My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rusek's expression returned to normal only when he saw Nadia sitting down in the tea room.

Not wanting to look at his bearish look, Ethan walked up to Halsted and said, "Did your friend gain anything?"

"some."

Horsted obviously had some clues, and he said happily: "My friend has heard that a new player has come to the city recently. He has recruited several subordinates and is ready to do a lot of work."

"He has a lot of connections. I have asked him to arrange a meeting and said we can provide detonators and fuses."

"If the other party agrees to meet, then it is very likely that he is the person we need to find."

"Not bad." Ethan also clapped his hands with him happily: "At this time, there are not many people who need to use these things."

While he was talking, Horsted's cell phone rang.

He looked at the caller's number, signaled to be silent, and pressed answer.

After a while, he hung up the phone and his eyes lit up: "The other party has agreed to meet, now."

"What are you waiting for?"

When Hank heard what he said, he quickly walked out of the office. He already understood the message: "Go and feel the bottom."

"OK!"

Horsted stood up and said to Ethan: "Do you want to come together?"

"Can I go too?"

Ethan pointed at himself, a little confused.

"Of course." Horsted drank the coffee in the cup in one gulp: "We didn't say how many people there are. Besides, if it is really that group of people, I will feel more at ease if you are present."

While speaking, he glanced at Rusek next to him. Obviously, this was what made him uneasy.

"Please."

Rusek spread his hands dissatisfied: "I'm not a rookie anymore."

"Yeah, that's right."

Hank agreed very much with his statement, then waved his hand and said:

"Ethan, you go for a run with them."

"Be careful and bring a gun."

Rusek completely lost his temper, scratched his head and put on his coat.

Less than a minute after I got back, I had to go out again.

But this was work, so there was nothing he could do. Ethan walked to the tea room and knocked on the door: "I'm going out for a while. You're here alone. Is there any problem?"

"Don't worry." Nadia looked at the magazine in her hand.

"Don't run around."

Ethan looked at her: "Repeat what I said."

"I know~" Nadia raised her hand helplessly: "I promise, I will never run around."

Hank also noticed Nadia inside and cast a doubtful look at Ethan.

"Ask Erin."

Ethan stopped his questions with one sentence, and Hank usually didn't care about Irene's affairs.

That was not only the only flower in the intelligence team, but also his adopted daughter. Hank usually ignored such trivial things.

With three people in one car, Horsted first drove the car to a KFC.

After a while, a white man wearing a black knitted hat got into the back seat and squeezed together with Rusek.

He is in his twenties, skinny and pale.

"Fake, I'm so cold."

After the man got in the car, he kept chewing gum in his mouth and stretched out his fist to Ethan: "Are you also a colleague of Halsted? I am a mouse."

"mouse?"

Ethan looked at Horsted with confusion on his face.

This nickname is not very good. In the old and American culture, it is equivalent to a young man or a big mouth.

"My comrade."

"He served overseas with me," Horsted said.

"Hello."

Hearing this, Ethan bumped fists with the mouse: "I'm Morgan."

"How's it going?" Horsted turned around and asked impatiently: "Where are you going?"

"Da da."

The mouse waved his arms with a smile and snapped his fingers twice.

"asshole."

Horsted took out some cash from his pocket: "The information must be accurate, otherwise I won't be able to reimburse you."

In fact, there is no easy way to reimburse informant fees. Everyone has a quota.

Just have a name and spend it.

If you have to get accurate information before you are willing to give money, then few people are willing to be informants.

"knew."

The mouse quickly grabbed the cash and grinned: "After all these years, when have I ever deceived you?"

After he received the informant fee, he pointed forward with satisfaction:

"I have made arrangements to go to Sedgwick. The other party is waiting for us at home."

"By the way, you better not look so much like the police later."

"Shut up." Horsted turned the steering wheel and the car drove forward quickly. A few minutes later, it stopped near the street.

Led by the mouse, several people walked through the community park and came to an apartment building.

The weather was cold and not many people were active outside, mainly white people.

Judging from the community environment, law and order should be okay.

The mouse led them up the stairs in a timid manner, arrived at the third floor, and stopped in front of a door.

The way they walk is sneaky.

Maybe that's why he got this nickname. The mouse turned back and looked at everyone.

All of them took off their police badges and inserted their pistols into their backs. They all looked carefree.

Rusek, no more, no less, also received several months of training from Olinsky.

In addition, his original personality is also a bit out of touch, so among the few people here, none of them have the upright character of a police officer.

"Bump."

When Horsted nodded, the mouse knocked on the door gently and rhythmically.

Through the radar, I saw a light spot in the house moving behind a door. However, the wooden door did not open immediately. The people inside were probably observing through the peephole.

There were three people in the apartment.

The other two people dispersed, not like they were ambushing.

"Click."

Just as Ethan was observing the movement inside, the door opened.

"Yo."

The mouse greeted the man who opened the door: "Where's Charlie? The people I brought are here."

"inside."

The man looked at the people outside and took out his hand from his pocket: "Go to the living room and wait. Don't run around."

The pocket was so heavy that it was no longer obvious what was inside.

"Know."

The mouse bumped fists with the man and walked in the direction he pointed.

Several people followed one after another and stood separately in the small living room next to it, which was just a simple sofa and coffee table.

There are no pictures on the walls or furniture.

Either it was a temporary place to stay, or it had just moved here not long ago.

Pizza boxes and empty wine bottles were scattered everywhere, and the smell inside the apartment was really bad.

"mouse."

Rusek looked around: "About this Charlie, what do you know about him?"

"Not very good." The mouse blinked at him: "In this world now, who dares to say that they truly understand others."

"You are here to do business, as long as you make money."

"What you said makes sense." Rusek raised his thumb and said mockingly, "It's very helpful."

While the two were talking, footsteps sounded.