My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seven people and four cars headed to Chinatown quickly.

As the name suggests, this is Chicago's Chinatown, where a large number of Chinese and Asians gather.

At the same time, it is also a hot spot for triad organized crime.

Soon we arrived at West 21st Street and saw the Ford black SUV that Gene mentioned in the distance. The vehicle was parked outside a karaoke bar.

The Cadillac drove up quickly and stopped behind the Ford.

Olinsky also drove his vehicle, stopped in front of Ford, and attacked from both sides.

Ethan drove slowly by the front door, and it was quiet inside.

Everyone who came in and out looked normal, nothing unusual.

This is strange. According to the case in the morning, these people should have taken action long ago.

“Ethan, you go to the back door!”

Hank's voice came from the headset: "Horsted, go up and take a look at the situation."

"Others, be prepared to provide support at any time."

Ethan really wanted to go up, but Hank's decision had been made and he couldn't refute it.

A department can only have one leader, especially in such a violent department. There is no need to express opinions on such trivial matters. Hank's authority still needs to be maintained.

The Chevy rounded the corner and stopped at the back alley.

Since Horsted returned to the team, under normal circumstances, Erin would still partner with him.

Now Ethan has only one person and one car.

Lowering the right window, he pressed his hand on the handle of the gun. As long as someone rushed out of the back door acting strangely, he would immediately be greeted by his gunfire.

"puff!"

After waiting for less than two minutes, the electric noise sounded.

"retreat!"

Hank said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone go back to the police station, something is wrong."

Hearing the voice in the headset, Ethan was confused.

He quickly turned the steering wheel and made a U-turn on the road, eliciting a burst of yelling.

Turning the corner, I saw Horsted already downstairs and standing at the window of the Cadillac.

"what's going on?"

He lowered the window and waved.

"Let's talk about it when we get back!"

Halsted walked quickly across the street, motioning for him to leave first.

"bump!"

Ethan patted the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator helplessly. Could it be that he had found the wrong target.

When we came to an intersection, there were children everywhere, and several yellow school buses were parked on the roadside.

There was a patrol car parked in the middle of the intersection ahead, and two patrol officers, a man and a woman, were directing traffic.

He looked closely and the corners of his mouth turned up.

While the car slowed down, he also took out his cell phone.

"Dududu."

The whistle in Rusek's mouth was making a listless sound.

Wearing white gloves, he waved to passing cars.

"I've really had enough."

After spitting out the whistle, he said dejectedly:

"This is bullshit, I don't know how you hold on."

The intelligence team handles all major cases, and suddenly the patrol team comes. The huge gap makes Rusek at a loss what to do.

When he's not directing traffic, he's dealing with noise complaints.

I spent the whole morning doing these messy things.

"Hey, don't complain!"

Burgess came over with his whistle in his mouth: "What you did is wrong, so you can't feel it."

"Okay!" Rusek followed Hank's example and folded his hands:

"Show me what the right thing to do is?"

"Look at me!"

Burgess raised his chin at him. "You have to put your whole heart and soul into it."

After speaking, she made gestures to direct traffic and swayed her hips as if dancing.

Seeing her like this, Rusek suddenly laughed.

"Shhhh~"

A crisp whistle sounded: "Swing it up, baby!"

There was booing from a car passing by.

Seeing that the other party was holding a mobile phone, Burgess stopped in a hurry.

"Bring your damn phone here." His partner was teased, and Rusek strode over and reached out to snatch the phone.

"Officer Rusek!"

Putting down the phone, he revealed the handsome face behind him: "Are you trying to rob?"

"Detective Morgan?"

Seeing that it was Ethan, Lucek took his hand back awkwardly: "Sorry, I didn't know it was you."

Burgess in the back, his fair face turned red.

She wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl in. It was so shameful that her actions were filmed.

"Hahaha!"

"Rusek, this outfit suits you very well."

"Looks good, very handsome."

"Come on, smile!"

What's even more embarrassing is what's behind, the intelligence team's cars are following up from behind one after another.

Erin held the steering wheel with one hand, held the phone high like Ethan, and smiled from ear to ear.

The others did the same and started making noises.

"Porphyrin"

It wasn't until the Cadillac at the back honked its horn and heard Hank's urging that they accelerated one after another.

By the time all the vehicles of the intelligence team left, not only Rusek but also Burgess looked dejected and without any vitality.

Back at the police station, everyone sat down at the table next to the iron cage in the garage.

After Horsted told them, they knew what happened above.

There are indeed a few tough men in the casino.

They were also heavily armed and were beating up a man.

But in the middle, Horsted was spotted and his police badge was flashed, warning him to leave.

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

The matter involves active police officers, and if it is not handled carefully, the consequences will be very troublesome.

At this time, Gene walked over quickly and threw the printed document on the table.

Here is a thick stack of photos, all of them police officers and detectives responsible for the Chinatown area.

"That's the guy!"

Horsted quickly found the corresponding photo and clicked on it: "I personally saw him put the muzzle of a gun into the mouth of a Triad member and make threats."

Picking up the A4-sized photo, Hank frowned.

"Do you know this guy?"

Noticing his expression, Antonio asked.

"That's right!"

Hank nodded: "This is Jimmy Smith."

"When I was first promoted, he was my partner. At that time, he, Erwin, and I were in the anti-gang group."

"Later, the people above thought he was more suitable to work in Chinatown, so they transferred him."

Erwin, also known as Olinsky, took off his duck-billed hat and took the photo:

"That's right!"

He scratched his eyebrows with his thumb: "Zhan Mi can play a better role in that place."

Ethan looked at the photo in his hand. This was a Chinese man.

His eyes were piercing and he exuded a tough guy temperament.

"He's doing a good job now."

Hank continued: "We have our own team, all of which are Chinese police officers."

"I can only say that their clothes are exactly the same as those in the surveillance video." Horsted spread his hands and said, "And he looks very fierce."

The word "black police" appeared in everyone's mind.

This is not the first time that this kind of police has appeared. These people regard their jurisdiction as a cornucopia.

If you have a suitable goal, take action.

Thinking of this, Ethan rubbed his nose awkwardly and said nothing.

"Why not follow them and see what's going on?"

Irene had a headache when Hank said that this Jimmy was once his partner, but she still made the suggestion very seriously.

"No!"

As everyone expected, Hank shook his head decisively: "He didn't do it."

"How do you know?" Erin asked.

"I just know it!" Hank said without any doubt:

"He is a policeman and there is no way he would do something like this."

The meaning of protection in this sentence was so obvious that everyone present fell silent.