My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hank walked out of the office after a while.

He moved under everyone's gaze and walked to Ethan's table: "Do you want to come together?"

"OK."

Ethan stretched and stood up.

He knew the main function of the iron cage in the garage, but he had never played with it.

Now that I have the opportunity, of course I have to make up for my regrets.

Seeing the two people walking downstairs, Oddfin and Rollins immediately made eye contact. They were all traveling together and could vaguely guess what these people were going to do.

But they didn't expect that the people in the intelligence team would do things so wildly.

Noticing that the people next to him were silent, Rollins winked and wisely did not ask.

This is Chicago, not New York.

Basement, iron cage.

Jeffrey Baker stood inside, looking at Rusek and Burgess expressionlessly.

In his opinion, as long as he doesn't speak, these people can't do anything to him.

There were footsteps, and Hank and Ethan walked in from the back door.

The door to the technical room was closed, and Gene was wearing headphones and shaking his head inside.

"We've been working with two detectives from New York."

Hank put on his gloves slowly: "They are very powerful. They have studied your crime patterns clearly."

"Yeah?"

Baker's professional smile disappeared: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"These things were all done by someone else." Hank took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and tapped him: "You manipulated Neil Vance to do these things."

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you." Baker said word for word:

"Get me a lawyer."

Ethan also put on his gloves, and then patted Burgess on the shoulder: "That's it for today. You go find Pratt to report."

"oh!"

Burgess noticed something, nodded quickly, and walked quickly to the back door.

"The same to you."

Ethan looked at Rusek again: "You have nothing to do here."

Rusek was a little hesitant. He was not a fool. He knew that these two people were going to give the suspect a trick.

It wasn't that he wanted to dissuade, but he had the urge to join in.

"It's none of your business here!"

Ethan emphasized again, his tone becoming impatient.

"OK!"

Rusek said nothing and turned to leave.

"Boom!"

As the back door closes, the garage becomes quiet.

Baker looked at these two people with panic in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

"I just went over for a stroll, but you caught the wrong person."

The iron cage door was not closed. Hank stretched out his hand to open the door. Beck pursed his lips and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"I like your expression!"

Hank stretched out his finger and pointed at the end of his nose: "I like it very much!"

"I want to find a lawyer."

"Snapped!"

Hank waved his hand and slapped him hard on the face: "Where is Vance?"

"I have human rights."

Baker gritted his teeth as his face hurt.

"Snapped!"

Hank slapped him again. Beck's head was slapped to the side, and his meticulously combed blond hair became messy.

"You are a beast!"

Hank stretched out his big hand and pinched his face: "You are not qualified to talk to me about human rights."

"I want a lawyer!"

Baker was slapped until stars appeared in his eyes, and he yelled vaguely: "This is my right."

"I gave you a chance."

Ethan walked in with a smile: "If you don't listen, now is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

He took a few brisk steps forward, jumped up, and stepped onto the bench.

He reached out to hold his back, and with the other hand, he grabbed the handcuffs and pulled them up hard.

"ah!!!"

Beck saluted Hank, but screamed in pain.

His two arms were stretched out and twisted backwards, causing muscle spasms and bursts of severe pain, making him struggle continuously.

But he was tightly controlled and couldn't resist the huge force.

The seemingly burly body now looks like a little chicken.

"I want you to try the feeling of being unable to resist when being raped." Ethan pushed up again: "Do you like it?"

"Fakeyu!"

Baker's saliva was splashing everywhere, and he was still talking harshly.

"I've never been able to figure out what's wrong with your head that makes you think of raping and killing women."

Hank grabbed his beautiful golden retriever and pulled his head up:

"And cutting off your ears, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not me." Baker hissed:

"You got the wrong guy!"

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Hank slapped him hard, interrupting his defensive words: "You are responsible for selecting targets."

"Then let Vance take action, and you will share it together after the incident, right?"

"Do you like the feeling of violence?"

Beck's breathing was rapid, and his eyes became evasive when faced with Hank's scrutinizing gaze.

"You pervert!" Hank's eyes could spit fire.

He took out a folding knife from his pocket and slowly opened the blade: "Now I'll let you taste what it feels like to be raped."

"don't want!"

"Fakeyu, you are a cop."

"I have human rights, you can't do this to me."

Looking at the dagger getting closer and closer, Baker's pupils shrank sharply and he cursed crazily.

For a moment, he couldn't control his body.

Ethan simply stabbed his knees with two quick kicks. Beck let out a cry of pain and knelt down on the ground.

"I have human rights!!!"

His neck was held down, his head tilted to the side, and Baker roared.

"No, you only have me now."

The other party was completely controlled by Ethan. Hank grabbed his ear, pulled hard, and then pressed the blade against it.

"ah!!!"

"You can't do this, you can't do this."

As Hank slowly cut, Beck let out a scream like a little girl.

Bright red blood slowly flowed down the side of the ear.

The feeling of being cut by a sharp weapon frightened him to death.

"Wait a moment."

When Ethan saw this, he quickly said: "You are wrong to do this."

"Yes, yes~" Baker cried bitterly: "You are a policeman, this is wrong."

"touch~"

Ethan hit him hard on the head:

"Did I really let you talk?"

"Come on~" Ethan pushed Baker's head to another direction: "I remember it was the ear here. You just cut it wrong."

Hank expressed doubt: "Is it wrong?"

"It's really wrong."

Ethan was convinced: "Cut this side, trust me."

"That's okay."

Hank took back the folding knife and grabbed his other ear again:

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Baker."

"It shouldn't be wrong this time!"

The two discussed this matter lightly, scaring Baker to the point of collapse.

When the severe pain came again, he roared loudly:

"No, stop!"

“Navy Pier Park!!!”

The pain in his ears made him unable to bear it anymore, and he cried out the name of a place.

Hank let go, grabbed his hair and said sternly:

"You better not lie to me, or I swear, I will cut you off piece by piece and throw you into the lake to feed the fish."

"I swear, I didn't lie to you." Baker's face flushed red, with snot and tears streaming down his face:

"I made an agreement with Vance that if he's not at the hotel, we'll meet near the Navy Pier Ferris Wheel."

"time?"

"It was agreed at four o'clock in the afternoon."

Hank looked at him coldly for a while. According to his experience, Beck had completely broken through the defense.

At this time, he could easily tell how old he was and still wet the bed.

"Let's go!"

Ethan pushed Baker to the ground beside him and looked at his watch.

After coming back and going through so much trouble, they didn't have much time left.

"You go up and tell them to come down."

Hank still felt a little upset and kicked Beck hard several times.