My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan really didn't lie to her this time. The storage compartment was filled with colorfully packaged snacks.

When they squatted for a while, there was no time.

It is very necessary to put some food in the car.

Seeing the chocolate, beef jerky and other things inside, Erin's eyes lit up and her index finger moved.

Ethan added: "There are potato chips behind the seats."

After a while, there was a creaking sound in the car, and Irene's mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Following the motorcade back to the police station, Ethan parked his Cadillac CTS directly at the back door.

People from the intelligence team also stopped their cars.

Walking into the garage along the side door, everyone stopped and looked at Hank standing in the middle.

Hank coughed and took off his hat:

"I know that in these few days, everyone has been suffering, and so have I."

"Julie is gone and we need to move on."

"At my request, I have obtained the director's permission. From now on, the intelligence team will manage it according to my way."

"There will never be any joint handling of cases like before."

Hank pointed his finger at the ground: "This means no one interferes. From now on, this is our own intelligence team."

Everyone looked happy when they heard what he said.

From now on, you can do your own thing and no longer have to argue with others.

Although it is a tragic outcome, it is still good news.

"Okay." Hank clapped his hands: "Cheer up and change your clothes, we still have work to do."

In the locker room, Ethan took out the key and opened the blue locker.

"Hey."

Antonio walked next to him and held out his hand: "It's great to see you back. Again, thank you very much."

"Snapped."

The two clapped their hands and fist bumped.

Ethan took off his uniform and hung it in the locker: "You're welcome, we are on the same team, and this is what I should do."

He unbuttoned his light blue shirt again: "How is Diego doing now?"

"A little frightened."

Antonio pursed his lips: "But living is better than anything else."

"It's okay." Ethan patted his shoulder and put on his jacket.

"If you have time tonight"

Antonio opened the cabinet door and smiled: "Laura would like to invite you and Irene to have dinner at home to express my gratitude."

"ah!"

When Ethan heard this, he waved his hands quickly: "No need for this, really, I just did what I should do."

"That's what I meant too."

Antonio quickly changed his clothes, and the dog tags on his body swayed back and forth: "Laura said, if I can't invite you and Irene home, I will have to sleep on the sofa tonight."

"We are all brothers, you know what to do."

Having said that, it’s no use not agreeing. I originally wanted to go to the United Center to watch a game tonight, but now I have no choice but to give up.

A black Cadillac parked slowly on the side of the street.

Ethan looked at the single-family house with white walls not far away and pressed the intercom: "I have arrived at the designated location."

"very good."

The voice in the headset sounded, and Hank said in a deep voice: "Pay attention to the surrounding environment and report any suspicious people in time."

As soon as they got to work, the intelligence team received a task from the bureau.

According to intelligence, the leaders of three gangs in the area will gather in the house in front. It is not yet known what activities will be carried out, and they need to investigate this.

"receive."

Ethan let go of the walkie-talkie and looked across.

Olinsky and Rusek disguised themselves as road workers and wore yellow vests. Rusek was pretending to be working on the road, spray-painting road signs.

"Surveillance cameras have been set up."

Olinsky's voice came from the headset. He stood up and walked away from the fire pole equipped with a hidden camera.

"Irene and I have already taken our positions behind the house." Horsted's voice also sounded.

"Pick up your camera. Whether you are going in or coming out, I will collect everyone's information."

Hank ended the call and the intercom went silent.

Seeing Rusek pushing the pavement marking machine while basking in the sun, Ethan smiled and took out a bag of potato chips and ate them one bite at a time.

Half an hour later, there was movement in the rearview mirror.

He quickly pressed the intercom: "Guys, a suspicious person has appeared. He is wearing jeans and a yellow hoodie. His appearance is unclear."

In the rearview mirror, a man wearing a yellow hoodie hurriedly crossed the road.

He took out his cell phone and played with it calmly.

The hooded man walked menacingly to the target house, walked up the steps to the porch, and slapped the door with his hand.

Ethan quickly picked up the camera that he had put aside, zoomed in on the lens, and pointed it at the door.

As long as someone opens the door, his face will be captured.

At this moment, the man in the yellow hood reached behind his waist and pulled out a pistol.

"gun."

This guy is here to seek revenge, Ethan shouted into the intercom, pulled out the python and pushed open the door.

"Bang bang bang."

A burst of violent gunfire rang out, and instantly there were more than a dozen bullet holes in the front door of the house.

The hooded man was shaking like an electric shock, and clouds of blood mist exploded from his body.

"Surround the house, the people inside have no place to run." Hank and Antonio rushed out of the alley on the side, roaring loudly.

Rusek moved quickly toward the house, gun in hand, and tried to rush down the walk to the porch.

"Don't even think about it."

Ethan growled, reached out and grabbed Rusek's collar and pulled hard back.

He immediately flew back with the force and fell down on the lawn.

"What are you doing?"

Rusek sighed and asked excitedly.

"You still want to live, just obey the command." Ethan slapped him on the head: "A person was just killed at the door. You have a few lives, and you rushed up there yourself."

"Follow me." Ethan raised his pistol and bent closer.

"Chicago police, people inside, you are surrounded, drop your weapons."

Antonio and Hank were leaning against the tree trunks in the landscape, shouting at the house, their pistols pointed at the windows.

From behind the house, Horsted's shouts were also heard.

Damn it, I just finished my administrative leave, I won't take another vacation.

Ethan cursed secretly and led Rusek to bend down and approach.

A light spot was detected in the room. Different from what they imagined, there was only one person inside, and he had left the door and moved slightly inside.

Rusek followed nervously behind him, quickly approaching the front door.

Ethan made a gesture and asked Rusek to aim his gun.

He calmed down and kicked hard at the door lock.

"Bang."

The door frame cracked and the door was pushed inwards.

Rusek walked inside, and Ethan rushed in after him.

"boom."

Gunfire rang out.

The man standing in the living room was knocked over by Rusek's shot. Ethan stepped forward quickly and kicked aside the AR15 that fell on the ground.

At this time, there was also a loud noise from the back door.

Erin and Halsted burst in, and Hank and the others rushed into the house through the front door and ran up the stairs quickly to search.

With a scream of safety, Ethan holstered his revolver.

He already knew that there was no one else in the room, and he was just pretending.

Rusek stood still, his arms shaking.

The Glock in his hand was still pointing at the man lying on the ground.

"Give me the gun."

Ethan reached out and grabbed the Glock's sleeve.

Only then did Rusek come to his senses and let go of his hand.

The handle of the Glock was soaked with sweat from his hands. Ethan squatted down with his gun and touched the neck of the gangster in the room. There was still a slight pulse.

The gangster was shot in the chest by Rusek and has fainted. He is not dead yet.

He let go of his hand and pressed the intercom:

"Call the main station, there was an exchange of gunfire and the suspect was shot."

"An ambulance is needed. There are plainclothes police officers at the scene. Let the patrol officers pay attention."