My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan's palm fell, and Mike, who had the big gold chain, sat down softly.

Cold sweat broke out on Mike's forehead, his thick lips turned up, and he grinned like a fool.

"You are hard, you are hard."

He smiled and nodded: "We are all civilized people and we should solve problems in a civilized way."

"Don't worry, I told you everything."

"Then come on." Seeing how polite he was, Ethan said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it for him: "Is there anything we don't know?"

"There were two drug addicts sniffing glue next to the trash can." Mike said while chewing a cigarette: "At that time, they saw a van leaving the back alley of Teisel's house, and they also saw the guy driving the car, who was Salvador people."

"Suck glue?" Ethan was confused.

"You know." Mike puffed out smoke and quickly explained: "It's super glue. Those homeless people who don't have money to buy unique products can only use these things to satisfy their cravings."

"As long as it can make their brains dizzy, gasoline, paint, spray paint are all things that can be smoked."

Hank clasped his fingers on the iron net and asked in a deep voice:

"Then how do you know that what these two homeless people said is accurate?"

"We don't have that many rules." Mike raised the handcuffs and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Let's put it this way, we have a way to keep those two people awake."

Needless to say, it must also be violent means.

Ethan was too lazy to understand that and asked directly:

"License plate number, vehicle characteristics?"

Mike also told the license plate number information very simply, along with the vehicle model and specific characteristics.

He could see the people in front of him clearly.

If you don't tell the truth, you will definitely suffer physical pain.

As the leader of a gang, he also knows that some cops can be fooled, but some cops still have to cooperate honestly.

"If I'm not mistaken."

Ethan slapped him on the head and asked in a deep voice: "You guys from the gang are all looking for Salvadorans."

"Everyone is a player, and I'm not afraid to tell you."

Mike flicked the ash from his cigarette and said with a shrug: "The order has been issued. As long as someone is found, it will be a gun battle."

"If Salvadorans want to grab food, they have to pay with their lives."

The fight on the road is so bloody.

The territory in their hands was fought tooth and nail to win back, so naturally they would not give it away.

However, Ethan is not optimistic about them. Lao Hei looks like he is arrogant and angry at everyone, but compared to the ruthlessness, they are really not as good as many ethnic groups.

Not to mention the Salvadorans, even a wave of old Mo can play them to death.

However, for reasons of stability, the Chicago police have now decided to go astray. This is their only advantage.

"Let's go."

Ethan grabbed his shoulders: "The temporary detention room is waiting for you. I hope those people inside won't like your ass."

"Wait." Mike greedily took two puffs on the cigarette butt before reluctantly throwing it away:

"It's always me who blasts others, so it's not my turn for others to blast me."

"Uh-huh."

Ethan held the hand holding his clothes and let go instantly.

"Please." Mike forced a smile and said:

"I don't have that interest, it's just a metaphor."

"Let's go." Ethan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and pointed to the outside of the cage with his hand, showing no interest in touching him.

Just as Mike walked out of the cage, Director Perry walked in from the side door.

Olinsky took the initiative to grab Mike and take him out.

"How about it?"

After the two people left, Perry immediately wiped his forehead: "Please, please give me some good news."

Three people, standing in a triangle.

Ethan told Perry everything he had just learned.

After the words fell, the three of them picked up cigarettes and puffed away, the scarlet cigarette butts flickering on and off.

"Is it true?"

Perry is overwhelmed now and just wants to resolve the matter quickly.

"boom."

The bent steel bar next to it was kicked into the corner by Ethan and hit the wall.

"I can only tell you." He sniffed and looked at Perry:

"I'm sure he doesn't dare to tell lies."

"Okay." Perry looked at the steel bar and nodded slowly: "I will now notify the night patrol to intensify the search for this car."

"As for other things." He scratched his head and said:

"Let's all go back and rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

If the commotion continues like this, let alone the pressure from the top, he won't be able to bear the internal pressure alone.

Being the director doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, and the emotions of the people below you need to be taken care of.

The captured people were packed into the temporary detention warehouse. A large group of off-duty patrol officers complained and left the police station. The chaotic situation in the 21st Precinct slowly subsided.

Ethan waited until Burgess went out, and the two returned to the apartment one after another.

By this time, it was already past two in the morning.

Although Ethan is still full of energy, Burgess is already very sleepy.

After the two simply washed up, they lifted the quilt and fell asleep.

The next morning, Burgess finally woke up under Ethan's repeated calls.

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing sounded that she gritted her teeth and got up.

She only rested for a few hours, and it was another long shift today. Just thinking about it made her feel collapsed.

He washed up quickly, bit into a piece of cold bread and rushed out of the house.

Within the limited time, I finally arrived at the police station in time and successfully clocked in for work.

Not only her, but everyone who came here this morning had dark circles under their eyes. Everyone had a cup of coffee in their hands and was pouring it into their stomachs desperately.

"Sheriff, please."

She laid her hands on the reception desk and said feebly: "Please give me a better partner today. I feel seriously lacking in energy."

"By the way, there's also a nice car."

"What's wrong?" Pratt looked around and asked curiously in a low voice: "Is Detective Morgan that strong?"

The alarm bell rang, and Burgess stood up straight in an instant:

"Sheriff?"

Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "I don't understand what you mean."

"Forget it." Platt waved his hand and said as if he had come before: "I won't expose you, but Detective Morgan's appearance shouldn't be much different. I seriously doubt that you can't deal with him."

"Key, thank you."

Burgess blushed. She really didn't want to discuss this topic and immediately stretched out her slender palm.

"This is a new car." Pratt took off his glasses and walked to the side.

She picked a car key on the wooden board on the wall, took it off, and put it in Burgess's hand: "Be careful. If you break it, I'll take care of you."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Burgess grabbed the key excitedly, and the patrol car that was scheduled every day was like opening a blind box.

If you're not lucky, the vehicle you're assigned can make you miserable.

Maybe the person caught the day before would vomit or become incontinent in the car, and the smell wouldn't go away for a few days. Really anything could happen.