My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"What are you doing here?"

Irene quickly walked up the stairs and hugged him: "Is there anything you can't call me about?"

"Please."

The man named Justin hugged Erin tightly. He glanced at Ethan provocatively and then let go: "Are you not welcoming me?"

"I've never been to where you work. Come visit."

"You don't have a fever?" Erin touched his forehead.

The relationship between these two people seems to be unusual, and they feel very close.

Justin threw her hand away and said dissatisfied:

"Can't I come over and see you?"

"Okay, let's go."

Erin smiled and pressed the code, and the iron mesh door popped open.

"You guys go up first." Ethan smiled at her and walked to the side.

"Um."

Erin nodded and led Justin up.

Ethan had long noticed that the receptionist Sergeant Pratt had been poking his head next to him, looking like he was gossiping.

"Sheriff."

Ethan walked over quickly and leaned against the reception desk: "Who is this Justin, Irene's boyfriend?"

"You just shouted loudly there and you didn't stop me. This is not your character."

"No way?"

Platt put his hands on the table and looked incredulous: "Justin doesn't even know how you became a police detective?"

"What does it have to do with the detective?"

Ethan reached into his pocket and took out two chocolate bars: "I only know Justin Bieber."

"Thanks."

Platt took the chocolate, opened the wrapper, and took a bite.

She chewed and said, "His name is not Justin Bieber, his name is Justin Boyt."

"oh!"

Ethan slapped his forehead, this is Hank's son.

Not long after he was released from prison, I didn't expect to meet him here.

After clearing up the doubts in his heart, Ethan was no longer curious. He looked at Pratt: "How does it taste?"

"very good."

Pilates nodded repeatedly: "The aroma is very rich, the taste is smooth, and it's not too sweet. I like it."

"I've got plenty more here."

Ethan grabbed another handful of chocolates from his pocket and slapped it on the table: "You can eat more if you like, you're welcome."

"Tsk, tsk."

Platt smiled and shook his head: "How else could you be my favorite police detective!"

"Hahaha."

Ethan smiled and patted the countertop: "I'll go up first, I have something to do in the evening."

"OK."

Platt nodded quickly, smiled and grabbed all the chocolates on the table.

Noticing the longing gaze of the police officer behind her, she spread her empty palms and asked, "What can I do for you?"

After walking a few steps, the wooden door of the reception room next to him was opened from the inside.

A pretty girl with long legs ran out angrily. When she saw Ethan, she was stunned for a moment, then walked down the middle stairs angrily.

In the reception room, Olinsky shrugged helplessly at Ethan.

The two of them walked upstairs together, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Ethan scratched his head: "Lexi?"

"That's right."

"Does she know you're in trouble with her boyfriend?"

"uh-huh."

"Adolescent girls, that's it, please be patient."

Olinsky stopped and asked with a pained face: "How old are you? You're not even 24 yet. You're only six or seven years older than her. Why are there such big differences between people?"

Ethan said calmly: "Don't say anything about having children like me, or I'll fall in love with you."

"ah?"

This sentence was beyond Olinsky's understanding, and he looked over in confusion.

At this time, Justin, who had been walking up the stairs with a smile just now, walked down the stairs angrily, also looking very angry.

"Hey, Justin."

Olinsky saw it was him, smiled and held out his hand.

"Hi."

When Justin saw it was him, he forced a smile.

He briefly shook hands with Olinsky and stormed off.

Looking at this familiar scene, Ethan smiled and said: "Although this sentence should not be said, but compared with him, so what?"

"Justin is older than you, why are you still acting like a rebellious teenager?"

"One is more careless than the other."

Olinsky took out a candy cane from his pocket, shook his head and said, "Compared to him, my daughter is generally very well-behaved."

You have to compare things, but compared to Justin, your daughter is much more pleasing to the eye.

Back in the Chase Room, Hank sat alone in the office.

Erin sat on her seat, looking troubled.

He didn't want to take care of housework, and it was easy for him to become a stranger inside and outside. If he needed help, Hank would naturally ask.

After resting for a few minutes, people who went out to eat began to come back.

Rusek rested for most of the day and was able to move without any problems. Atwater also returned to patrol. The group got into the car and drove to the address Gene found.

In an old industrial area, there are only a few street lights.

A few dogs barked in the distance, making it even more silent.

On the dim street corner, two black figures emerged.

The black shadow walked and stopped while holding the weapon, looking around, giving off a sense of desolation.

"Rusek and I have already reached the roof."

Hearing the voice of Olinski on the headset, Ethan slowed down. The two black figures were him and Irene.

Within the factory, there were waves of faint roaring sounds.

Waving his arms, Ethan knelt down on one knee and pressed the intercom: "It's very quiet in the back. It has a red brick exterior wall and no back door."

"Keep going around and check the side door."

Hank's voice sounded.

He and Eileen looked at each other, stood up, and continued searching along the silent street.

Ethan looked ahead, watching for anyone on guard duty and the emergency escape routes.

Erin held his shoulders and looked up from time to time.

No one knows whether there will be surveillance cameras installed outside.

"Spotted a pickup truck."

Antonio's voice came from the headset: "The target should be in the factory, with luggage in the car. It seems these people are ready to run away at any time."

"Olinsky?"

Hank's hoarse voice sounded, looking a little anxious.

Ethan rounded the corner and saw Hank and Antonio squatting behind a pickup truck. Next to them was the wide factory door.

The two groups of people gestured to each other and gathered together.

On the roof, Olinsky and Rusek squatted next to a vent.

Hearing Hank's urging, he pressed the intercom:

"Don't worry, it'll be fine soon."

Rusek was holding the hose speculum and carefully extending it down. He was concentrating on the changing images on the screen.

After a few seconds, the situation inside the factory appeared on the screen.

"alright."

He licked his lips and slowly turned his perspective.

In the small factory building, there are several old-fashioned printing machines, and the machines are working non-stop.

The white paper is swallowed up and the counterfeit money is spat out.

A set of workflow flows like clouds and flowing water.

In a nearby corner, printed and cut counterfeit U.S. bills were piled up more than one meter high.

"Found it, it's definitely the faker's nest."

Olinsky came over to look at the screen and whispered: "Pastor Mike didn't lie to us. It seems that he was really pissed off."

Next to the front door, Ethan pressed the intercom:

"How many people are there?"

It was too far away for his radar to detect.

"Four." After a while, Rusek's voice sounded.

"Are there any weapons?" Hank asked.

Olinsky said hesitantly: "It's hard to say, it's not clear. Just assume they have it."

"Okay, come on down." Hank let go of the intercom.

A minute later, the sound of soft footsteps sounded.

They came together, and Rusek quickly explained the layout inside and the approximate locations of the personnel.

After making sure that everyone else understood what was going on inside, he stopped talking.

Everyone looked at Ethan and held the gun in his hand.

At this time, if there was anything else to say, Ethan grabbed the Remington handguard and pulled hard.

With a click, the shotgun was loaded.