My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

His father is a police detective, and he always hangs out with those people with bad deeds.

Not only is he an idiot, he is also extremely mentally retarded.

Just like Hank's son Justin, he has the same brain disease.

Justin has gone to be a soldier at Hank's insistence.

Olinsky, the rebellious daughter, doesn't know if this time can change her.

When Lexi's sobbing stopped, Hank and Olinsky finally rushed back to the Chase Room.

The two of them ran nervously to the tea room. When he saw the blood on Lexie's face, Olinsky's steps became panicked.

"fine."

Ethan waved his hand at him: "That's just what was splashed on."

"She was just frightened." Erin patted Lexie on the back and released her.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

When she saw Orinsio, Lexie quickly stood up.

She said with a tearful voice: "I don't know why things suddenly became like this."

"What happened?"

Olinsky hugged her tightly and nervously wiped the blood from her face.

Both Ethan and Erin already knew the ins and outs of the incident. After Lexi left Hyde Park, she went to a party.

She and her boyfriend had been hanging out where the party was being held until this morning, when the shooting happened as they left the party house.

Hank crossed his arms and stood aside with a serious expression, thinking about how to solve this matter.

"Hey, about what happened last night."

Regardless of the two people next to her, Erin walked up to Hank and asked nervously: "Is there anything you want to say?"

"Don't worry." Hank smiled:

"It's all been resolved."

Erin said helplessly: "Now everyone in the police station knows that you were taken away by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"Then what?" Hank spread his hands:

"It was a misunderstanding and like I said, it's been resolved!"

Seeing the way Hank looked refreshed, Ethan knew there was nothing wrong with him at all.

Leaving the two pairs of father and daughter behind, they walked out of the tea room.

"Hank!"

As soon as he sat down, Pratt quickly walked up the stairs:

"Someone from the Anti-Gangster Group is here and wants to talk to you about the shooting that just happened in the Pearson community. He is in the reception room on the first floor."

"Okay, thank you." Hank nodded: "I'll be down right away."

Platt waved his hand and turned to go downstairs.

When he heard about the anti-gang group, Olinsky's expression changed. He looked at Lexi and said nervously:

"Is the person who was shot a gang member?"

"I don't know." Lexie shook her head.

Olinsky had a headache: "Remember what I say, you don't have to testify against anything, do you understand?"

"knew."

Seeing her father so nervous, Lexi couldn't help but feel a little scared.

She put her hands in her pockets and nodded silently.

After walking out of the tea room, Olinsky stopped and looked at Hank solemnly.

The latter nodded, understanding what he meant.

"Let's go and see what's going on." Hank greeted Ethan, and the three of them walked downstairs together.

After hearing Pratt's words just now, Ethan also frowned.

Anti-gangsters were involved, which means the person who was shot was a gang member, which is not good news.

If Lexie is the only witness in the case, things could get tricky.

When we arrived at the reception room on the first floor, there was a white police detective wearing a black windbreaker standing inside, shaking hands with several people one after another.

"I think you should know what I'm here for."

The white police detective said hello and immediately said: "The man who was shot just now is named Russell Thompson."

"According to the intelligence I have here, he is a low-level lone criminal of the Monarch Gang."

"One of the actions we are investigating, which also involves him, is regarding the proliferation of exclusive products in the Pilsen community."

"To be honest, we really don't know why you are here." Ethan sat on the table and spread his hands: "Is this Thompson your informant, or what?"

"He's not an informant yet. We just focused on him." The detective from the anti-gang group shrugged and said:

"The Monarch Gang has been encroaching on the territory of Latin people. This shooting should be a warning to those Latin people to keep black people away from their territory."

"Okay." Hank stretched out his hand to him:

"Thank you for the information. If there's nothing else, we'll go up first."

"uh-huh!"

The anti-gangster detective held Hank's hand and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I heard that the witnesses were brought to you?"

"There are no witnesses, you heard wrong."

Orlinsky leaned aside and said expressionlessly.

"Really?" The anti-gangster detective looked at Olinsky:

"Interestingly enough, two patrolmen said there were witnesses and had the same last name as you, Detective Olinsky."

"Listen," the detective continued:

"I understand, she is your daughter."

"Then you should know better." Olinsky interrupted impatiently: "As long as you become a witness in a gang shooting case, you will directly become a living target."

"I know what you're trying to do, and I definitely don't agree with it."

Ethan scratched his face, knowing that Olinsky was telling the truth.

When it comes to gang shootings, as long as someone is on the court witness list, it's pretty much the equivalent of a death list.

Gangsters don't spare the bullet when it comes to snitches.

The trickiest thing about this is not even knowing whose hand the bullet that killed you came from.

For countless street kids waiting to get their start, this is the quickest way to make a name for themselves.

"Detective." The person from the anti-gang team frowned and said, "We have spent several months investigating this case."

"There is still a chance to capture the Latin gang. I hope you can cooperate with our work."

"I don't give a fuck how long it takes you."

Olinsky stepped forward excitedly: "That's my daughter, and I will never agree to let her testify."

"Hey, calm down." Ethan stopped him quickly.

At this time, curious eyes came from outside.

Hank quickly closed the door. This would not sound good to the ears of people outside.

"Listen." Ethan turned back to look at the anti-gangster detective in front of him, and knocked hard on the police badge hanging on his waist:

"Aren't we wearing the same thing?"

"Why not show some respect?"

"Let me tell you something." Hank walked directly in front of the anti-gangster detective and said in a hoarse voice:

"From now on, the intelligence team will be in charge of this case, and you can go back."

"Hey, you can't just take away my investigative powers."

“I can and have done so.”

"Just because of a witness?"

"I don't have to explain anything to you, Detective."

"Shet, I will report this matter to the director."

"No problem, please do as you please."

After a tit-for-tat conversation, Hank opened the door again.

The anti-gangster detective nodded and walked out angrily.

Hank rubbed his face vigorously and looked at Olinsky: "You have the rest today and go back to take care of your family."

"Wait until we get this thing sorted out."

Olinsky nodded and quickly left the reception room.

This kind of thing involved a gang war, so he could only stay home temporarily to protect the safety of his family.

All matters must wait until the investigation is clear.

"What do we do now?"

Ethan let out a breath and looked at Hank.

Even though Olinsky's daughter is a moron, he is one of his own.

"Find the gunman and ask him to confess." Hank crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks: "Or find other evidence that can make the gunman confess."

That was all they could do now, and the two walked out of the reception room.

Antonio ran up the stairs quickly from the side entrance, and several people almost ran into him.

He asked anxiously, "Hey, I heard what happened."

"Where's Olinsky?"

"We're going home. Contact Halsted and ask him to come over quickly." Hank strode up and said:

"We have a gang shooting right now that needs to be investigated."

Thanks to Brother Mars Little Piff for the reward and support, thank you