My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The two scolded each other, and Rusek's face turned blue and white.

When he saw Burgess, with blood on his face, being supported by Atwater and walking towards the police car, he lowered his head in shame.

Ethan and Antonio looked at each other and said nothing.

There is no need for a heavy hammer to sound the drum, if he does not realize that he has done something wrong.

Rusek can no longer stay in this intelligence team.

At this time, Ethan walked quickly towards Burgess.

Yes, I saved her just now, but I also scared her so much that I need to talk to her.

"Hey!"

Ethan leaned against the window of the police car: "Are you okay?"

Taking the tissue from Atwater, Burgess forced a smile: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Her psychological quality is still good and her mood has calmed down a lot.

However, his fingers were still trembling slightly. He applied the tissue on his face and soon it turned into a big painted face, one red and one white.

"Atwater."

Ethan knocked on the car window and said seriously:

"Take her back to the police station and help her get a leave from Pratt. Get off work early today and go back to rest."

"If Pratt doesn't agree, you send me a message and I'll call her."

"Okay, Detective."

Atwater nodded quickly and turned the car key.

"No, I'm fine." Burgess quickly showed a forced smile and squeezed his fist at Ethan.

"I said something was wrong with you."

He didn't listen to Burgess' explanation and waved Atwater to drive away.

When their police car drove away, Hank hurried over.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the corpses being carried to the roadside, while none of his men were injured.

"Where did you go just now?"

Ethan walked up to him, holding a cigarette in his mouth and asked.

"Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Hank looked around, shook his head and said, "You don't want to know, those people are watching me very closely."

"Anyway, if you need help, just ask."

Ethan patted his arm and joined the others in clearing the scene.

Back at the police station, Ethan walked to the whiteboard and looked at the photos on it.

The hurried day ended like this, but unfortunately one student died. He shook his head and took down the photo above.

"A long day."

Antonio walked to the side and said with a sigh:

"Life is really fragile. When these girls came back from Mexico, they would never have imagined what they were facing."

"Maybe you have thought of it, but these people always take chances." Ethan took down the photo of Megan Benson:

"I always feel like death is far away from me."

"By the way." He turned his head again and looked at Antonio: "I heard that you have a good relationship with the State Attorney's Office?"

"Can I help you?" Antonio nodded:

“When you interact frequently, you will definitely get to know some acquaintances.”

"Very good." Ethan stretched out his finger and tapped the picture of Amber Morris hard: "Do me a favor, don't be soft on her."

"For whatever reason, she is responsible for the death of Megan Benson."

"certainly."

Antonio raised his hand and the two fist bumped.

Tear off all the photos and put them in the portfolio along with other evidence.

I waved the rag, and it became as white as snow again, waiting for the next case to arrive.

As he filled out the paperwork, Olinsky kept a straight face.

Faced with Rusek's look for help, Ethan just spread his hands to show that he was helpless.

The two of them are partners, and it is up to him to solve the issue of trust.

This is a very special job, and no one likes to be paired with a daredevil, which means the dangers are higher.

When it was time to get off work, Rusek left dejectedly.

Since he agreed to Erin, Ethan was not in a hurry to leave, and just watched the video and waited with peace of mind.

"Let's go!"

Erin made a few calls, picked up her coat and walked over.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Ethan turned the car key and walked down the stairs with her.

She didn't answer anything until she walked out of the police station.

Ethan simply stopped, pushed aside the snow, and sat down on a bench by the roadside.

"It's about Justin." Seeing this, Erin had no choice but to tell the story:

"He just came out of prison not long ago. You know this too."

"As the son of a police officer, if he goes to jail and has no one to protect him, you can imagine what he will go through."

Ethan lit the cigarette and nodded silently.

When a person with this special status enters prison, he is a natural target.

Regardless of whether there is hatred or not, Justin is a natural target of attack based on his identity.

He also saw Justin last time. He was tall and powerful, but he didn't have the tough guy temperament like Hank. He definitely couldn't handle the life in prison.

It's not a matter of whether he will be beaten, but whether he will be beaten to death.

Even if he won't be beaten to death, the enthusiastic old man will do it several times a day. Before he gets out of prison, he will be completely useless.

"Hank did everything he could to protect Justin."

Now that the conversation had started, Erin simply sat down: "An old friend of his provided help and asked his nephew who is in the same prison to protect Justin."

"It's because of that person that Justin can get out of prison safely."

Those who can provide protection in prison must also be gang members.

Ethan flicked off the cigarette ashes: "Who is the other party?"

"Italian."

Erin took the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath: "Joe Catalano, a villain, a gang member, just the kind of person you imagine."

"Justin came to the police station to see me today, and I saw the two of them together."

"I'm afraid that Justin will get entangled with Catalano, and these people will bite when they see an opportunity."

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan asked nonchalantly with his fingers on the handle of the gun.

Hank must have paid a heavy price in this incident.

Catalano is sensible, and Hank won't treat him badly.

I'm afraid that he is greedy, just like Hood's cellmate. There are always these fools who think they have a handle on others and want to take advantage of them.

Justin is Hank's son, and he doesn't mind helping him solve his troubles.

"I want to warn him." Eileen flicked the cigarette butt into the snowdrift aside:

"Warn Catalano to stay away from Justin and don't think that because he protected Justin in prison, he can do something with him."

"Just keep an eye on it for me, just in case."

"It's that simple?"

Ethan curled his lips and stopped tapping the handle of the gun.

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to do?" Irene looked at his hands in confusion and rolled her eyes: "What are you thinking about? We are police, not killers."

"Although I highly doubt the effectiveness of verbal warnings."

Ethan stood up and stretched out his hand: "But it is my honor to serve Ms. Lindsay."

"Hahaha."

Erin smiled and held his hand and stood up, and the two of them walked to the parking place together:

"Let's go eat first. I'll treat you tonight. What do you want to eat?"

"lobster!"

Ethan made a decisive choice without any hesitation.

"Burger King!"

Erin quickly vetoed it and gave the answer.

"Okay!" Ethan shrugged.

You can't be picky when it comes to freeloading. It's nice to have someone treat you to a meal.