My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the several corpses on the ground, Ethan sighed.

If the person lying here was a Chinese, I would probably be more excited than Perry.

Different ethnic groups and different mentality.

Seeing one of your own lying on the ground, anger is certain.

Especially since there are two children here, which is why Hank has been silent just now. He is really not easy to talk.

If Muñoz is allowed to roam freely outside, more people will probably die at his hands.

"Let's go!"

Ethan grabbed Antonio and dragged him downstairs.

Cooperating with Ba Zhao must provide convenience to Ba Zhao, reduce his sentence and provide convenience for his life in prison.

This is what Antonio doesn't want to see. He just wants to see the other party suffer.

But in this case, it was useless for him to object.

The two of them walked out of the house together and smoked two cigarettes. Only then did Antonio regain his composure. Looking at Baiden driving away, he threw away the cigarette butts harshly:

"I just don't want to work with that bastard."

"How is Diego now?"

Ethan picked up a ball of snow and threw it at the tree trunk next to him.

Snowballs hit the tree trunks like meteors, and snowflakes fell from the crown, dyeing the ground white.

"fine."

Antonio shook his head, his eyes red: "The psychiatrist said he is already fine, but I can't get through Judy's test."

"Sometimes when I sleep, I dream about her."

It turns out it's not just because of his son, but also because of his ex-partner.

The relationship between a police officer and his long-term partner is not something that ordinary people can understand.

That kind of life-and-death relationship, to be honest, is closer than that of ordinary couples. Even couples don't have to face life-and-death crises together all the time.

And when they go out for action, their partners are their most solid support.

Watching your partner die is the cruelest thing.

"She wouldn't want to see you like this."

Ethan didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort him and pat him on the shoulder.

Take a deep drag on the cigarette and flick the butt away.

At this time, other people also walked out of the house. Ethan slowly exhaled smoke and walked towards the parking place.

Returning to the police station where he had been away for two days, Ethan sat on the table and crossed his feet.

"Hi!"

Erin pushed his feet away and sat down on the table: "Do you know where Taylor went?"

Since his exit last night, Taylor has disappeared from public view without a trace.

Countless news outlets have tried to find her for a first-hand interview, but have been unable to find anyone.

Her agent and assistant all left Chicago by plane today, and despite being chased and intercepted by countless paparazzi, there was still no trace of her.

For a time, Taylor's whereabouts became a hot topic on the Internet.

Erin was no exception. She was a gossip and a fan, so she naturally thought of asking Ethan.

Of course Ethan knows where Taylor is.

It's still early, and the guy probably hasn't gotten up yet.

I took care of myself for a few hours last night, and I probably won’t wake up until the afternoon.

"Please, why are you asking me?"

Ethan nodded his head: "Use your brain, I'm just a bodyguard."

No matter what, I can't admit it even to death.

"Too."

Erin shrugged, slapped his feet again, and then walked back to her seat.

Even if she was beaten to death, she didn't dare to think that the guy opposite had already fucked her.

Gene quickly sorted out the latest case file and handed it out. Ethan took the file and looked at it boredly.

Everyone knows who did this.

Everyone also admired Munoz's hiding ability.

But after all, this is the third largest city in the United States. It is really difficult to find someone like Munoz who has a local network of connections if he wants to hide.

If not for this, Baiden would not have thought of cooperating with Ba Zhao.

The Chase Room was quiet for a long time before Hank walked out of the office. He looked at Antonio first and then at everyone.

Without saying anything, he walked directly downstairs.

Everyone else got up and followed him, and they all came to the garage.

The rolling shutter door was closed tightly and everyone stood apart. Ethan walked to the side of the technical room, pulled up a chair and sat down against the wall.

"listen."

Hank looked at the agitated Antonio, pondered for a moment and then said: "I know, everyone is angry."

"Trust me, it's the same for me."

"Ba Zhao and his people killed one of our colleagues and killed one of us."

"Not only that, he almost killed a relative of one of our colleagues."

Everyone looked at Antonio, they all knew who the man behind was referring to, and even the newcomer Sumner knew what was going on.

"No matter what."

Hank crossed his arms and said in a deep voice: "When we choose this profession, we would be too naive to expect not to make deals with bastards."

"Be patient and show some professional attitude."

After speaking, he winked at Gene next to him.

Gene nodded, walked quickly to the rolling shutter door, and took a photo of the case file.

The rolling shutter door slowly rose, and the wind and snow outside blew in, lifting everyone's spirits.

Silver Ford took the lead and led a prison escort vehicle over.

The engine roared and the two cars stopped.

Baierden got out of the car first, followed closely by the prison guards on the escort vehicle.

The prison guard took out a document, handed it to Baiden to sign, and then opened the rear door of Iveco. Inside, there was an iron cage with dense ventilation holes.

A man wearing a yellow prison uniform could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

The iron cage was opened again, and Ba Zhao, who was handcuffed and shackled, was helped out of the car by the prison guards.

There was a mask on his face, and white mist was spitting out from his breathing hole, making him look like a monster.

Bairden took off his mask, revealing his face underneath.

He bears some resemblance to the legendary Colombian drug lord Pablo, with messy black hair.

BaZhao raised his head, took a deep breath of free air, twisted his neck left and right, and then looked at the person standing in the garage.

The corner of his mouth tilted and he smiled:

"Hello, Antonio, long time no see."

"You are like a rat that just crawled out of the sewer." Ethan said while chewing a cigarette and squinting his eyes: "Since you finally got the rat's head out, you should keep a low profile, otherwise you won't be able to go back to prison. "

"Detective, are you trying to scare me?"

BaZhao opened his mouth and looked at Bailden in horror: "What should I do? I'm so scared. Otherwise, I'd better go back to prison."

Bairden glared at Ethan, then looked at Hank.

"Be honest with me."

Hank stepped forward, grabbed Ba Zhao and pushed him onto the bench of the iron cage.

"Where is he?"

Antonio was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. He took out Muñoz's photo from the case file in his hand and held it up in front of Ba Zhao. (End of chapter)