My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

At a certain level, it is inevitable to play political games.

As the head of a department, it is very normal to be confused.

Hank was able to tell him this because he had great trust in him. Once the news about his cooperation with the Ministry of Internal Affairs spread, it would be difficult for Hank to behave as a person.

Every police officer has more or less irregularities.

People who cooperate with the Ministry of Internal Affairs and expose their own people are very disgusted.

"Okay, as long as you understand."

Hank knocked on the table: "There are a few people outside. Erin is my adopted daughter. If you don't understand anything, you can ask her."

"And Olinsky, I have known him for more than 20 years and have done many things together. He is one of our own."

Ethan smiled: "One of our own?"

"That's right." Hank nodded solemnly: "Olinsky is one of our own."

The people I’m talking about here are not just colleagues.

Only someone who has done dirty work together and has absolute trust can be called one of your own.

"Anyway, if you run into any trouble, or if someone asks you to do something, remember to communicate with me first."

Hank said seriously: "I will find a way to solve it."

Whatever he wants to do, he has always done it neatly and will not be sloppy, but hearing him say this also shows an attitude.

"This is the intelligence team. It will be very different from your previous life as a town police officer."

Hank continued: "Don't be anxious, take your time and study while working. I believe that with your ability, you will be able to get started soon."

"You know where my advantages are." Ethan shrugged:

"If you have any hard work, just leave it to me."

Mentioning Ethan's advantages, Hank remembered something and sat up straight: "I have to remind you, this is Chicago."

"If you don't want to be annoyed by the state attorney and the Internal Affairs Department, I suggest you keep a low profile."

"At the very least, this kind of behavior cannot happen again."

After finishing speaking, Hank made a gesture like swinging a knife to chop off his head: "You don't want to be called a devil detective, do you?"

"Don't worry, I know."

Ethan waved his hand quickly: "Last time I was too excited and couldn't control it."

"Really?" Hank glanced at him: "I'm an old policeman, and this isn't the first time I've seen your skillful movements."

Ethan spread his hands and shrugged with a smile.

After smoking, Hank also picked up the phone: "Okay, you go out and get familiar with them."

"For office supplies, please contact Gene directly and ask him to prepare them for you."

When I walked out of the Sheriff's Office, I could feel all the eyes on me from outside.

In fact, in a department like theirs, staff turnover is normal.

It's not very strange to have a new police detective, but it's rare to see someone like Hank, so they're all curious.

Ethan smiled and met their eyes unceremoniously.

This is a violent department, no humility.

Don't think that workplace bullying doesn't exist in these places. Old people bully newcomers everywhere. The old and the Americans have the best fun, it's a traditional entertainment.

"Can I call you Ethan?"

At this time, the man sitting on the outermost seat near the stairs came over with a smile: "I'm Antonio, where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound like a Chicagoan."

"sure."

The first person to stand up at this time must have a certain say in the intelligence team.

Ethan shook hands with him: "Pennsylvania."

"Keystone State, welcome to the Intelligence Team of the 21st Branch. Judging from your physique, you should be in shape." Antonio patted his shoulder:

"Let's work out together when we have time. My friend runs a store. If you go there, you can get a 20% police discount."

"Thanks."

Ethan smiled and replied: "There will be a chance."

Just now they just shook hands and got to know each other briefly. After chatting with Antonio for a few words, the rest of the people also walked up to him and greeted him.

From now on, we will all be in the same group, Ethan responded politely.

"Don't you have a gun?"

Olinsky saw that Ethan only had a police badge hanging on his waist, took out a red twist candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth: "Although we all need to pay for a carry gun at our own expense."

"But you can go to the equipment room to find Jean. It doesn't matter if you get one first."

"I brought it."

Ethan lifted up his jacket to give them a better look.

"Shet."

When he saw the Python revolver on the holster, Halstead, who had short black hair, touched his chin and said to Ethan:

"Can I take a look?"

"sure."

Ethan reached out and grasped the handle of the gun, pulled out the revolver, grabbed the barrel and handed it to him.

This gun cost him more than a thousand dollars at the time, and it was also a weapon that was used a lot. The walnut wood grip with finger grooves was shiny.

The Python revolver is twice as heavy as the Glock 17.

When Horsted took it in his hand, it felt heavy.

He put his index finger on the outside of the guard ring very experiencedly and aimed at an unoccupied place.

In such a violent institution, there is no one who doesn't like to play with guns.

After several of them played with the expensive revolver for a while, Irene handed the python back to Ethan:

"Good gun, well maintained."

"Thanks."

Ethan took the python back, turned it around, and put it back into the holster.

Equipped with a gun is a personal choice, and they had no objection to Ethan equipping a gun with a small ammunition capacity.

After chatting about the topic of carrying guns, Ethan also initially integrated into the team.

"Where is the rag?"

Ethan looked for it in the tea room but couldn't find it, so he went to Irene and asked in a low voice.

"terribly sorry."

Erin stopped what she was doing and quickly stood up to introduce Ethan to him.

She is Hank's adopted daughter, about 1.6 meters tall.

She has a pretty appearance and a cool smile.

Under her introduction, Ethan quickly figured out the placement of various objects and the division of areas in the intelligence team.

After finding the rag and bucket, he wiped all his places before he sat down with peace of mind.

Before he could turn on his computer, footsteps came from the stairs.

Two uniformed patrolmen and the Chinese guy named Gene came up the stairs. The male patrolman was a big black man with a simple and honest appearance.

The woman has fair skin, her hair is tied up in a ponytail, and she looks full of energy.

"Okay, everyone, listen."

At this moment, Hank opened the door and walked out of the office: "Regarding those cases of death caused by smoking alone, this morning, I have found the person responsible for this."

As he walked, he said:

"This peddler's name is Leif. He's on South Emerald Avenue."

"Regarding this operation, the plan is as follows. Horsted and Irene pretend to be customers buying unique products and knock on the door to inquire about the situation."

He said with a serious expression:

"But mark my words, don't come in, inquire about the situation first."

Thanks for the tip, I have a bottle of 1986 Lafite. Thank you.