My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Windy City, Chicago.

The city is located on the southern shore of Lake Michigan, home to skyscrapers and a stunning city skyline.

Since we were not in a hurry, we rested for one night in a motel on the way.

At noon the next day, Ethan finally arrived in the third largest city in the United States.

Traveling through the city, the dusty Dodge Challenger soon came to a clean and tidy neighborhood with tall trees on both sides of the road.

There are withered yellow leaves scattered on the sidewalk, which looks very close to nature.

The entire community has a quiet atmosphere, and the cars parked on the roadside are mostly mid- to high-end.

The vehicle was driving slowly, and through the car window, I could see that most of the pedestrians on the road and the passing drivers were white.

Seeing the correct house number, the vehicle stopped in front of a three-story villa.

The red brick exterior wall of the villa has a unique shape.

The square lawn in front of the door is surrounded by an iron fence as high as one person, and there are a dozen or so small flat lawns with several carefully trimmed bushes.

Some time ago, he asked Hank to help introduce a reliable real estate agency.

After several days of communication and understanding, Ethan determined the residence which was only about ten minutes drive from the police station.

He was used to being alone, and he didn't want to squeeze in the apartment upstairs or downstairs.

I simply rented a small villa for five thousand dollars a month and lived more comfortably by myself.

Although the rent alone almost consumes all my salary.

But the salary is negligible to him.

Ethan picked up the package, walked to the iron door, pressed the combination lock, and the iron door clicked open.

After setting another password, he took a few steps forward and walked up the steps.

There was also a combination lock on the door. After repeating the previous operation, Ethan opened the door and walked into the house.

Because of Hank's relationship, the real estate agent introduced him to the best properties.

The entire house has just been renovated.

According to the agent, no one has lived here since it was renovated.

The agent sent him a lot of real photos and videos. Now that Ethan has seen the real thing, he is very satisfied with his choice.

The overall decoration style is youthful and looks clean and bright.

The place you enter through the front door is the large living room, and walking inside is an open kitchen and dining room with only some simple matching furniture, such as sofas, tables and chairs.

Push open the back door next to the dining room and enter the backyard.

The back yard is larger than the front yard, with an area of ​​more than 20 square meters. Tall shrubs surround the entire backyard, and there is a small swimming pool in the corner.

You can rest and have gatherings in this place.

Returning to the house, he walked down the stairs to the basement.

There is a space about ten square meters wide below, but I don’t want to use it for anything yet.

Go up to the second floor, which is Ethan's favorite place.

Unlike other single-family villas, which have a lot of small rooms, try to use the space as much as possible.

On the second floor here, there is a large suite and a small room.

The large suite is fully equipped with bedrooms, dressing rooms, and bathrooms. Living in it is as spacious as in Banshee Town, so you don't have to feel so uncomfortable.

On the third floor, there is a small room and a large terrace.

The view here is wide and you can see high-rise buildings in the distance.

Returning to the living room on the first floor, Ethan threw the package on the floor, lifted the dustproof cloth on the sofa, and sat down comfortably.

The whole house is not equipped with much furniture. The basic facilities such as central air conditioning, toilet, bathtub, and sink are complete, but many things need to be added.

Don’t rush these things, you’ll have plenty of time later.

Looking at the fireplace opposite, Ethan took out his cell phone, and after checking on several good friends that they were safe, he made a call.

Soon, Hank's hoarse voice sounded:

"Ethan, are you here?"

"Already arrived in Chicago, just arrived at the residence." Ethan replied.

"OK."

There was a voice coming from Hank's side, probably in the car: "I've done all the paperwork for you, but I have something to deal with now."

"I'm very sorry. Can you wait for me at the police station?"

"I'll be back at the police station in half an hour. I'll take you to pick up your things later."

"Ok, no problem."

Ethan also knows that there is no set time for this business, so he won't say anything, he just goes to the police station and waits calmly.

Report the day earlier and get paid the day earlier.

Earning some rent is not easy.

Throwing the package directly into the living room, Ethan walked out of the residence.

He bought a sandwich from a vendor on the road, ate his lunch, and drove slowly to the 21st Precinct.

Along the way, he looked around curiously.

After leaving the community where I live and passing a few streets, it is obvious that the security situation is different.

The small groups of black men on the road, the seductively dressed women on the street corners, and the nervous-looking street vendors under the bridges all reminded me of where I was now.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

A half-grown Heizi noticed Ethan's gaze, made gang gestures, and looked over provocatively.

Ethan smiled and stepped on the accelerator.

The Dodge Challenger climbed over the pole where the sneakers were hanging and headed forward.

Soon we arrived at the 21st Precinct, where white-blue painted police cars were parked everywhere, with white as the main color and light blue waistlines.

It’s still the familiar Crown Victoria, and it still has that familiar feeling.

The roar of the Dodge Challenger is particularly eye-catching here, and many people are paying attention.

I found a spot and parked the car.

Ethan glanced at the crowded police station building and straightened his clothes.

He had never worked in a place with so many people, so he felt a little uneasy when he came to a new environment.

After taking a few breaths, he took steps.

Walking into the front door, there are wide wooden steps.

Follow the hurried patrolman up the steps and arrive at the reception hall of the police station.

He took off his sunglasses and looked around.

On the ground, there is a huge printed pattern, which, if you guessed correctly, should be the insignia of the Chicago Police Department.

Directly in front, there is a reception desk four to five meters wide, with several people busy inside.

Ethan walked straight towards the reception desk. The reception desk had obviously been raised to give the people standing inside a psychological advantage.

Before he came here, he had already learned about the organization of the Chicago Police Department. They followed the British style in many aspects, especially in terms of titles.

In front of him was a white female police officer in her thirties, with a little white hair and a wrinkled face.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt instead of the light blue ones worn by those next to her.

Judging from her armband, she must be a police sergeant.

Ethan cleared his throat and said with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Sheriff."

The female police chief looked at the documents in her hand with a straight face and raised her head casually: "How can I help you?"

The moment she saw Ethan, a smile bloomed on her face:

"Can you help me with anything?"