My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Not only Ethan, but other people’s faces were also burning.

Not only did you ruin other people's actions, but you also beat them up. This is such a shameful thing.

No matter what, you have to admit when you have done something wrong.

Ethan stepped forward: "I'm really sorry!"

Seeing the two people who had been hit hard by him, Ethan scratched his head.

"Dude, I'm sorry!"

He spread his hands and said: "The main thing is that your equipment and movement patterns are exactly the same as those gangsters."

"There was a misunderstanding, I'm really sorry!"

At the arrest scene just now, I heard them speaking Mandarin.

Ethan decisively switched languages ​​and apologized sincerely.

Hearing that fluent Chinese, everyone in Zhanmi looked surprised. Many Americans can speak Chinese.

But it's still rare to see someone like him without a weird accent.

Although he couldn't understand what Ethan was saying, Hank understood what he was doing.

He awkwardly stepped forward and said sorry to the old man.

People from the intelligence team came over to express their apologies.

Jean also came out to smooth things over, and with their apology, the people who took over Mi gradually calmed down.

"You guys are too cruel."

The two people squatting on the ground finally came around, and one of them said to Ethan angrily.

"Sorry!" Ethan looked at Hank:

"Call them an ambulance and check their body. I'll bear all the expenses."

He knew exactly how dark his actions were.

The hateful blow just now did not hit their vulnerable parts.

If one or two of them are disabled, I won't be able to explain myself.

Zhan Mi wanted to say it was okay for his men, but seeing their looks, it didn't look like it was okay at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to nod.

Hank also knew that Ethan was heavy-handed, so he immediately called an ambulance.

As for the cost, given their ability, it would be no problem for them to report a work-related injury, so they didn’t take it to heart at all.

"Okay, now let's get back to the case."

It is impossible for Zhan Mi to be punished for no reason, at least the whole story must be clarified.

Now that they have been involved, it is very inappropriate to say that the case has nothing to do with them.

Hank patted Jimi on the shoulder:

"Tell me on the way."

Chinatown, karaoke.

Now, unlike just now, the warning tape has been put on.

The scene was the same as in the morning, with police patrols coming in and out and crowds watching.

Due to the recurrence of the case, all members of the intelligence team were dispatched.

Ethan closed the car door and Antonio got out of the car with him.

Several people got out of the Cadillac SUV next to them, including Hank, Jimmy, and another Chinese policeman.

Everyone showed their police badges, pulled up their security tapes and hurried upstairs.

The situation was not much different from the casino in the morning. There were several corpses lying in the financial room and on the passage.

Fortunately, no innocent people were harmed this time.

Ethan walked towards the patrolman next to him and quickly collected the latest situation.

He quickly walked into the monitoring room nearby: "Same as the morning, break in, shoot, get money, and leave."

"Witnesses said the men could have refrained from shooting."

"The people in the casino have been very cooperative, but there is still no way to escape death."

Watching the video on the screen, Zhan Mi frowned. No wonder the intelligence team targeted their arrest team.

If he were not the person involved, he would definitely make the same judgment.

The number of people, clothing and even guns are all about the same.

He gritted his teeth, but he didn't expect that his movements could be clearly traced.

Everyone walked out of the surveillance room, and Hank looked at Jamie: "This morning, my people saw you and Rick in this place."

While speaking, he nodded to the Chinese policeman next to Jimi.

This man is Rick, tall and handsome, with a mustache.

"That's right!"

Zhan Mi stopped: "Our informant is here."

Next to him, is a corpse.

Several holes were punched in his head, and the blood had stopped flowing.

Zhan Mi clenched his fists: "The address where you found me was the one he provided to me."

"When you set out, did you use the radio to notify your men?" Hank remembered something and asked quickly.

"That's right!" Zhan Mi looked at him:

"This is routine, isn't it?"

"Brother, your radio frequency was eavesdropped by those people."

Hank shook his head and expressed his guess.

Zhan Mi was stunned and his face was ashen.

Nothing more was found at the scene, and they quickly returned to the police station.

Things just inexplicably turned into two groups of people working together to handle the case.

Hurrying up the stairs, I met Burgess and Rusek.

Both men were disheveled, and Burgess had disheveled hair.

When they saw the crowd, they were still a little embarrassed.

"Well done."

Ethan was the first to reach out to Burgess, smiling.

I just received news that the two of them subdued a thief who was breaking into the house.

"Thanks."

Burgess blushed slightly and bumped fists with Ethan.

"Congratulations." Atwater, who was following behind, smiled and opened his hands to her, and the two of them gave her a firm hug.

While he was busy in the intelligence team, Burgess was not idle either.

"Rusek!"

The others walked up, and Olinsky took off his hat. He asked with a subtle expression: "How are you doing now?"

"I understand what you mean."

Rusek is a smart man and has long been aware of the problems.

He put his thumb and index finger to his lips and made a zipper-closing motion.

"very good!"

Orlinsky nodded with satisfaction.

If Rusek still doesn't understand, Olinsky doesn't mind keeping him on patrol until he understands what it means to keep a low profile.

Ethan took the lead and walked onto the main room.

Where there should be no one there, there was a Latina woman sitting.

He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, and wearing gray and black casual clothes.

Noticing someone coming upstairs, she quickly stood up.

On her belt hung a police badge.

"Who are you?"

Ethan took off his pistol and asked doubtfully.

This tall Latina beauty ignored him, but looked at the people who were following her.

Hank stepped forward, spread his hands and said, "How can I help you?"

"Hello, Sheriff Boyt."

The woman straightened her back and replied loudly, "I'm Mia Sumner."

"uh-huh!"

Hank looked at her confused.

"Great." Sumner looked a little embarrassed: "They haven't informed you yet."

Hank spread his hands: "What are you telling me?"

"I'm a detective assigned to the Intelligence Unit, and I'm glad to have the opportunity to work with you."

Sumner held out his hand to Hank, smiling.

The others looked over in surprise. It was obvious that even Hank didn't know. This kind of thing had never happened before.

Looking at her palm, Hank scratched his face and said impatiently:

"No offense intended, I will choose who I need."

"Okay, you can go."

"Pfft!"

Seeing the stiff look on the Latin woman's face, Ethan chuckled and returned to his seat.

The people behind didn't say anything and continued to move forward.

They gathered in front of the whiteboard and watched the scene before them with interest.

Everyone knows Hank's bad temper. A paratrooper arrived without saying a word. It was expected that he would start driving people away.

"Maybe you should make a call."

Sumner reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card.

Just then, the phone rang in Hank's office.

"Feel sorry!"

Hank didn't even take the business card from her hand and strode into the office.