My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Dressed neatly, Ethan stood next to the cabinet next to the bed.

There was a silver badge buckled on a round black wallet on top, and the sun shone on it, shining brightly.

He reached out and grabbed the badge, buckled it on his belt, turned and walked downstairs.

I only bought some household items last night and the refrigerator was still empty, so I had to go out for breakfast.

While he had time in the morning, he also found a car wash shop.

After traveling more than a thousand kilometers from Banshee Town to Chicago, the car's body was already covered in dust and looked gray.

After being cleaned, the Dodge Challenger was finally restored to its former glory.

Since his car had a Pennsylvania license plate, when checking out, Ethan generously lifted the corner of his clothes that was blocking the police badge, successfully avoiding a customer rip-off incident.

"Sheriff."

Ethan walked to the reception desk with brisk steps and put down the coffee in his hand: "I bought an extra cup. I hope you like it."

"Please, just call me Platt."

Sheriff Pratt, the virgin receptionist, saw the coffee in front of him and took it with a smile: "If you need help with anything in the future, just come to me."

"My words are still of some use."

"Don't say that." Ethan raised the coffee cup and smiled: "I didn't buy you coffee just for this."

"Besides Hank, you are the first friend I made in the police station, aren't you?"

"certainly."

"Then I'm welcome." Platt smiled, raised the cup, and took a sip.

Ethan shrugged and walked towards the stairs next to him.

"Detective."

At this moment, someone next to him shouted to him in a low voice.

Ethan turned his head and found that they were the two patrolmen who came to the intelligence team yesterday. The male policeman had a simple and honest smile, a bit like a melon, and was waving to him.

"What's matter?"

Ethan took a sip of coffee and walked over.

"We would like to ask you how you managed to please Pratt." The female patrol officer asked seriously: "You know, she is the receptionist for the sergeant."

"Atwater and I are patrol officers, and we have to accept her assignments every day."

"Platt is notoriously difficult to deal with and has a bad face. Her attitude towards you is obviously different. If you can do anything, please help."

"please."

After the female patrol officer finished speaking, she clasped her hands together, blinked her starry eyes, and looked at Ethan pitifully.

"I remember your name is Atwater, right?" Ethan looked at the black male police officer.

"That's right."

This black patrolman has short hair and is about the same height as himself.

Ethan looked at the white female patrol officer again. She had a long face and fair skin, and she had such a high energy in her whole body, which gave her a lot of points.

"I'm Burgess, Kim Burgess."

The policewoman quickly extended her hand and introduced herself again.

"I'm telling you two."

Ethan stepped forward and whispered: "Remember to keep it secret and never tell others."

Burgess and Atwater nodded quickly, like chickens pecking at rice.

"Here's the thing."

Ethan cleared his throat, raised his eyebrows and said, "Just be handsome."

"That's the trick, you're welcome."

He took a sip of coffee, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked toward the stairs leading to the second floor.

"I'm sure of one thing."

After the two people were stunned for more than ten seconds, Burgess said through gritted teeth: "This new detective is a bastard."

Atwater nodded with deep understanding and patted his partner on the shoulder helplessly.

"Good morning."

He arrived a little early, and Olinsky was the only one in the main room.

Olinsky was still dressed almost the same as yesterday, with a dark gray duck-billed hat covering his messy gray hair.

"morning."

Olinsky stood up with a pencil between his teeth and bumped fists with Ethan: "I didn't have much chance to communicate with you yesterday."

"I heard from Hank that you saved his life before."

"You saved his life, just like you saved mine, so I want you to know that I can be trusted, do you understand?"

"certainly."

Ethan shook his hand vigorously again: "Hank mentioned to me that there is some history between you."

"Just understand."

Orlinsky pinched the brim of his hat and raised the corners of his mouth: "I am mainly responsible for undercover, investigation and support work,"

"If you need any help, just ask me."

Ethan nodded: "No problem."

Olinsky asked curiously: "By the way, considering that you have just arrived in Chicago and have no informants, what is your specialty?"

In a department like theirs, it’s important to understand the capabilities of colleagues.

Otherwise, it would be very bad not to know who to rely on when encountering various situations.

Ethan struck his fist on his palm. He said doubtfully:

"My fists are harder, I don't know if that counts."

"Of course it counts."

Olinsky took off the pencil from his mouth and shrugged: "We old people like young people with strong fists."

The two of them sat next to each other and chatted without a word.

Other people also arrived in the office one after another.

After Hank arrived, they held a short meeting and then everyone went downstairs to the garage.

Horsted and Eileen, as arranged yesterday, dressed up as drug addicts with the help of Olinsky.

The rolling shutter door of the garage opened, and Antonio and Julie, the female police detective with short blond hair, drove the mobile vehicles to the door.

Hank and Ethan picked up the long guns from the equipment room and put them in the trunk respectively.

Police body armor is kept in the car at all times.

After everything was ready, Hank clapped his hands without saying anything and took the lead to get into the car.

There was a slamming of the door, and three cars quickly left from the back door of the police station.

Soon, another patrol car followed from behind.

Through the car window, he could see Burgess and Atwater. Ethan smiled and waved to them, only to receive a very forced smile.

"How about it?"

Hank held the steering wheel and asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you used to it so far?"

"Not bad." Ethan raised the window:

"You arranged such a big operation for me the next day, which was a bit of a surprise."

"This is what our intelligence team is like." Hank smiled:

"A city with a population of several million, a distribution center for unique products in the entire Midwest. You can imagine how many bastards are living here to make ends meet."

"You've just started, it's okay, take your time."

Ethan understood what he meant. No one would like a guy who jumped up and down as soon as he came over, and he was the same.

In a team, the ideas of other members are also important.

So he also made up his mind to take his time and integrate into the team first.

Outside an old apartment building, several cars were parked in separate corners in the distance.

"Bang bang bang."

"Leif, open the door."

Horsted's voice came from the headset.

Ethan took a small telescope and looked towards the apartment building. On the corridor on the third floor, Horsted and Irene were standing in front of the white door, beating.

According to the plan, they would make a simple inquiry and then leave, waiting for Hank's next action instructions.

"Open the door, man."

Horsted's knock on the door continued.

"What's going on?" A man's voice came from the headset.

"Is Leif home?"

Ethan held down the headset and could hear Horsted's slightly nervous voice. Through the telescope, the door was also opened a corner, but it was blocked by the two of them and no one could be seen.

The voice just now sounded again, saying angrily.

"Not here, so stop knocking."

On the third floor, Horsted pressed the door of the room and begged the white man with unshaven beard and black hair in front of him:

"Dude, this is my girlfriend."

He would glance over at Eileen, and she would pretend to be heart-wrenching at the right time.

"She is going to a solitary rehabilitation center tomorrow and wants to have some excitement tonight."

Horsted held out the money in his hand: "Please, I have always been in contact with Leif."

Eileen tugged on Horsted's arm: "Forget it, or we can come back another day."

"Fine."

At this moment, the man standing at the door glanced at them and stepped aside: "Come in."

Erin's face changed slightly, and from the corner of her eye she noticed a trace of blood on the man's trousers.

Horsted nodded, licked his lips and stepped towards the house.

Thanks to the commander of Jinyi Guards in Jinyi Town for the reward, thank you