My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Thanks."

Taylor took off his sunglasses and said sincerely: "Thank you to the Chicago Police Department for their efforts on this matter."

She has long been accustomed to this kind of public entertainment with hello, me, and everyone.

After a few words of greeting, Ethan opened the door and let Taylor and others in.

The reporters behind them would not let them in, otherwise the show would be too much and the meaning of coming would be lost.

There are doctors and nurses in the ward.

One of the security guards was lying on the hospital bed with his arm wrapped in gauze. He must have been shot here.

Compared with the mohawk, he is already very lucky.

Even more fortunate was the guy next to him, who was unscathed because he was sitting in the back row.

The two security guards were also moved by the fact that Taylor risked his life to come visit them. They were all people who often stayed together and didn't have so many polite words.

Taylor just told them to rest in peace and cultivate themselves, and by the way, they talked about the mohawk.

Ten minutes later, the visit ended and everyone left the ward.

Taylor was in a much lower mood and no longer had much communication with the few media outlets with which she had good relations.

The question of whether the concert could be held normally was left to the evening.

After bumping into Burgess, Ethan pressed the elevator button calmly.

Looking at her angry look, she made a secret gesture of scissors, and then walked into the elevator proudly.

Before I even got downstairs, my phone rang.

Burgess impatiently sent a text message, asking for autographs and photos, along with a few threatening words, but Ethan pretended not to notice them at all.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, Mercedes-Benz quietly left along another exit.

No worries, we got back to Hyde Park smoothly.

"Boom!"

As soon as I entered the house, I received a message from Eileen on my phone.

"Don't let your employer see it."

Sliding up the screen, there are several photos inside. When you zoom in, you can see the inside of the suitcase, which is densely covered with photos of Taylor.

However, the body was replaced by some other photos.

"They are quite similar!"

Taylor's head came closer: "But my skin is better."

"Cough." Ethan coughed lightly and pushed her head away: "Please pay attention to my privacy, I am investigating the case."

"Really? Whose privacy is it?"

Taylor finished his sentence and strode towards the living room.

When he saw the photos on his phone, Taylor actually felt flustered, but he just pretended to be calm.

Although it was not the real me, it was a little awkward to be seen by him in that way, as if I had also been seen.

Ethan read through the remaining photos, then walked through the living room and came to the swimming pool.

Pull out the address book and call Eileen:

"What's the situation now?"

Erin's tone was filled with extreme disgust: "That person is really a pervert, not only the photos, but also a doll with dozens of love letters inside, and the content is much more disgusting than the previous guy's."

"That's not what I asked. Danny couldn't have guessed that we would find him so quickly."

"Now is the best opportunity." Ethan looked at the people in the living room and continued to ask:

"You haven't found any clues yet?"

"Who knows where he went." Eileen complained, and continued: "But there is good news. By investigating his service record, we found that he has a comrade in Chicago."

"Now that he is alone outside, he must find a place to stay."

"Maybe Danny is connected to his comrades."

"Great." Ethan nodded quickly: "Get him, OK!"

"This is just a guess, don't say anything anymore, get to the place right away." Eileen hung up the phone casually.

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"Everyone should be careful."

Hank looked at the house not far away, slowly stopped the car, and pressed the intercom at the same time: "The suspect has received professional training and is extremely dangerous."

"Received." The responses came one after another.

Erin patted her bulletproof vest, opened the door and got out of the car.

A large group of people were like monkeys being shunned. After watching the surveillance video for several hours, she had already become furious and wanted to find someone to practice with immediately.

She and Hank took the lead, with Orlinsky and Antonio following behind.

The four men hurried across the front yard and onto the porch.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a faint sound of TV inside, and Irene banged on the door.

"who is it?"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the door creaked open.

A burly man with a full beard appeared at the door, and a thunderous voice sounded: "What do you want?"

"good afternoon."

Erin opened her clothes and showed the police badge hanging under her bulletproof vest: "I want to ask you about someone, Danny, your comrade."

"Has he had any contact with you recently?"

"Danny?"

The bearded man scratched his head and said with a puzzled look on his face: "I haven't contacted him for a long time. I haven't seen him since I came back from Iraq."

"Sorry, I can't help you."

"It's okay, please."

Erin looked into the living room with some regret, her eyes fixed on two bottles of Budweiser beer.

"Wow!"

The toilet flushed, and a short-haired man walked out of the toilet next to the living room.

He looks a bit handsome, with a faint scar on his forehead.

He froze on the spot and looked at the policemen standing outside the door.

"Danny!"

The bearded man yelled: "Run quickly."

The shouting woke everyone up, and like a frightened bird, Danny spread his legs and ran away quickly.

"Chicago police!"

Hank yelled, and together with Erin, they pushed through the strong man at the door and tried to rush into the house.

"I'll talk about it later."

The bearded man roared loudly, and like a wild bull, he opened his thick arms and tackled the two of them violently.

"Bang!"

A circle of dust kicked up on the floor, and Hank and Erin were knocked to the ground.

Several people got entangled and bumped into the cabinet next to them. The porcelain placed on it fell and fell to pieces.

"Hurry up and chase."

Olinsky flew forward, strangled the bearded man's fat neck, and roared loudly.

"boom!"

The glass door at the back was smashed, and Danny didn't bother to turn the lock. He hit the glass and rushed out of the house. Countless glass shards flew out along with his body.

Antonio hurriedly ran past the chaotic group of people, but was hooked by a strong man with a beard at his feet.

His body swayed and his steps staggered.

He almost fell, managed to control his balance, and continued to chase after him.

In a few seconds, he disappeared outside the back door.

The bearded man turned over and swung Olinsky down with all his strength.

"Oh~"

With a height of 1.8 meters and a weight of about 200 kilograms, Olinsky almost lost his breath.

"Bang."

Hank broke free from the control and gave the strong man an elbow with his backhand. The tip of the elbow hit the bearded head hard.

His neck was locked and he was hit hard, and the strong man finally fainted.

"Farke, I'm an old man."

Olinsky shouted in pain: "Come and help me."

Erin held her head and climbed up. She and Hank pushed the beard over together, and Olinsky, who was trapped underneath, was finally able to breathe.

"Go help!"

Hank took out the handcuffs and shouted to Erin.

"knew."

Erin slapped the floor angrily, crossed the living room, and chased toward the back of the house.

After putting on the handcuffs, Hank pulled the old man up. The two looked at each other and shook their heads with a wry smile. It was no different than before.

Hank noticed a backpack placed next to the sofa in the living room. He quickly walked over, pulled the zipper open, and took a deep breath.

Detonators, wires, C4, and a dark pistol were lying quietly in the bag.