My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan noticed the Asian guy's surprised gaze and just smiled and shrugged.

"boss."

Gene looked aside and said, "Can I say something?"

Ethan understood and took a few steps to the side to look at the garage, leaving room for them to talk.

The room that the Asian guy Gene came out of is his office and the storage of information.

Next to it is a large rolling shutter. Judging from the marks on the ground, this place should be where they often come in and out.

In the corner next to the rolling gate is a large iron cage.

There was a low bench inside, which seemed to be a temporary detention room.

"Ethan."

After a while, Hank waved to him: "We should go up there."

"OK."

Ethan nodded to the Asian guy and went out from where he came in with Hank.

Walking up the stairs just now, Hank told him the password, demonstrated it once, and then opened the iron mesh door.

As Ethan walked up, he asked:

"Why did they look like that just now?"

"what expression?"

"Surprised, surprised?"

"I don't smile at everyone."

Hank said something domineering and strode up the stairs.

There is a badge board hanging on the wall at the corner of the stairs. Dozens of badges with different patterns are pasted on the blackboard, which is really beautiful.

Three flags were erected at the top of the stairs.

The Stars and Stripes, the state flag and the city flag, and a large map of Chicago is posted on the wall next to the flags.

Walking up the stairs, a large, well-lit room of about twenty square meters comes into view.

There are several desks arranged on the left and right, with a passage in the middle, and two rooms at the end of the passage.

In the empty space on the upper left side of the room door, a flag with the police department badge and the Chicago flag was nailed to remind visitors where this place is.

"Pop."

Hank stood in front of the main room and clapped his hands twice: "Attention, everyone."

"This is Ethan Morgan, the new detective on our team."

Several people who were chatting inside all stood up and looked at Ethan curiously.

Judging from his age, he is only twenty-three or fourteen years old. It is rare to see such a young police detective.

Hank stepped forward and introduced Ethan.

"Detective Antonio Dawson."

He looks like a white male of Hispanic descent, in his thirties, wearing a military green V-neck T-shirt, with a muscular build.

He wears a dog tag on his chest. He must have served in the army. There is an earring on his left ear.

"Detective Julie White."

Caucasian female, with short blond hair, in her thirties, good-looking, but unfortunately, judging from the ring on her hand, she must be married.

"Detective Jay Halsted."

The white man is in his twenties, has short black hair, and is also wearing a T-shirt, giving him a handsome look.

"Detective Ervin Olinsky."

The white man looked to be almost fifty years old. He was dry and unshaven, holding a pencil in his mouth and wearing a duck-bill hat on his head.

"Detective Erin Lindsay."

Caucasian female, in her twenties, brown to blond, pretty, with a faint black mole on her cheek.

As Hank introduced them, Ethan quickly jotted down the characteristics of these people.

At the same time, he smiled and shook hands with them and said hello. From now on, he was the one who mixed rice in the same pot.

Including Sheldon Jean, the Asian guy who was in charge of technical support, and Hank, there are a total of eight people in the intelligence team of the 21st Precinct.

He was a little dizzy after meeting so many people at once.

Ethan expressed his understanding that they were all police detectives like him. He was on an equal footing with others who had been around for many years, so what else could he have to say about it.

"This is your desk."

Hank walked to an empty desk and knocked on it. There was only a computer on it: "As you requested, let's go and sit in my office first."

Ethan's desk is opposite Erwin, an old police detective in his fifties, in the corner.

My back was against the wall, and there was a passage next to it. I didn't know what it was for.

However, a filing cabinet was used to block the passageway from the desk, providing first-class privacy. From his position, he could see every move in the entire large room.

People can't see what he's doing on the computer unless they come over.

Ethan was very satisfied with his position and would enjoy his fishing life even more in the future. After taking a quick look, he and Hank walked into the Sheriff's Office at the end of the Chase Room.

The room next to it is a tea lounge.

There are things like coffee machines, refrigerators, sinks, tables and chairs inside.

When they walked into the Sheriff's Office, people outside immediately started gossiping.

"Hey, Antonio."

Horsted walked to the table closest to the stairs: "Do you know that guy just now? That table has been reserved for two months. I didn't expect it to be reserved for this person."

"Don't ask me." Antonio sat on the chair and looked at Irene sitting next to him:

“Do you have anything worth sharing?”

"No."

Erin shook her head: "Boyt never mentioned this person to me either."

"Olinsky."

Julie, who was sitting opposite Antonio, turned back: "Do you know anything about the newcomers?"

Olinsky peeled the banana slowly and smiled:

"All I know is that you shouldn't bully him just because he's young, and give him new rules."

"why not?"

Horsted said dissatisfied: "I bought you coffee for a week, and now you finally have a new person."

"Jay."

Olinsky threw away the banana peel and said with a smile: "The person who can keep Hank's desk for two months."

"You can try asking him to run errands for you, but I won't do it anyway."

Horsted looked around. Irene, Antonio and Julie all spread their hands, so he had to give up the idea.

Anyone who can be a police detective is not an idiot.

But it also made them full of curiosity about Ethan, not knowing who he was.

After closing the door, he sat down at the desk inside.

Hank opened the window and took out a cigarette: "Just treat it as your own place, you're welcome."

"Thanks."

Ethan took the cigarette and lit it.

There are several photo frames hanging on the wall of the office, and inside are photos of Hank receiving awards.

On the table, various documents are scattered messily.

"I'll tell you some things directly."

Hank flicked off his cigarette and looked at Ethan: "Some time ago, I was able to get out of prison smoothly and get promoted. In addition to the help of Phillips and his group of old friends, I also made a deal with people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"I will get the resources of the Department of Internal Affairs and help them as well."

"But this is just a game I played with them. You must not think that I am a policeman who betrayed the police."

"You just need to know these things yourself, I haven't mentioned them to anyone else."

Ethan nodded to show that he understood.

Thanks to brother Wild Ghost No. 18 for the reward, thank you