My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hank's SUV soon came to a rundown neighborhood and stopped on the side of the road.

On the porch of the front house, several black guys and girls were holding red plastic cups and twisting their bodies to the music on the radio.

"Stay alert."

Hank turned off the engine and told Ethan: "Don't be too tough. We are not here to refute."

"no problem."

Ethan glanced at the surrounding environment, unbuttoned his jacket, and showed the police badge inside.

The two opened the car door and walked towards the house.

From far away, you could hear loud gangsta rap on the porch, and there were bursts of gunfire and the sound of guns being loaded inside.

Hip-hop, sneakers, floral bandanas, big gold chains, and video games.

All these things come together.

Noticing their approach, several people on the porch stopped talking and looked at them warily.

"I'm here to find Teisel."

Hank lifted up his clothes and showed his police badge:

"Let's just say Boyt wanted to have a chat with him, not to cause trouble."

One of them, a man with dreadlocks, put down his wine glass, glanced at them a few times, and then walked into the house.

Not long after, the dirty-haired brother opened the door and waved to them.

Ethan kept scanning with radar. After the dirty-haired guy entered just now, the light spots in the house did not change much.

If everyone gathered at the door, he would turn around and leave.

But if they don't want to be buried with them all, they probably won't be crazy enough to attack a police chief and detective.

The two of them walked onto the porch, and the dreadlocked brother didn't let go of his hand on the door frame.

He stared at Ethan and Hank expressionlessly, his thick lips turning: "You can't bring guns in here."

Ethan lifted up his clothes and showed the python on his holster:

"The gun is right here. If you have the ability, would you like to try it out?"

Don't be too tough when facing these people.

But more importantly, you must not be soft. If you act like a softie, they will naturally treat you like a softie.

The two people's eyes collided, and the man with the dreadlocks felt that the eyes of the police detective in front of him were getting brighter and brighter, as if he was being stabbed by needles.

He held on for a few seconds, then hurriedly looked away.

The hand on the door frame also relaxed.

Following the dreadlocked brother into the house, the house was filled with the smell of leaves.

In the living room, a few old black men were sitting on the sofa, holding leaves in their mouths unscrupulously and pressing the handle of the TV.

The screen flashed, and the Master Chief was fighting bloody battles.

Walking to the restaurant with the dreadlocked brother, four old black men were sitting around a small white round table playing cards. In front of everyone, there was a thick wad of bills.

The dreadlocked brother walked directly behind a blue hat and put his hands on his chest.

"Detective Boyt, what brought you here?" Blue Hat had a large, shining gold medal hanging on his chest, and he didn't mind the tiredness on his neck.

He covered the playing cards and leaned back in his chair.

Ethan looked at the pistols placed on the round table, moved his steps and stood against the wall.

"In fact."

Hank smiled: "I am the Sheriff now, I think you have heard my name, right?"

"Casper mentioned you."

The blue hat, Teisel, looked at Hank with disdain: "Of course I know you, you are considered bad enough in the police."

Hank had never interacted with Teisel before him. He only knew his name. He smiled:

"Casper, I remember, I heard he was in prison at Mario Federal Prison, right?"

"Look, I know who you are."

Teisser took out a leaf, lit it, and said nonchalantly:

"I also know the things you did in the past. You don't need to point it out to Casper. He is already a has-been old guy."

"If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Hank narrowed his eyes: "Can the two of us talk alone?"

"unnecessary."

Teisel nodded to the left and right: "These are my brothers. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"D'Antoni."

Hank took out his business card from his pocket and put his hand on the pistol in front of Teisser: "I want him to quit."

"In return, I'll give you a get-out-of-jail-free card."

"If your brother is caught in something, call me and I will help you fish him out."

Everyone else looked at the business card, their eyes bright.

The favor from a police sergeant was extraordinary.

But Teisel was not an ordinary person. He smiled and picked up the business card: "So you have a crush on Anthony."

"What, did his black ass attract you?"

"Ha ha."

The old guys playing cards with him all grinned.

Ethan pursed his lips and stared at the arrogant old black man.

"Teisel."

Hank's face turned cold: "Excuse me, did I disrespect you just now? Did I embarrass you?"

"What do you mean by this?"

Faced with Hank's three consecutive questions, Teisel put away his smile:

"I have invested a lot of energy and money in developing D'Antoni. If you are interested in him, bring cash and come and talk to me."

He flicked his business card in front of Hank's face:

"Since you are the police chief, I will give you a discount of ten thousand dollars."

"Give me ten thousand, and D'Antoni will be yours, not some crappy card."

Hank nodded and bent down to pick up the business card.

He tapped the business card on his hand and forced out a smile: "I understand, let's get in touch again."

"Wait a moment."

Teisel stopped him, pointed at Ethan and said, "Next time you come over, I don't want to see this guy on my property."

"I don't like the way he looks at me, do you understand?"

"Feel sorry."

There was a smile in Ethan's eyes: "Mr. Tessel, I understand."

"Okay, let's go."

Teisser waved his hand like a fly and picked up the playing cards.

Back in the car, Hank looked at the house just now, his eyes twinkling.

Neither of them is short of ten thousand dollars, but this kind of precedent cannot be set. Once it is set, it will spread wildly, and Hank will no longer be able to suppress the situation.

"if you do not mind."

Ethan fastened his seat belt and said tentatively: "I can prevent him from seeing the sun tomorrow again."

"That's no use."

Hank replied casually, and then realized what Ethan said.

He was also tested by Ethan and found out that he had done this kind of thing before.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Even if Teisser disappears, it won't solve D'Antoni's problem. His boss can only nod his head, so there won't be any trouble in the future."

Hank started the vehicle and said with a smile:

"But tonight, it is necessary to chat with Teisser again. Are you interested?"

"Of course."

Ethan nodded, he had not seen such an arrogant person for a long time.

"drop."

The intercom rang and Hank pressed the button: "Go ahead."

"Those insulin products are from a medical company in Toronto, and their pharmaceutical representatives arrived in Chicago today."

Eileen's voice continued:

"Burgess and Atwater just found the medical representative's vehicle."

"Unfortunately, we are too late."

"Send me the address." Hank put down the walkie-talkie and stepped on the accelerator.