My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Walking into the back of the musical instrument store, loud hip-hop music hits you.

Four old black men were sitting on a small round table playing cards, with several thick piles of banknotes on the table.

Most of them cost five or twenty yuan, which is quite a big deal.

On the wall next to it, a surveillance monitor was showing the scene outside the house.

Ethan's radar was always on, and there were only a few people in the room. Although they all had pistols clearly visible on their belts, there was no one else around, which made him feel more at ease.

"Boss."

The man in the white T-shirt walked up to one of them, Lao Hei, who was wearing brown sunglasses: "This is my friend. He wants to talk to you about something."

"Who are you?" Brown sunglasses looked at Atwater while biting his cigar, then looked at his younger brother:

"Also, what the hell are you talking about?"

Atwater glared at his friend. It was obvious that this guy had not introduced anything at all.

"Hey, calm down." He pressed his hands down and said quickly: "I also grew up in Harvey. We all take different paths, but we are all neighbors."

"I came here this time to give you a way to make money."

"Really?" Brown Sunglasses stretched out his hand holding the cigar and slapped it hard on the table, causing a pile of cash to crackle: "Have you seen these things? I am rich, more than you can imagine. 's rich."

"Big man, why should I cooperate with you? Give me a reason."

There was at least more than 10,000 cash on the table.

He can get so much money just by playing cards. This brown sunglasses is right, he is indeed rich.

"Why do you need a reason?" Atwater responded quickly: "Is there anyone in this world who thinks they earn too much money?"

"Hahaha." Brown sunglasses pointed at Atwater with his cigar:

"You are an interesting person, tell me, I will listen."

"That's it." Atwater nodded casually: "These two white boys are my friends."

"They have strong channels within the school."

"In a month, two people combined can walk almost two hundred pounds of leaves."

Just as Atwater expected, the brown sunglasses really became interested. He took a few puffs of his cigar and asked in a deep voice:

"what do you want?"

"I don't think you're here to do charity, are you?"

"Of course not." Atwater crossed his arms and said, "Let me put it this way, these two people can help you sell goods in the future."

"I want information on a construction site theft."

"You make money, I make contributions, and everyone benefits."

"What the hell are you?" Brown sunglasses smashed the cigar into pieces, turned to look at the white T-shirt, and his face became gloomy.

"I just said it." Atwater quickly explained: "Everyone takes different paths. It doesn't matter, as long as everyone benefits."

Things didn't go as he expected, and he felt flustered.

The tone of his speech also became messy.

"roll."

Brown sunglasses waved impatiently: "I'm not a mouse, and I won't cooperate with the police."

"boom."

A silver police badge flew out from behind Atwater, spinning and landing on the table.

After wandering for a few times, it slowly stopped.

"Let me do it." Ethan patted Atwater on the shoulder and walked forward.

His method obviously no longer works.

I have no choice now but to try it myself.

"Please give in, thank you." Ethan walked to the opposite side of the brown sunglasses and stopped next to a peaked cap.

The peaked cap turned a deaf ear and looked at the playing cards in his hand.

"What I just said was very polite." Ethan said patiently, "I think you should be more polite too."

"Please step aside, thank you."

Feeling the coldness on his temples, the peaked hat obediently stood up and left.

Ethan pulled up the chair and sat down, placing the python revolver on the table: "We came here this time to learn about the theft at the construction site."

"so what?"

He was not afraid of the brown sunglasses. He looked at the police badge and pistol placed on the table, spread his hands and asked.

"So, you have to tell us everything you know." Ethan tapped the handle of the gun with his fingers and looked at the leader of the Erba Gang coldly.

"Why do I do this?"

Brown sunglasses smiled: "I really don't believe you dare to shoot. Tell me, what are my benefits?"

"There is no benefit." Ethan raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "There is no informant fee, no convenience for you, and I won't even give you a business card to plead for mercy."

"I'm just telling you what happened at the construction site."

He stretched out two fingers and bent one of them: "One person is dead. You may not care about this."

He bent another finger and said with a smile:

"This refers to one hundred pounds of explosives."

"If you don't tell us what happened, this hundred pounds of explosives will be on your head."

"Aren't you rich? Aren't you able to make money?"

"The territory of the Erba Gang will be focused on. All your ways of making money, whether it is barber shops for money laundering or street sales points, will be wiped out for you."

"Once you get out of this doorway, I'm going to call the SWAT team."

Ethan stretched out his hands and sorted the messy cash in the middle of the table into a pile.

"Hey~"

He grabbed the handful of money and made a flying motion: "When the time comes, just like this, all your little treasures will disappear."

A lot of cash, at least four to five thousand dollars.

As he spoke, the money really disappeared.

"Snapped."

Ethan clapped his empty hands, shrugged and said, "It's like magic, magical."

It's not amazing at all, and it's just plain lame.

Everyone present watched helplessly as he stuffed the cash into his pocket.

His movements were so skillful and natural, and there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.

The fingers of the brown sunglasses trembled and he exhaled softly.

They are just sitting ducks, and they can play whatever they want. As long as the matter is not serious, the police will generally ignore them.

But now, a hundred pounds of dynamite is involved.

He knew very well in his heart that what the other party said was not a lie. For these explosives, the Chicago police would definitely nail the 28 Gang to death.

Now is not the time to think about the benefits, but whether you can bear the disadvantages.

"Kevin Lardner."

After a short silence, brown sunglasses said expressionlessly: "The nickname is Red Man. He knew that the construction site was under my protection, so he came to me and gave me some benefits."

"He just said he wanted to steal something. I don't know about explosives or human lives."

The younger brothers next to him are all his confidants.

Therefore, the brown sunglasses did not avoid them and spoke openly.

Hearing his words, Ethan sneered.

This guy is quite despicable.

After collecting the protection fee for the construction site, he also used other people's money to let the red guy attack the construction site.

Eat both ends, smart enough.

"Address?" Ethan knocked on the table and continued to ask.

"Sorry." Brown sunglasses put his hands in front of him and said very bachelorly: "I don't know about this, he is not mine."

"You should know that I am telling the truth."

"Okay." Ethan nodded and twitched the corners of his mouth: "I will believe you just once."

"That's right." He patted the remaining cash on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "I have reason to suspect that your money is a sole proprietorship, but since you are so cooperative, I will treat it as nothing. See."

"I won't collect this money."

"What do you think, Mr. Sunglasses, I'm not a bad person."

She looked at his bulging pockets through brown sunglasses and gritted her teeth: "Yes, not bad, thank you very much."

"Then don't bother me."

Ethan put away his police badge and pistol and walked outside in a swaggering manner.

Although Rusek and Atwater were extremely confused, they still followed quickly and walked out of the musical instrument store together.

Back in the car, Ethan lit up a cigarette.

"Some people are like this." He looked at Atwater and slowly exhaled smoke: "These gang members, sometimes, have to cooperate."

"But sometimes, you have to treat them like dogs."

"If you dare to show your teeth, you will be knocked down with a stick."

"We need to be more flexible in how we deal with things, and the initiative cannot be lost."

"Got it." Not only Atwater, but also Rusek nodded quickly.

The education they received in police patrols and police academies was relatively rule-abiding, or rather upright.

Ethan's street operation just now was a shocking education.

In fact, Hank is the veteran, but he will not teach these things to two newcomers.

"correct."

Ethan bit his cigarette and reached into his pocket to take out the money.

I didn't even count it, but divided it into three parts according to the thickness.

“Take a stack for each person, and give it to those bastards to live happily, and I might as well give it to you to pay your rent.” Ethan sighed and said something they didn’t understand: “This can be regarded as taking from the people and using it for the people. "

Looking at the three wads of money placed on the cup holder, Rusek and Atwater looked at each other.

He was shocked, hesitant, and slightly moved.

I originally thought that Ethan would take him back to the police station to hand him over, but he didn't expect that he would split up directly here. The impact of his move was even greater than before.

"how?"

Ethan glanced at the two of them and said with a chuckle: "Do you think I'm a gangster?"

"no."

Atwater shook his head rapidly, followed closely by Rusek.

"I didn't do anything for him." Ethan put his head on their heads, each of them having a brainstorm: "I didn't threaten him to do anything."

"He wouldn't have any opinion on the matter either."

"It's clean and has no tricks. It's rare to see such a good thing. If you don't want it, I'll take it all."

After speaking, he reached out and grabbed the money.

"Swish."

Two hands, one black and one white, quickly grabbed the two wads of money.

Holding more than a thousand dollars in their hands, the two guys opened their mouths with excitement, especially Atwater, who showed his big white teeth.

"remember."

Ethan shook off the wad of money in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"You can't do this kind of thing. If you don't do it well, you will really become a bad police officer."

"Understand?"

The two men nodded quickly and stuffed the money into their pockets in unison.

After patting their beating hearts, Rusek and Atwater smiled and bumped fists, and the atmosphere in the car became cheerful.

Information about the red guy has been sent to Hank.

Back in the Chase Room, the few people who stayed in the office had already found out the relevant information.

"You came back just in time."

Hank held two photos in his hand and pointed to Erin next to him: "She just came back not long ago. Now let me tell you about the situation."

"Red guy."

He pasted a mug shot of a man in prison uniform on the whiteboard: "Wanted in New York, Indiana and Illinois."

"Suspected of murder, armed robbery and illegal trading."

"Illegal trading?" Ethan sat on Horsted's table and asked curiously: "Trading alone?"

"Forced selling of silver."

Hank took a photo and said in a deep voice: "He once escaped a rape charge."

"And this guy."

He posted the remaining photo on the whiteboard: "Charlie Price. According to reliable intelligence, Charlie is a member of the Red Man's team."

Seeing the people in the photo, Rusek and Horsted exchanged glances.

He took another map handed over by Erin, unfolded it to everyone, and then posted it: "Charlie will use the explosives stolen at the construction site to rob this jewelry store in North Lawndale."

Hank picked up a red marker and drew a circle on a building:

"The time they act is at night."

"Everyone, take a rest. We'll go take them down tonight."

Just as everyone was about to disperse, Hank clapped his hands again: "By the way, there is one more thing that you may already know."

"Jean needs to quit the intelligence team due to family changes."

"It's a pity, but it's true."

"I hope everyone will not be affected by this incident and focus on work."

Everyone in the intelligence room nodded silently.

Garage, technical room.

Gene stayed here alone for several hours, sometimes in a daze and sometimes busy.

No matter how much he delays, time will not stop flowing.

A large cardboard box was filled with various figures and game consoles, and all the data that needed to be handed over was stored in categories on his computer.

Even the table was wiped clean.

He looked around, picked up a ballpoint pen that fell on the ground, and placed it carefully in the pen holder.

He raised his head and stared upstairs for a while.

He picked up the carton, walked out of the technical room, and closed the glass door.

He did not go upstairs to say goodbye. He felt deeply sorry for what he had done to the intelligence team, and walked slowly to the rolling shutter door.

Pushing open the small door, a cold wind blew.

He trembled and walked quickly to the parking place. As soon as he turned the corner, his footsteps suddenly stopped and his nose felt sore.

Ethan, Erin, Rusek, etc., a whole bunch of people were standing next to his car.

"I won, give me the money quickly, I know he will sneak away alone."

Ethan stretched out his hand and said cheerfully: "I'm willing to admit defeat. Five dollars per person, no one can run away."

"Damn it, Gene."

Erin depressedly took out five dollars and patted it on Ethan's palm.

"That's right, don't we deserve a farewell?" Rusek reluctantly took out a piece of cash.

"bring it on."

Olinsky took out five dollars, opened his arms, and hugged Gene: "Be strong, nothing is impossible."

"Thank you, I know."

The cardboard box in Gene's hand fell to the ground, and he nodded excitedly.

Horsted and Atwater also walked over after handing over their bets.

First he smiled at Jean, and then hugged him tightly.

"You guys."

Seeing them like this, Ethan smiled and shook his head.

After putting the money away, he quickly walked over and hugged everyone, while snowflakes fell little by little.

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