My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When they came forward and controlled the gun dealers, Ethan lowered the muzzle of his gun.

In order to prevent his information from reaching the Ministry of Internal Affairs desk, he precisely controlled the shooting position this time.

Those who were hit, including Ganz, were shot in the hands and feet.

It's impossible to die, but it's definitely not comfortable either.

The suspect was shot and the suspect died were two different concepts, and he didn't need to write a lot of paperwork.

"call out."

A clear finger whistle sounded.

Olinsky came out of the corner with a smile and walked up to Ganz with a swagger:

"idiot."

He reached out and tapped the head of his belt: "The bug you want is here."

"In the future, when you tell stories to your boyfriends in prison, remember to explain the details clearly."

Ganz was sweating profusely in pain and could only stare at Olinsky.

This kind of look can be seen a hundred and eighty times in a year, and Olinsky doesn't care at all.

Outside the factory, police sirens were approaching quickly.

"Man, you run really fast."

Ethan stepped forward and bumped fists with Olinsky: "I guess you were the sprint champion when you were in school."

"Hahaha."

Olinsky smiled and scratched his beard: "There are several guns pointing at the back. Whoever you ask will be a sprint champion."

"Chicago police."

There was a shout from the front door.

This is to prevent accidental injury, and you must loudly identify yourself.

"Come in." After hearing Atwater's voice, Erin replied loudly while putting on the handcuffs:

"The scene is under control."

Hearing her voice, Atwater and Burgess walked in nervously, Glocks in hand.

Seeing all the people in the intelligence team put down their guns and looking relaxed and comfortable, they put their pistols back into their holsters and reported the situation to Pratt.

There were empty bullet casings everywhere on the ground, and two suspects were handcuffed in a pool of blood.

The sight in front of them made these two people extremely excited.

Atwater and Burgess were the two most outstanding patrol officers in the 21st Precinct, and Hank also trained them as a reserve force.

When there is a major task, the two of them will be called on to provide support.

Let them be familiar with the daily work and various pressures of the intelligence team in case of emergencies.

Ethan walked quickly to the van. The waterproof tarpaulin had been pulled away by Erin and Hosted, and dozens of automatic rifles were scattered around inside.

The magazines were placed alone in the corner, next to a dozen paint buckets filled with armor-piercing bullets.

Ethan grabbed the bullet and looked at it. The bullet had the same coating as the bullets he had captured before. This was the right person.

"Good marksmanship."

Horsted held out his arm to him: "Well done."

In every case, the really difficult and most time-consuming part is the stage of finding the truth.

Solving the murderer is a relatively simple matter.

"Thank you. This is the result of the team. In fact, it all depends on you to attract the firepower from the front." Ethan high-fived him and said with a smile: "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to go so smoothly."

"He's right."

Hank hung the AR15 in front of him and put his hands on the handle of the gun: "As long as we stick together, these people are clowns."

"certainly."

"The Sheriff is right."

Others came over and gave each other fist bumps.

This time we exchanged fire with the gun dealer and everyone was unscathed, which is something to be happy about.

China Town.

Several days have passed since the gun smuggling case.

In the past few days, Ethan would put on his Dodge Challenger and come here after get off work every day.

In what happened last time, he didn't think he was seeing the wrong person or hallucinating.

No matter how terrifying things are, I have encountered them all.

Hallucination is not an option.

When Miranda left Banshee Town, she told Ethan that she was going to Chicago to join her cousin, and the location was suitable.

This is a stripper with a very sense of justice, which is rare.

It was with her clues that he could destroy Proctor's power step by step like dominoes.

If Miranda ends up on the street, he has the obligation to help her.

After a few days of wandering, he had visited all the places in Chinatown.

Tonight, it seems, there is still little hope.

Ethan shook his head, slowly turned the direction and sprayed, heading to the next place.

The Dodge Challenger wandered around the streets for another half hour. When passing by a small alley, he pressed the brakes heavily.

Under the streetlight, a familiar figure appeared in front of him again.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, finally his efforts were not in vain.

"Dudu."

Lower the peaked cap and sound the horn.

A little black man ran over in small steps and leaned over the window:

"Sir, you want that?"

Ethan raised his hand and nodded at the long black-haired woman smoking on the street corner.

"Good choice, wait a minute." The corners of Xiao Hei's mouth turned up, and he turned around and waved:

"Hey, Nancy, move your butt and come here quickly."

At Xiao Hei's call, Miranda, wearing heavy makeup, twisted her waist and approached, opening the car door.

"$200 a pop."

This Nancy looked at the slowly moving night scene and said tiredly: "Do you want to be in the car or go to the motel?"

"Long time no see." Ethan took off his peaked cap and threw it behind:

"When did you call Nancy?"

"You have the wrong person, I don't know what you are talking about?" The woman sitting in the passenger seat looked at Ethan, then turned her head in a hurry, and her voice became panicked:

"Sorry, sir, please stop the car, I don't feel well."

"Come and have something to eat with me." Ethan turned the steering wheel and drove towards a restaurant in the distance:

"Old friends meet and catch up on old times."

This Nancy, Miranda, became silent.

The Dodge Challenger slowly stopped in the parking lot outside a chain fast food restaurant. Ethan tapped the steering wheel: "Are you going to have something to eat, or are you going to chat here?"

After Miranda hesitated for a while, she picked up the handbag.

Entering the restaurant, I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here again. Atwater and Burgess were sitting on the high stools at the dining table eating a late-night snack.

However, they had their backs to Ethan and did not notice him.

Ethan didn’t want to say hello, so he led Miranda to a corner of the restaurant and sat down.

"What do you want to eat."

Ethan handed the menu to Miranda: "Anything you want, it's mine."

After not seeing each other for a few months, she looked a lot more haggard. Although she worked in a strip club before, she was not like she is now.

Even the thick foundation couldn't cover her dark circles.

The skin is rough, the eyes are dull, and the whole person looks much older than before.

"Sandwiches, coffee."

Miranda finally spoke, her voice hoarse.

"Just give me a cup of coffee, thank you." Ethan handed the menu to the waiter. He put his arms on the table and stared at Miranda:

"I believe you won't forget me, right?"

"of course not."

Miranda smiled bitterly: "You are the most generous and gentlemanly customer I have ever encountered."