My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Chicago police."

"Don't move very much."

"Raise your hand."

Following the shouts, several people quickly rushed in from behind.

I expected to see a bloody scene, but who knew that the GD people were all sitting obediently at the table, not daring to move.

Hank also breathed a sigh of relief. It was not good for him to be too capable.

In the past two months, the number of people killed by the intelligence team has increased significantly. He was even asked to chat by the director, who hinted that he should keep a low profile.

He was relieved to win it this time without any injuries.

"Pastor Mike." Antonio walked up behind the fat black man in a khaki suit and vest, cuffed him tightly, and grabbed the thick hundred-dollar bill on the table:

“Are these a gift from God to you?”

"This is a donation from believers. What does it have to do with you?" Pastor Mike looked at the young men sitting around the table fiercely: "Shut your damn mouths."

"Nothing is allowed to be said."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Ethan walked up behind him and pushed away the cards in front of him: "Thirteen, it's not easy to get this kind of card. It will waste all your luck."

Pastor Mike glanced at his waist and narrowed his eyes: "Devil police?"

To be precise, he should be talking about the Devil Police.

Hearing Pastor Mike's words, other GD boys all cast curious eyes over.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him on the head unceremoniously: "I'm so handsome, why do you accuse me of being a devil."

"Ahem." Hank coughed lightly:

"Inform the patrol and take them all away."

In addition to the guns that were shot away by Ethan, several guns were also found from GD's body.

All these guns will be put into evidence bags and ballistics analysis will be done at that time.

The two guns that killed Harris were most likely inside, and these people couldn't escape.

Just as he was stuffing the wad of bills on the table into his bag, two GD boys kept staring at him. The way these old black men looked at people was stunned, which made people feel scared.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Ethan wasn't used to these old men, so he picked one with a length that didn't suit his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his face, pinching his fingers until they turned white: "You want to recognize him?"

"Do you want me to tell you my address?"

"Don't get me wrong, he's just curious." Seeing the pain on his little brother's face, Pastor Mike explained:

"It's not just the police officers who pay attention to us."

"The people on the road will also pay attention to the information on the note. You are from the 21st branch, right? Python Revolver. Many people on the road died under your gun."

Damn it, was he targeted so quickly?

Ethan glanced at Hank, who shook his head slightly to express his ignorance.

"Is this why you call me a devil policeman? Are you threatening me?"

Ethan simply pulled out the python and pressed it hard against his temple: "I don't like being threatened."

"Hey, Ethan, don't be impulsive."

Antonio quickly stopped him and wanted to say something, but Hank stopped him.

Erin's mouth opened slightly, but she didn't speak.

Rusek's eyes wandered and he put on the handcuffs seriously.

Unexpectedly, the man would pull out his gun whenever he disagreed, which was more sexual than sexual violence. Pastor Mike was nervous but also tough.

He tilted his head and said, "That's not what I meant."

"We are all players in this city. If you follow us, we will follow you. It's that simple."

"As expected of the old GD, everything he says makes sense."

It was impossible for him to shoot in front of so many people, just to scare him.

Ethan put away his gun and pulled him up: "It's a pity that after all, you are still a fool. Let's go."

Ethan has his own understanding of these gang members.

There are tens of thousands of GDs alone, and there are at least dozens of gangs in Chicago. More of them die at the hands of their own people every day than at the hands of the police.

These gangsters cannot be eliminated, we can only beat whoever jumps.

Darkness returns to darkness.

Just maintain a general balance.

Seeing Ethan put away his gun, the other three people except Hank breathed a sigh of relief.

If a shot was actually fired, they didn't know how they would respond. After such an incident, their speed increased a lot and they quickly escorted everyone out.

Several GD boys handed over to the patrolmen, and Pastor Mike was pushed into their car by Irene.

On the way back, Atwater said with lingering fear:

"Man, you really scared me just now."

"I didn't expect that you would actually have your own name on the road. This is not easy."

"Do you want to?"

Ethan glanced at him: "I can give it to you, just call me the most handsome police detective in Chicago."

"Don't."

Atwater shook his head quickly: "I can't resist it."

This kind of name has no effect. It is nothing more than a mockery of him by the gangsters.

When those people called him Mr. Morgan, it meant something.

Back at the police station, the others entered through the front door with Pastor Mike, while Ethan drove to the back garage.

Atwater was curious about the next step and walked quickly inside.

But Ethan stopped and walked to the iron cage.

"Have you caught anyone?"

Nadia's voice was hoarse, and it looked like she had gone through a very painful struggle. She was curled up on the bench, looking neither human nor ghost.

"Um."

Seeing that she was in good condition, Ethan looked aside.

A white guy wearing a baseball jacket was sitting on a chair outside the iron cage. Judging from his age, he should be sixteen or seventeen years old.

He has a somewhat handsome appearance and is very popular among high school girls.

He looked restless, looking at Nadia with disgust and a hint of horror.

"Who are you?" Ethan asked in confusion when such a person appeared in the garage for no apparent reason.

"He's Lexie's boyfriend."

With a hint of annoyance in his voice, Olinsky walked out of the technical room: "Lexi sent a text message asking where you are?"

He handed the phone to the person and said in a serious tone:

"Reply her and tell her you are busy. What's the matter?"

Although they have never met, Ethan knows that Lexi is Olinsky's daughter. Why did he bring his daughter's boyfriend back to the police station?

Ethan was confused, but he cooperated with Olinsky and looked at the curly boy.

Facing the two people's stares, the curly-haired boy took his phone with trembling fingers and quickly replied.

After a while, a text message sounded.

Olinsky put his hands in his pockets and looked at the red brick wall above the iron cage: "Read it."

Not only Ethan, but also Nadia, who was locked up, also cast curious eyes.

The curly-haired boy swallowed his saliva and read with difficulty:

"I think my father already knows about hiding the leaves for you, so be careful."

Thinking of Olinsky's absent-minded and elusive appearance today, Ethan immediately understood what was going on.

"I am really sorry."

The curly boy lowered his head and stammered: "I didn't know the school would suddenly search the lockers."

"I'm applying to college, so I can't put this on my file."

Ethan knelt down and slapped him on the shoulder: "So, you let your girlfriend resist?"

The curly-haired boy trembled and looked at Ethan with twinkling eyes:

"This is about my future life, and I have no choice. You understand."

"You have a choice."

Ethan grabbed his shoulder hard: "You just chose to be a bastard. Even if you go to college in the future, it can't change the fact that you are a bastard."