you settled everything?"

Seeing Ethan walk in the door, Dalia put down the flower pot and stepped forward to give him a warm hug.

"Of course, it's a small thing."

This is his territory. From the mayor to the district attorney to the police department, everyone knows him. Even the people from the FBI are his own.

After confirming that he was okay, Dalia felt relieved.

The serial sacrificial murder case was solved, and the town returned to its former peace.

Two months have passed in a flash, and the weather has become colder.

In front of the lake house, Ethan threw a backpack into the back seat of the Dodge Challenger and looked back at the house.

For a long time in the future, I may not come back to live permanently.

The key was thrown and flew to the side in an arc.

Siobhan took the house key and looked at him reluctantly: "Aren't you going to stay a little longer?"

"No."

Ethan shook his head: "I have rested long enough, it's time to get myself moving."

In the past two months, he has been dealing with several women, living a chaotic life. If he doesn't find something to do, he will become decadent.

"You come and stay two or three days a week to make sure the house doesn't become deserted."

Ethan hugged her tightly: "I will come back when I have time. It's just Chicago and it's not very far. You can also fly to see me."

Siobhan's life is relatively regular, and it is more reliable to hand over the house to her.

Everyone else has said goodbye, and now that the house is taken care of, he can go to Chicago with peace of mind.

Ethan smiled and rubbed Siobhan's cheek, got in the car and left.

He didn't go to the highway immediately, but drove all the way in the direction he remembered. Looking at the familiar sights on the roadside, Ethan smiled.

Nora is now in high spirits as the chief, and has no sign of resistance like before.

The four-person team of Siobhan, Emmett, Brock and Bunker lived a peaceful life as a small town police officer. Dahlia and Rivera's flower shop business also gradually improved, and their days were full and comfortable.

Jenny Kinder had already moved away from Banshee Town and lived with her children. I haven’t seen her since she came back from the west coast.

But the most regrettable thing is Rebecca.

Proctor's villa was still quiet, with no sign of anyone.

During this period, I searched for Rebecca more than a dozen times, even at Amish gathering places, but I still couldn't find her.

The Dodge Challenger turned around at the door, picked up the fallen leaves on the ground, and left quickly.