My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Mr. Edwin, do you think what I said makes sense?"

There was a gentle smile on Ethan's lips, but there was a bloodthirsty light in his eyes. The two completely different emotions were perfectly integrated.

"That makes sense."

Edwin stammered, a few drops of sweat sliding down his temples.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the crushed bullet casing. He kept thinking about what had just happened in his mind, as if bullets were still hitting him one by one.

My bladder suddenly became uncontrollable and became sore.

"By the way." Ethan took a sip of cappuccino and pointed to the person opposite: "This is my colleague, Gene, I believe you know him."

"Unfortunately, he was threatened because of his family."

"Bankruptcy is already miserable, but as a result, others have to threaten his family and his life."

"Tell me, how can there be such bad people in this world?"

He raised his arm and slapped Edwin hard on the shoulder: "Why don't you speak? Is what I said wrong?"

"Yes, that's right."

Being slapped by the palm, Edwin's body was shaken, as if he was being shot again.

The wave of attacks just now can be said to have completely frightened him, and now he can even smell a faint smell of gunpowder smoke coming from the side.

He believed that the other party definitely had the intention and ability to kill him.

"correct."

Ethan opened the rolled up document again and handed it to Edwin: "This is another gift for you."

"If anything happens to Gene and his family, anything happens."

"He is my friend, and he is also a friend of many people. There will be equal revenge. I hope you can understand this."

Inside the document, there was a piece of white paper.

There are only a few lines of words on it, all of which are company names and addresses.

When others see it, they may be confused.

But when Edwin saw it, his face was as pale as the corpse in the trash can just now.

The information here is all about his family’s work place and home address.

Not only that, even the address of the vacation home I bought was clearly written on it.

He was frightened just now, but after seeing this information, Edwin felt deep fear.

The information on this paper is the result of Gene's work. For a technical geek like him, it is not difficult to find this information.

"now it's right."

Noticing the sweat on Edwin's cheeks dripping from his chin, Ethan nodded with satisfaction: "Before breaking the rules of the game, you must think carefully and think about what would happen if it happened to you."

"Mr. Edwin, do you think what I said makes sense?"

"That makes sense."

Edwin replied subconsciously, crumpling the paper with trembling fingers, and his whole face became as wrinkled as the paper.

This is Ethan's idea, you want to be a hooligan, I am a more hooligan than you.

You have a high position and I won’t compare you to this.

Just like what I am best at, I will take out a gun to play with you. Under the gunpoint, there is no hierarchy, all living beings are equal, and I will ask you if you are afraid of Edwin.

It was obvious now that he was afraid.

"Remember." Hank curled his fingers and knocked heavily on the table: "If you want to do official business in the future, I will accompany you to do official business."

"If you continue to play dirty tricks in private, I will still accompany you."

He and Ethan looked at each other and then stood up. The matter had been made clear and there was no need to stay any longer.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a crisp sound echoed through the cafe.

Gene mustered up the courage, whipped out his palm as fast as lightning, and threw it hard on Edwin's face, knocking him completely unconscious.

"Comfortable?"

Jean moved his sore wrist and said angrily: "You gave me this slap in the face, and now I will give it back to you."

Under the astonished gazes of the entire cafe, he strode outside.

"damn it."

Ethan was also frightened just now. The technical geek got angry, and he was also very violent.

He quickly followed up, put his arm around Jean's shoulders and smiled:

"Who taught you this? It's too violent."

"You!"

Gene was smiling with tears in his eyes: "There is no one else but you, thank you!"

Damn, this is so sensational.

Ethan rubbed his chicken coop-like black hair and pushed him out of the cafe.

When they walked outside, Gene stopped.

He looked at Hank, his mouth opening and closing, but he didn't know what to say.

"You can go back and hand over the work later."

Hank pursed his lips and turned to leave: "I have already contacted the department for you. Just go and report directly tomorrow."

"sorry."

Looking at his decisively leaving figure, Jean said hastily: "I'm in the intelligence team and I'm very happy. Thank you."

Hank paused for a moment and continued to stride forward.

Branch 21, reception hall.

"Hey, Boyt."

Platt saw the two people coming up the stairs, spread his hands and said, "It's not like you don't have the budget, why don't you ask someone to come back and answer the phone for you."

"What happened?" Hank was confused.

"Damn it, the phone upstairs has been ringing since you guys went out just now." Platt picked up the thick stack of documents in his hand and threw it on the reception desk:

"As you can see, I'm a very busy man."

"It's not difficult to find someone, just anyone, to answer the hotline, okay?"

Platt complained, and even Hank gave in.

"Okay, let me think about it."

He shrugged and walked quickly to the side. At the same time, he shook his head at Ethan and said, "It's not that easy to find someone who works carefully and is trustworthy."

Considering what happened to Gene, Ethan just smiled.

In fact, such an operator is dispensable. In many cases, the intelligence team will not leave until no one is left.

"Pop."

Walking up the stairs, Hank clapped his hands vigorously: "Tell me what you found."

"I have checked the list of all employees at the construction site." Rusek bit his pencil and raised his arm: "There is nothing worth tracing."

"But I asked the construction site supervisor and he said there were only water-gel explosives there."

"There are no detonators or fuses. If those people want to do anything, they will definitely need these two things."

"We discussed this just now." Hosted behind him also raised his hand to indicate:

"I have a friend who might know something."

"very good."

Hank nodded and pointed to Horsted and Rusek: "Then you two will follow up together."

"Any more?"

He continued to look at the others.

"Sheriff." Atwater hesitated and stood up quickly: "When I was a kid, I grew up near that construction site."

"That's the territory of the Erba Gang. You know, even if this kind of thing can escape surveillance, it certainly can't escape the eyes of the local gangs. I think the people in Erba must know something."

"I know someone in the Erba Gang. Maybe we can find a way to get him to take us to meet the gang leader."

"Okay." Hank interrupted him with a wave of his hand:

"Olinsky, go run with him."

Seeing that the others were silent, Hank took off his coat and walked into the office. Gene's incident put him in a bad mood.

Ethan did the same and returned to his seat directly.

After returning from vacation, he didn't even have a chance to sit down. He pulled out the chair, crossed his legs and stretched out.

After joining the intelligence team for a few days, Atwater finally had a chance to perform.

He rubbed his hands excitedly and became forgetful: "Olinsky, I won't bother you anymore, I can handle it by myself."

"Oh~"

Olinsky stood up and spread his hands: "The big man is talking. He doesn't even need me."

"Bah bang bang."

"I knew you would stand up," Rusek coaxed.

There was sparse applause, and Ethan crumpled up a ball of paper and threw it on Atwater: "Give you a chance to say what you just said again."

"Feel sorry."

Facing everyone's gaze, Atwater suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly explained:

"The Erba Gang is a black gang, so."

"So what?"

Orlinsky's eyes were unkind: "I have been working undercover for the past twenty years. Are you saying that I will ruin things for you, a rookie?"

"It's my fault, please let me go."

Atwater raised his hands and begged for mercy.

"Let's go, rookie." Olinsky threw a candy into his mouth angrily and walked towards the stairs.

"OK."

Atwater quickly followed, becoming a little downcast.

When he was about to go downstairs, Olinsky stopped and looked at Ethan: "About Gene?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked over.

Ethan rocked the chair gently and bit the beef jerky in his mouth: "The matter is settled."

As soon as everyone showed joy, he continued:

"However, today is Gene's last day in the intelligence team."

Thanks to brother Arenas Long for the reward and support, thank you!