My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Outside the police station, a truck was parked on the roadside.

The large Ferrari LOGO was spray-painted on the carriage, and the patrol police passing by cast curious glances from time to time.

Along with the staff member, there were two other people waiting outside.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan patted Red Hat's shoulder: "This was a misunderstanding. I thought you were a liar just now."

"It doesn't matter."

The red hat didn't dare to show his expression and waved his hand quickly.

To be honest, he was more curious than Ethan. He didn't expect that someone who could afford the beast in his car would actually work in the police station.

When he received the delivery address, he wondered if he had made a mistake.

Ethan had a high probability of guessing who gave him the car, and calmly walked to the back of the truck.

With the work of two other people, the tailgate of the car was opened.

A flash of bright red appeared in everyone's field of vision.

When he saw the beast, Rusek took a breath, rubbed his eyes, and said in disbelief:

"Rafa!!!"

"That's right." The Ferrari staff member looked proud: "LaFerrari was only unveiled to the public last year. It is the pearl of super sports cars, with a limited production of 499 units and a US quota of 120 units."

"The selling price alone for this baby is US$1.4 million, and Ferrari also needs to screen the buyer's qualifications."

While talking, the staff member looked at Ethan from time to time.

During the time he was out, he had already helped Ethan figure out a lot of identities.

Ethan looked at the license plate on the Ferrari to confirm who gave it to him.

The number plate is very simple, 89T.

The other party was also born in 1989. A simple T is used to declare sovereignty.

This guy gave himself such a surprise without saying a word. I have to say that this is the most expensive gift he has ever received.

With her ability, buying a car like this is really not a problem.

"Mr. Morgan."

Red Hat stretched out his tablet and said respectfully: "Please sign the documents, and I will take you to test the car later."

Driving this kind of super sports car requires some simple training.

Otherwise, you won't be able to drive even if you drive.

The number plates have been put on and all the procedures must have been completed.

Ethan swiped his finger and signed each name, officially naming the supercar under his name.

Red Hat climbed into the truck bed, lowered the ramp, and then got into Rafa.

"boom."

As soon as the vehicle started, the red monster made an angry grunting sound.

Hearing this voice, Rusek's head felt numb. He took out his mobile phone and took pictures with trembling fingers.

Ethan held a cigarette in his mouth and watched the vehicle move slowly and bit by bit.

The red hat couldn't help but accidentally scratch it, which would be a huge loss to him. After some troubles, the vehicle finally stopped on the road.

The body of this supercar is very low, and the red and black color scheme is quite classic.

The two long rearview mirrors stick out, looking a little happy.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

There was an exclamation next to him, Ethan turned around, and Atwater covered his mouth, his eyes widening.

Erin and Olinsky also came over in shock.

"Fakeyu." Irene punched Ethan hard: "Did you buy this?"

"$1.4 million, baby." Rusek said excitedly, waving his phone, "This monster is worth at least $1.4 million."

"Shet."

Olinsky wanted to pat the car, but was so frightened that he quickly took his hand back.

"Please."

Ethan bit his cigarette and spread his hands helplessly.

"I couldn't help it." Rusek smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed: "Sorry, sorry, I really couldn't help but inform them."

Not only that, the surrounding patrol police also came over one after another.

The phone buzzed.

"Bang." Ethan slapped his forehead hard. It was over. In less than five minutes, the news would have spread throughout the Chicago police system. There was a rich detective in the 21st Precinct.

He just hoped that the police union would not target him, but he knew that was unlikely.

He seemed to hear the card inviting him to the charity dinner being filled out in a hurry.

The little cutie in my pocket is about to fly away with a huff.

"Mr. Morgan." Red Hat got out of the car and waved his palm: "Please get in the car, and I will tell you about the situation of the vehicle."

He was used to the reaction of the crowd.

Since Rafa was released last year, he can enjoy this kind of attention no matter where he goes.

As of now, there is no point even thinking about it.

Ethan chewed his cigarette and strode towards this rather sharp-looking supercar.

The doors spread upward like wings.

After struggling to sit in, the whole person feels like sitting on the ground.

The steering wheel is also very distinctive, a bit square, with a yellow circle in the middle, and the silhouette of a horse prancing on it.

Under the guidance of Red Hat, Ethan flicked off the cigarette butt and quickly started the vehicle.

"boom."

The V12 engine starts working, and a circle of sound waves vibrates outward.

The next moment, a red phantom drove quickly forward, which made Rusek feel relaxed and happy.

This was his first time using it, but Ethan didn't feel any restraint. He accelerated and turned freely, getting familiar with this big toy.

Red Hat was a little surprised, he had done handovers many times.

Many new car owners drive cautiously, but it is rare to see such wild and wild ones.

He calmed down and quickly explained the various functions and operating techniques of the vehicle.

Rafa spun around and stopped in front of the police station.

Red Hat got out of the car happily with the generous tips from three people.

"It's my turn."

Eileen took the lead and flew into the car.

Rusek jumped up in anger behind him and looked at Eileen resentfully. If he had known better, he would not have asked her to come down.

This is Rafa, this is the King of Horses!

"Uh-huh."

A bunch of keys flew out of the car window and landed in Rusek's hand.

"Drive my Interceptor back to Hyde Park." Ethan leaned over and said, "I'll wait for you at home."

"In exchange, I'll let you take photos in the car later."

"Let me do it." Upon hearing this, Atwater stretched out his hand to grab the key, but Rusek dodged it. He excitedly ran towards where Ethan parked his car: "Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

This car won't stop here on its own.

It's too eye-catching, and it's not good to be scratched or rubbed. It's not that I feel sorry for the money, but it's mainly trouble.

Ethan's first reaction was to drive the car back and leave it alone.

The Ferrari drove forward slowly under his driving. Erin put on her seat belt, quickly took out her mobile phone, and started taking selfies like crazy.

Not long after driving out, it attracted admiring glances from passers-by.

Many cars on the road even lowered their windows to take pictures of this newly launched beast.

Just then, an empty road appeared ahead.

Ethan stepped on the accelerator hard, and the red beast roared and galloped forward like a bolt of lightning.

The roar of the engine sent Erin's adrenaline racing.

"ah!!!"

She let out a high-pitched scream, and the place where she was restrained by the seat belt kept shaking along with the vehicle.

"Swish swish."

The supercar quickly shuttled left and right, leaving cars behind.

Sitting in the car, very low.

The feeling of being close to the ground brought an even stronger sense of speed. Erin's legs were tightly clamped together and she cheered loudly.

After some distance, the speed of the car slowed down.

Eileen beat her chest excitedly, turned her head and looked over: "You suddenly drove so fast just now, did you do it on purpose?"

"That's right."

Ethan did not deny it and responded with raised eyebrows.

With this operation, he had satisfied his addiction to super running and wanted to scare Irene. He didn't expect that this guy was more fun than him.

"You are bad."

Erin punched Ethan and laughed, "But I like it very much."

Few people can resist the charm of speed and passion, and she is no exception.

The car soon returned to Hyde Park. Ethan opened the garage and parked it slowly, right next to the black Dodge Challenger.

A red high-tech supercar and a black retro muscle car.

The two cars were parked together, but they were unusually coordinated.

The two of them lifted the car door, got out of the car, but did not close the door in a hurry. Ethan also took a few photos of the car and sent them to Taylor: "Don't tell me, this is not what you did!"

"Hahaha, did you receive it?"

Taylor responded very quickly, with several laughing emoticons in the message: "This is a gift for you, do you like it?"

"Who do you think I am!"

Ethan moved his fingers quickly: "You don't even say hello, do you think I will covet your money?"

"Use money to buy my happiness?"

"No." Taylor was obviously panicked. She quickly sent a series of tearful emoticons: "I didn't mean that. I'm sorry, please don't misunderstand."

"I just thought the car was pretty and thought you might like it."

"I didn't misunderstand." Ethan chuckled and continued to reply: "Please increase your efforts on this kind of thing next time."

"It's better to take you with me, that's the real gift."

"With money and your sexy body, I think I will like you even more."

"Click."

He grinned his white teeth, took a photo of himself and Ferrari, and sent it to Taylor.

The other person also quickly sent a photo. Taylor's mouth was bulging, looking annoyed, but her eyes were full of smiles. Looking at the background, she was in the dressing room and seemed to be busy with something.

"I'm going to rehearse, so enjoy it."

Taylor sent a few more bayonets and threatened: "You are not allowed to drive to strike up a conversation, or I will kill you."

Ethan put away his phone and looked at the excited Erin.

He scratched his chin. It seemed, maybe, maybe, that this wasn't a chat.

Rusek was soon driving the Ford Interceptor to Hyde Park, and not only him, but Atwater and Horsted were also jumping out of the car.

Ethan was stunned for a moment, did this count as skipping work collectively?

After waiting for more than ten minutes, they were finally willing to leave, and the five of them returned to the police station in a car.

The others happily went upstairs, but Ethan was stopped by the enthusiastic policewomen.

Some asked how to get to the toilet and how to get to the parking lot.

These are reserved, and those that are open, just unbutton the top few buttons, and the scenery is not only looming, it is simply a welcome, and the limbs are rubbed, allowing him to feast his eyes and suffer at the same time.

Dinner appointments, travel appointments, there are so many ways to do it.

He was already handsome, and now he had a supercar, which made him shine in the eyes of the policewomen.

"I'm sorry." After getting rid of a graceful policewoman, Ethan wiped his sweat and asked, "Why don't I usually realize that there are so many policewomen in the 21st Precinct?"

"Don't worry, this is only a small part."

Pratt looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "The pretty policewomen from other branches are all looking for excuses to come here."

"25 years old, detective."

"He's handsome and drives a Ferrari worth over one million yuan."

"Congratulations, you have become the most outstanding golden bachelor in the Chicago Police Department."

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, turned around and walked upstairs.

With this iron gate blocking it, these warblers and swallows can't fly up.

Before I even walked into the main room, I received another text message on my phone:

"Ferrari, more than one million!!!"

"I'll take you for a ride when I have time." Ethan replied to Burgess calmly.

"OK!"

The other person quickly replied with a happy expression.

Well, this can’t be considered a pick-up.

Already got it, doesn’t count, doesn’t count.

Ethan put away his phone and walked quickly to the main room. Several people inside were busy posting the photos they took to social platforms. They watched the number of fans increase and laughed from ear to ear.

"Dong dong."

Ethan knocked on the table, took out a dozen notes from his pocket and threw them on Atwater's desk:

"These are girls. If you need them, just get them."

"Can I borrow a car?"

Atwater looked at the note and rubbed his hands, looking at Ethan with bright eyes.

Not just him, everyone else also looked over in unison.

"cannot!"

Ethan spoke calmly, interrupting their thoughts.

"All right."

Atwater waved his hand helplessly and swept the notes into the trash can.

Everyone is smart and knows what these women are here for.

"Ethan." At this time, Hank opened the office door and walked out quickly: "Let's go meet an informant."

It was okay just now, just let these people make trouble.

Now that you have something to do, it’s time to get moving.

"who is it?"

Ethan asked curiously as the two of them walked downstairs together.

"Teisel."

Hank said in a deep voice: "You should remember this person, right?"

Of course, I have the impression that Tessel was the leader of a small black gang. At that time, Hank wanted to pull a young black man out of the gang and negotiate with him.

As a result, he refused, and Ethan and others kidnapped him and gave him a good meal.

To this day, they are still collecting protection money from Teisel.

The two of them drove towards the North District, one behind the other. Looking at the route, they were heading towards Lake Michigan.

Half an hour later, Hank's Range Rover turned into a wasteland.

His Cadillac had been beaten to pieces last night, and now it was replaced by a big one.

The vehicle swayed and slowly came to the shore of the lake.

Looking at a red Mustang in front of them, both of them slowly stopped the vehicle.

On the lake embankment, an old black man wearing a blue hat was pacing back and forth, pulling the leaves in his hands vigorously.

The big gold medal on the chest swayed and shone in the sunlight.

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