My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Burgess's face was red and white, and his hands were tightly clasping the bulletproof vest.

"It's just a job."

The bald police officer did not stop complaining and continued to curse at Burgess: "If there is any dangerous matter, just leave it to plainclothes. I really want to go home safely from get off work tonight."

"Next time if you do this again, I'll sue you."

"Hey!"

Ethan licked his lips and roared: "You bastard, are you receiving this salary so that you can eat more donuts?"

This reprimand attracted the attention of all police officers on the scene.

"What do you mean by leaving dangerous things to plainclothes?" Ethan strode up to him, pointed at his nose and cursed: "What's your police number? You don't need to complain to Burgess. I'm going to complain to you."

"It's your misfortune to have this badge on you."

"If you weren't wearing this uniform, I would slap you right now."

Ethan reached out and pinched Burgess’ face:

"Look at her."

"Don't look away, I specifically told you to look at her."

The bald police officer's face turned red, and his aura was completely suppressed by Ethan. He could only look at Burgess obediently.

"This is blood, almost her blood."

Ethan shouted sternly: "Your partner was fighting desperately in front and almost died."

"And you, hiding in the back like a damn little girl, so scared that you wet your pants, and now you're scolding her for your inaction."

He let go of Burgess, pointed at the pot-bellied patrolman and cursed:

"Why don't you take off your uniform and go home and f**k yourself? It'll keep your pathetic life alive a little longer."

If a patrol officer is scolded by a plainclothes officer for no reason, other patrol officers will definitely stand up and support him.

But under Ethan's shouting and scolding, everyone present knew what happened, and immediately cast disdainful glances at the bald policeman.

Everyone can be afraid, it’s human nature.

They also slowed down just now. There is nothing to say about this.

But if he is timid and blames his colleagues for standing up, no matter what he says, he will be looked down upon.

Especially the sentence about letting plainclothes do it if it's dangerous. I just thought about it, but I said it blatantly and let others hear it.

Now he deserves to be pointed at and scolded by plainclothes.

"okay."

Erin quickly stepped forward, grabbed Ethan's arm and dragged him aside: "Stop talking, we have to go back to the slaughterhouse."

"I'm Ethan Morgan."

Ethan finally pointed at the bald policeman and said harshly: "If you don't accept it, let's try it out sometime. If you keep breaking a few bones, you'll be considered lucky."

"Boom~"

The gray Dodge roared and led the red man away quickly.

Burgess looked at the leaving vehicle and wiped his face vigorously. The blood spread and his face turned light red.

"Ethan Morgan."

The bald police officer finally came back to his senses, and his body couldn't help but trembled: "Is he Ethan Morgan from the intelligence team?"

"That's right."

Burgess looked at his partner, gritted his teeth and said, "You just told me so much, I just want to say one thing to you."

She raised her middle finger fiercely and said firmly:

"Fakeyu!"

The place just now was left to the patrol police.

They took the red man and quickly returned to the factory next to the slaughterhouse, where police lights were also flashing and five or six patrol cars and ambulances were parked.

The bomb squad has also arrived at the scene and is disposing of the explosives left here.

Small carts were pulled out one by one by people wearing explosion-proof suits, and they were carefully loaded onto the carts. Several people were lying on the ground beside the street.

"Well done."

Seeing the red guy being pulled out of the car by Erin, Hank reached out and fist-bumped Ethan: "Is everything okay over there?"

"There is another person who is dead."

As Ethan spoke, there was uncontrollable murderous intent.

It had only been a while, but he had taken away a few more lives, but he had already thought about it. This was what he did, it was no big deal, it was just a matter of throwing a few more parties.

Kill people, dance.

As long as we put it all together, there won't be any problems.

"I don't know if we have good luck or bad luck." Hank patted his arm and said helplessly: "That bastard, Red Man, just happened to have an appointment with a bunch of gun dealers here tonight."

"No way?"

Ethan spread his hands, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"That's right." Hank nodded and walked inside: "When we came over, they were trading inside."

All hazardous materials in the factory have been cleared.

A small truck was parked in the middle, with two bodies lying next to it.

"The red guy killed someone." Hank shrugged and said, "He took another person to escape. The gunmen above saw him escaping and quickly surrendered."

Olinsky and the others gathered around the pickup truck.

"Hey, look at this guy."

Rusek struggled to carry an M249 out of the carriage. He grinned and said, "Fortunately they didn't use this thing just now."

"yes!"

Seeing the machine gun, everyone swallowed their saliva and nodded heavily.

Ethan even raised his eyebrows. He had used this thing when he was in New York. If the gunman inside had used this thing just now, apart from other things, not many people here would have survived.

After finishing handling the scene, the group dragged their tired bodies back to the police station.

The others went upstairs, with Ethan at the end.

He walked to the reception desk and looked left and right: "Where's Burgess, is she back?"

"came back."

Platt put down the pen in his hand and handed him a chocolate: "But you know, she was almost shot, so I asked her to go back and rest early."

"Thanks."

Ethan took the chocolate, tore open the plastic wrapper and threw it into his mouth.

The receptionist sergeant always treated the patrol officers with a bad look, and would tease them from time to time.

In fact, she cares about her subordinates very much and is considered a kind-hearted person.

"correct."

Ethan slowly chewed the slightly bitter chocolate and stared at Pratt: "Something happened just now, and I think you need to know."

A gentleman does not seek revenge overnight. If he says he wants to complain, he will complain immediately.

"Needless to say." Pratt waved his hand and sighed: "I received the news half an hour ago. Unfortunately, there are such dawdling police officers everywhere."

"Is there nothing you can do?" Ethan frowned.

"What did you think I was doing just now?"

Platt picked up the writing board placed on the reception desk and said with a smile: "This is a transfer report. The 21st Precinct does not need such a person."

"good."

Ethan smiled and high-fived her: "This is the Pratt I know."

"Whether the patrol is chaotic or not depends entirely on you."

Putting on a tall hat, Pratt smiled from ear to ear.

Thanks to Brother Hanjiangyu for the reward and support, thank you!