My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There is no other way, handsome people are popular everywhere.

Ethan said with a smile: "I'm here to see Hank Boyt. I talked to him on the phone before and asked me to wait for him here."

"oh."

The female police chief smiled and pointed to the side: "You can just wait for him over there."

A patrolman nearby noticed this scene and opened his mouth in surprise. The female police chief looked over coldly, and the young patrolman hurriedly turned his head.

"OK, thanks."

Looking back, there are benches placed against the wall next to the door leading up the steps.

He nodded his thanks and walked towards the bench.

Ethan sat down with peace of mind, took out his cell phone and took a look. The time agreed with Hank was still a few minutes away.

After chatting with Jia Bo for a while, she sent him her new address so that he could come over and play with her.

Not long after, the voice of the female police chief sounded:

"Boyt, someone's looking for you."

Ethan raised his head and saw a familiar figure.

"Ethan."

Hank turned around, saw it was him, and hurriedly walked over with his hands open.

"Boit."

Ethan put away his phone, quickly stood up, hugged him firmly, and the two of them patted their backs hard.

After a few blows, it was obvious that Hank couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly let go of Ethan:

"How's it going? Did the journey go well?"

"very smooth."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'm here, I hope I can help."

"Please, don't say this."

Hank shook his hand again, his face beaming.

What happened two months ago was still vivid in Hank's mind.

Between men, after experiencing a life and death crisis together, the relationship will quickly sublimate.

He indeed regarded Ethan as a friend, and it was so interesting that others traveled thousands of miles to help him.

"Come on, follow me."

Hank patted Ethan's shoulder and walked towards the reception desk: "Pratt, this is my friend, Ethan Morgan, I mentioned it to you before."

Receiving the Virgin Sheriff, Pratt, she was very surprised by Hank's performance just now.

In the Bureau, Hank Boyt has always shown himself as a tough guy and emotionally reserved.

Actions like the one just now are rare.

"Hey, Mr. Morgan."

But she still gathered her energy and reached out to Ethan: "Trudy Pilates, you can call me Pilates."

"Just call me Ethan."

After shaking hands with her, the two looked at Hank together.

"Please, Ethan Morgan." Hank spread his hands and said to Pilates: "I told you before."

"Look at my memory."

Pilates quickly took off his glasses and said with a smile: "The new police detective, right?"

"That's right."

Hank nodded heavily: "Detective from the intelligence team."

Because of Phillips and Hank's relationship, a lot of the paperwork had already been done in advance, so with Pilates, Ethan's onboarding went very smoothly.

Hank took him to see the branch director again for an interview.

Ethan came out of the police academy and did have a record of service and a very good resume. With Phillips' arrangement, the branch chief ended the conversation after a few small talk.

An hour later, he successfully received his uniform, police badge, locker key and various paperwork.

In the locker room, Ethan hung up his uniform and put his silver hat and service bag in it.

They are plainclothes, and under normal circumstances, there is no need to wear these things.

I will also bring a few changes of clothes with me when the time comes, so that I can encounter any situation when I go out on duty.

Playing with the Chicago police badge, it was the silver five-pointed star he was familiar with, but the pattern was different.

Hanging his badge on his belt, Ethan transformed into a plainclothes detective in the Intelligence Unit of the 21st Precinct of the Chicago Police Department.

"Shet."

Boyt patted him on the shoulder and said in a hoarse voice:

"Now, you are the most handsome detective in the 21st Precinct."

Ethan was wearing black boots, dark blue jeans, and a black leather jacket.

Nora couldn't stand him wearing cheap clothes and looking careless all day long, so she directly upgraded his wardrobe.

This set of clothes cost several thousand.

The foundation is already good, and with the clothes, the whole person looks even more handsome.

"Thanks."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile:

“Where can I get firearms?”

He noticed that most of the people coming and going in the police station had a Glock 17 on them.

"Our intelligence team has its own equipment room."

Hank waved: "I'll take you over. It's time to introduce our people to you."

Along the way, Hank walked in a hurry, as if he was in a deserted place. He proudly introduced: "The Intelligence Team is the most important department of the 21st Branch."

"Our office area is over here."

When passing the reception desk, Ethan smiled at the receptionist, the female police sergeant Pratt, and followed Hank to the right.

A few meters to the right of the hall is an upward staircase.

At the entrance to the stairs, it was sealed with an iron cage, and there was a code lock on the door.

Hank pointed upward: "That's our office area. Go get the equipment first."

They walked around the stairs and walked in from the side passage.

Pushing open the side door, you come to a large garage.

"Shush."

As soon as he walked into the garage, he saw Ethan blowing a whistle in the equipment room in the corner.

The so-called equipment room is a large iron cage with a square table in the middle. On the gun cabinet next to it, various firearms are neatly placed together.

Next to the iron cage is a large room.

Through the window glass, you can see several rows of shelves inside, with densely packed materials stacked on top of each other.

"Sheriff."

The figure flashed, and an Asian guy wearing a dark plaid shirt walked out and said hello to Hank.

"Sheldon Jean."

Hank extended his hand and introduced: "Technical support from our intelligence team."

Seeing this handsome Asian guy with a handsome face, Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Ethan Morgan."

Hank duly introduced: "The new detective."

The Asian guy Gene quickly shook hands with him: "Hello, if you have any technical needs, just contact me."

"Didi didi."

Hank pressed the combination lock in the equipment room and opened the iron mesh door: "Come on, take whatever you want and Gene will help you register the procedures."

"Long guns are usually kept in the car and picked up during action, and the same goes for bullet-proof vests."

On the gun cabinet, there are mainly AR-15 and Glock 17.

Ethan picked up a Glock and weighed it gently.

Although he was very used to it, he decided to change his style.

"Do you have a python revolver here?"

Ethan put down the Glock and glanced back and forth: "The six-inch one?"

Keep the change, please.

Gene spread his hands: "Sorry, we don't have them here."

Ethan looked at him and asked, "Can I register my personal gun for use?"

Gene nodded and said: "If you are willing, of course, no problem."

Accompanied by Hank, he walked out of the police station, took out the Python revolver from the car, and registered the gun as a carry-on gun.

The intelligence team works in plain clothes, and Ethan does not need to continue wearing the heavy duty belt.

The Chinese brother Gene got him an armpit holster, inserted the python revolver into it, and hung a bunch of handcuffs on his waist, simple and concise.

"You don't look like a plainclothes police detective." Hank patted the Glock on his waist and said with a smile:

"More like a federal agent, a cowboy kind of guy."

A huge silver revolver was looming inside Ethan's jacket.

Thanks to Qilushanren for the tip, thank you