My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan watched videos on the computer for half an hour, and Erin also finished the work at hand.

"Let's go, it's almost time."

She put on a maroon leather jacket and walked over.

"good."

Ethan turned off the computer, said hello to Olinsky, and went downstairs with Erin.

Two cars drove toward Antonio's house, one behind the other.

They also stopped at a supermarket for a while, and Ethan fulfilled his promise to visit and buy the gifts himself.

In fact, it's not something expensive.

Just a bottle of red wine worth tens of dollars and two toys for children.

Antonio's house is a three-story single-family house with many children's play equipment on the lawn outside.

Judging from the neighborhood environment, it is slightly worse than where he lives.

But for an ordinary police detective, having such a residence is not bad.

Irene, Horsted, and Rusek all rent in apartments and earn a salary of several thousand yuan a month. Even though the purchasing power of the U.S. dollar is strong, it is not enough to support them in living in a single-family house.

"Ding dong."

Erin rang the doorbell, not knowing what was going on and feeling a little nervous.

"Hi."

Antonio's wife Laura opened the door and smiled: "Welcome to be our guest."

"Excuse me." Ethan handed over the thing in his hand:

"A little gift."

"Thank you." Laura's nose was high and she looked quite beautiful. She smiled and took the red wine: "Detective Morgan, right? The transcript you gave me last time."

She looked at Erin and Ethan and joked:

"You two look like a couple."

The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. They all wear leather jackets smartly and have a dash of heroism.

Erin also understood why she felt flustered just now.

"Please, don't talk nonsense."

Her heart was beating wildly, and she quickly walked in and hugged Laura. The two kissed each other on the cheeks, interrupting Laura's words.

Ethan spread his hands and walked in.

The house is very warmly decorated. Two children are watching TV in the living room, and a burst of aroma comes from the kitchen.

"Are they coming?"

Antonio came out of the kitchen with an apron tied around his waist, showing off his daddy style.

"Ha, I'm going to take a photo and post it on the whiteboard."

It was rare to see him like this. Irene forgot what happened just now. She laughed and reached into her pocket.

Antonio quickly took off his apron and assumed a tough guy look:

"Come on, just shoot."

"cut."

Erin suddenly felt bored and put her phone away.

"Dinner will be ready soon." Laura tied the apron that Antonio threw over and said with a smile: "You guys sit down for a while first."

Antonio opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of beer:

"Don't be nervous, relax."

"Thanks."

Ethan took the beer, walked out to the living room balcony with Antonio, and sat down on the lounge chair.

Watching the sunset, the two of them chatted wordlessly.

After tasting an excellent Dominican-style dinner, Ethan and Irene sat for a while and then left quickly. Antonio had a family and it was inconvenient to disturb them too much.

"Hey, do you want to go have another drink at Molly's?"

Erin had just drank two glasses of red wine and her face was rosy. She pushed her hair behind her ears and extended an invitation to Ethan.

"No."

Ethan tapped his watch a few times, shook his head and refused: "Let's do it another day, I have something else to do."

He smiled at Erin, turned around and got in the car.

Looking at the Cadillac CTS quickly disappearing, Erin felt lost.

Hebin Road, near the pier.

Ethan drove along the lakeshore and soon arrived at the address agreed upon with Hank.

This is a relatively shabby-looking workshop, surrounded by silence. On the pier in the distance, the masts of sailboats are as dense as a forest.

After turning a corner, the light of the car lights swept over the rolling shutter door.

Before he pressed the horn, the rolling shutter door made a clicking sound and rose upwards.

Hank, wearing a black coat and holding a controller, appeared at the door and waved to him.

Ethan stepped on the accelerator and the Cadillac slowly drove into the workshop.

"Bang."

The sound of the car door closing sounded in the empty workshop.

There are only a few lights installed in the house.

The lights are dim, the corners are dark, and the contrast is particularly strong.

There are piles of debris on both sides, which should be some machines left by the previous factory owners.

There is a table and a few chairs in the middle, and there is a large iron cage in the innermost corner.

Olinsky was sitting at the table, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, his duckbill hat thrown aside, showing his messy hair.

"Hey."

Ethan strolled over and bumped fists with Olinsky: "Are you all ready?"

"Sit down for a moment."

Hank followed from behind and said in a hoarse voice: "It will take a while. It's not time for him to go out yet."

Olinsky picked up the cards and shuffled them skillfully:

“Can you do blackjack?”

"Licensing."

Ethan lit a cigarette and pulled over a chair.

He took out a few hundred dollars from his wallet and picked up a bottle of beer from the thermos on the ground.

The three of them played poker leisurely.

More than an hour later, a small thousand dollars was piled in front of Ethan.

Olinsky scratched his beard and smiled.

Hank asked for cards, but the result was another blow, and he reluctantly threw out the few thin bills in front of him.

"It's almost time."

Having bad luck tonight, Hank decisively ended the game: "Let's go."

Olinsky opened a drawer next to him and took out several Glocks, transparent masks and peaked caps: "This is just in case. If you can not shoot, it is better not to shoot."

"clear."

Ethan picked up a pistol, checked it, and inserted it into his lower back.

The purpose of killing this time was not, it was mainly to scare people.

The three of them walked out of the side door and got into a 70%-80% new black Camry parked outside.

Hank drove the car, darting east and west along the path.

No one knew better than them how to avoid surveillance. Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped at a remote street corner.

Late at night, the South District seemed even more depressed.

Normal people would not go out at all at this time.

Even the patrol police on duty at night will not go to some places. They are just doing a job and there is no need to risk their lives.

Gang members are not ordinary people.

This is the time when they are most energetic and doing things everywhere.

Hank looked at his watch and pointed to a house in front of him: "This is the residence of Mistress Teisel, and the Ford in front is his car."

"Follow the plan and be careful, it's not safe here."

Ethan glanced around, put on the transparent mask, and lowered the peaked cap.

It was still the familiar feeling, but what was unfamiliar was the place and the people who did this kind of thing together. He shook his head and threw the past things behind him.

Olinsky was responsible for observing the environment and staying in the car to provide support.

When Hank was ready, the two got out of the car together.

On the street late at night, two black figures moved forward quickly like ghosts, hiding in the shadow next to Teisser's Ford.