My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Close the door and turn around.

Hank was already sitting in his chair, with a straight face.

Rusek felt uneasy and put his hands behind his back: "Sheriff."

"Who gave you the power?"

Hank crossed his legs and said coldly: "In other words, what makes you think you have the right to call the patrolman upstairs?"

"I'm sorry, Sheriff."

Rusek straightened his back: "I didn't think carefully."

He quickly explained: "Sir, Lexie said it was Karaka who shot Russell, right?"

"Karaka is a member of the Latin Priest Gang. Their main business is smartphones. I think this is a good opportunity to find Karaka."

"The vast majority of people who have their phones stolen are women."

"Especially female tourists coming from out of town, so I called Burgess."

He met Hank's gaze and said seriously:

"This is not for me, this is for Olinsky and Lexi, and we need to do this."

"No matter what, we have to find Karaka."

"This is what you ordered this morning, and this is what I did."

After finishing speaking, Rusek closed his mouth tightly.

He accepted being scolded and punished, and had long been mentally prepared. This time it was for Olinsky and his partner.

Hank's expression was still so serious.

But there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Hank doesn't like people who follow the rules too much.

As long as things are done properly and well-founded, he will only feel that he is capable of doing things.

"It's a good idea."

Hank folded his palms on his lower abdomen, and after tapping his fingers for a while, he said in a deep voice: "You can try it."

"Thanks!"

Rusek's face was filled with joy, and his clenched hands behind his back also loosened.

"But you can't lead the team in this matter."

Hank thought for a while, stood up and walked outside: "You stay at the police station and follow us to find the whereabouts of Pierce."

It seems unreliable no matter how you think about it, for a newcomer to take a patrol officer on a solo mission.

It's a headache enough now, but we still need to find a suitable person.

Rusek has no problem with that.

As long as he can help, he doesn't mind if someone else does it.

The two walked out of the Sheriff's Office, and everyone looked at them.

Rusek, who was standing behind Hank, made a funny gesture of wiping his sweat, and everyone knew that he was fine.

"Ethan."

Hank looked at the people present and made an immediate decision: "Take Burgess to follow up on what Rusek said just now."

"Are you sure?" Ethan didn't want to take credit from others:

"This is the method Rusek found. Otherwise, let him go."

"It's okay." Rusek gave him a thumbs up:

"I feel more at ease if you come."

"Okay." In this case, Ethan was no longer polite.

"This is a mobile phone that has been installed with a tracker." Rusek came over, took out a mobile phone from the table and handed it to him:

"Even if the phone is turned off and the battery is removed, the signal tracking and positioning will not be affected."

Along with the phone, there is also a tracker.

The two things were put into his hands together. Rusek nodded to him and said, "Please, find the whereabouts of those people."

Ethan said nothing, just patted him on the shoulder.

He picked up his things, put on his coat, and greeted Burgess, who was standing by like a passerby, to go downstairs.

As soon as he pushed open the iron gate, Burgess patted his chest:

"Huh, you didn't know how scary the police chief's eyes were just now. It scared me to death."

"Just get used to it." Ethan smiled and handed her the phone: "What do you have to be nervous about? Just obey the order."

The two walked out of the police station and got into the Interceptor.

"You are a patrol officer and you are more familiar with this area. Where are we going?"

Ethan put the car into gear and glanced at Burgess. Her current outfit was a bit hard to describe.

"Just go to Millennium Park."

Burgess was a little nervous going undercover for the first time.

However, she still noticed Ethan's eyes, spread her hands and said, "What's the problem?"

"Red doesn't suit you."

Ethan turned the steering wheel and drove towards the familiar drive-in restaurant nearby.

"I think it's pretty good!"

Burgess tugged at his clothes and was immediately discouraged: "It seems you are right."

"Then what color do you think I would look good in?"

Bright eyes blinked at him, and Ethan almost couldn't resist.

He coughed: "Black."

"You have good skin, and you look good in black and white."

"Really?"

Burgess rolled his eyes, opened the makeup mirror above, and looked at it happily.

I bought two fast food and drove to Millennium Park.

The two of them walked into the park while biting into their burgers.

This is indeed one of the most popular attractions in Chicago. In the middle of winter, it is still snowing, and there are still many tourists.

We didn't stop until we came to the Cloud Gate. This is a huge bean-shaped sculpture weighing 110 tons.

The stainless steel shell is polished like a mirror, as if it reflects the entire city.

There is still some snow remaining on top of the sculpture.

"I'm very curious about a question, why is this thing called Cloud Gate?"

Ethan walked to the bottom of the sculpture and looked up. The reflections of people from all angles made him dizzy.

"Honestly."

He took a sip of coffee and said, "This has nothing to do with the door."

"That's why we call it beans." Burgess's voice came from the headset.

She was sitting on a table not far away, pretending to be fresh and looking at the tall buildings around her.

"Don't be too excited." Ethan observed her:

"Calm down your expression, you have to be a little silly."

"Okay." Burgess said calmly.

She placed the phone with the tracker on it next to the table.

Holding the coffee cup with both hands, the expression on his face changes.

Soon, a girl who came from a small place and longed for the big city appeared in front of Ethan.

"I have to say, you are very talented."

Ethan smiled at her from a distance: "I wonder now, is it your acting skills that are great, or are you just a bit stupid?"

"Are you pretending to be an asshole, or are you actually an asshole?"

Burgess fired back unceremoniously, and she looked around: "Is there a target candidate?"

"There are many, they all look similar." Ethan's eyes moved.

According to the information they have obtained, the people responsible for stealing mobile phones are all half-grown white children.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, even if he is caught, he will not be punished.

Coupled with that skin color, it can naturally make people let down their guard.

There are as many as a dozen that meet the goal.

But they are not in a hurry, they are fish and they will always bite the hook.

Two or three minutes later, Ethan discovered something.

There were a few people playing skateboards not far away, and something was wrong.

Two or three of them were very attentive.

But a boy wearing a gray jacket and a dark red knitted hat looked absently at Burgess's position.

"Notice."

Ethan glanced across the room, turned his back to Burgess and said, "Someone smelled something fishy."

After turning around, the kid who just stepped on his skateboard whizzed toward Burgess. In an instant, the cell phone placed on the table disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Burgess put on a full show, spreading his legs and chasing after him.

The boy in the knitted hat moved very skillfully. He quickly shuttled through the crowd on his skateboard and quickly escaped.

"real or fake?"

Breathless, Burgess stopped and shouted:

"I hope you enjoy this new phone I bought, Beach Boy."