My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The coat was stained with the stranger's blood, and it was painful to look at it.

When he walked out of the hospital, he threw his jacket into the trash can.

It would take some time for the Cadillac to be repaired. Next, I could only squeeze into their car, four of them in one car, and go directly back to the police station.

"Hey, Cowboy."

Pratt was eating snacks. When she saw a few people walking in, she quickly asked Ethan: "Are you not hurt?"

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Ethan waved his hand: "It's just that the car was destroyed."

He was only wearing a sweater. Platt put down the snack bag: "Do you need me to find some clothes for you? A police jacket."

"No, there are spare clothes in the locker room."

Ethan nodded with a smile and walked to the locker room.

I'm in plain clothes, so how can I do anything if I'm wearing a police jacket?

On the way, he also met Atwater and Burgess. Atwater greeted him warmly, but Burgess looked away.

This little girl had scared her just now.

Ethan put on a new jacket and returned to the intelligence team on the second floor.

"Whoa whoa!"

Orlinsky chewed a twist candy and clapped: "Guys, Mr. Morgan has achieved the achievement of destroying the first car in our intelligence team. Please applaud and cheer."

"Hahaha."

"He's already pretty good, and Halstead crashed the car just a week after he got here."

"Where are you Erin?"

"She's half a month old and doing well."

"Thank you." Faced with the cheers from several of them, Ethan followed the example on TV and made a gentleman's salute.

"Ethan."

Hank walked out of the Sheriff's Office and threw his arm: "New car, SUV, no need to wait for that Cadillac."

The last seizure alone amounted to more than 10 million.

There are also more than a dozen ordinary vehicles parked on the roadside outside the garage for them to use during operations. The intelligence team has no shortage of funds.

He couldn't make his right-hand man move inconveniently just for a car.

A bunch of car keys drew an arc in mid-air and flew toward Ethan.

He reached out and caught it. It was a Chevrolet logo.

"Shet."

Rusek covered his chest with envy: "Boss, when can I have my own mobile vehicle?"

"You have to ask Olinsky about this."

Hank patted his sleeves, turned around and walked back to the office: "As long as he says you're out of the army, that's fine."

Rusek turned around quickly and looked at Olinsky with blinking eyes.

The latter put his feet on the table and looked at the ceiling.

No longer caring about them, Ethan turned the car key and returned to his seat.

It will take some time for the ticket information to be verified, and now we can only wait for news from Jean.

As soon as he sat down, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his computer had undergone a major change.

Not only the host, but also the monitor is much larger.

It seemed that while he was in the hospital, Gene had helped him replace all the equipment.

Ethan immediately turned on the computer and downloaded the steam platform.

Gene was very considerate and even installed a Bluetooth component on the computer.

A few minutes later, Ethan glanced at the few people who were busy and quickly clicked on the icon.

"Lumberjack, lumberjack."

"The grain and grass have been collected."

Listening to the sound in the headphones, he was very busy.

Just as he circled a bunch of trebuchets and prepared to attack the city, the yellow light on the wall next to him flashed a few times.

Usually when Jean calls them for something, he will just turn on the light.

Save him from running up and down and wasting time.

"Ethan, go check it out."

Antonio greeted him, and Ethan had no choice but to switch the screen and pause the game.

This case originated from him, so naturally he will take the lead in following up.

Arriving at the technical room of the garage, Gene was busy inside.

"Dude, I got your gift."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand to him, and the two high-fived: "It's very good, I like it very much."

"It's a small problem, let's talk about business first."

Gene put a ballpoint pen in his mouth and took out the document:

"Information from the Transportation Security Administration has been sent. According to the flight passenger manifest, the girl who hit your car this morning is named Amber Morris."

"She arrived in Chicago on a plane this morning, you already know that."

"Besides her, is there anyone else with you?"

Ethan followed him and walked inside together. This was very crucial, whether it was an accident or a gang crime.

"good question."

Gene took off his ballpoint pen, pulled out his chair and sat down:

"I checked based on Amber Morris's credit card records that she bought a total of four air tickets. This is the surveillance video at the airport."

As he operated, the surveillance video on the computer screen began to play.

Soon, the bikini girl from this morning appeared on the screen, and there were three girls with her.

There were four people in total, pushing suitcases and walking out of the passage talking and laughing.

"Shet."

Ethan's face was solemn, as if he could see the powder in these people's stomachs swaying back and forth with their bodies.

These people are really just trying to make money, even risking their lives.

Gene marked all the printed photos. He closed the folder and handed it to Ethan:

"Do you think these girls are all using their bodies to transport unique items?"

"That's what we need to find out."

Ethan took the folder and patted Gene on the shoulder: "Thank you, this information came in time."

"You're welcome. I'm confirming their addresses. I'll send you a text message when I have news." Jean continued busy with his own affairs and said without raising his head:

"Anything, anytime, if you have trouble, please see Gene."

The Chinese guy is the super backup of the intelligence team. With him here, I don’t know how much things can be saved for the people above.

Ethan picked up the latest information and walked quickly upstairs.

He knocked on the door of the Sheriff's Office, walked to the corner, pulled out the whiteboard, and pasted several photos that he had printed out from the surveillance screen.

"Amber Morris"

"Sarah Haines"

"Megan Benson"

"Alison Davis"

Names were pasted next to the photos. They were all white girls in their twenties. They looked youthful and sunny, the kind that would not attract the attention of law enforcement officers.

"Amber Morris." Ethan drew a circle on the top name:

"This girl was driving an unlicensed SUV on the road in the morning.

"This unusual behavior triggered a police pursuit. In the chaos, she hit my vehicle. You all know what happened next."

"In her stomach, doctors found thirty packets of cocoa powder."

"Bad news, Jean has just confirmed that she is not only alone, but there are three girls traveling with her."

Ethan stamped his pen and looked at the information Gene had noted:

"This is the second time in the past three months that she has been traveling to and from the same place."

"The first time the ticket purchase record was only her. This time, there were four people."