My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Burgess felt much better after getting the new car.

She swung the car keys and asked happily: "Who is my partner today?"

"Peterson."

Platt shouted to the side, "You're paired with Burgess until your partner comes back."

Not far away, stood a white male patrolman with short blond hair.

Hearing Pratt's words, he turned around quickly, his eyes clear and looking very wise.

"Have a nice day." Platt winked at Burgess and said with a smile, "I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

"No." Burgess's face suddenly fell, and he was about to say something.

At this time, the male patrolman named Peterson came over, and she had no choice but to shut her mouth and walk outside dejectedly.

Peterson is notoriously difficult among patrol officers, not because of his temper, but because of his character. His character is very dull, and he seems very nervous no matter what he does.

"Remember," Platt shouted to Burgess:

"Today's priority inspection is to check the information that the intelligence team asked about last night. The Ford gray van has a scratch on the tailgate."

Burgess waved and strode out of the police station.

Get in the car and turn on the trip computer.

Not surprisingly, Hector's information ranked at the top.

What Pratt said just now is also marked with a focus mark.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Burgess looked at his temporary partner and spread his hands.

This guy pulled the seat belt as soon as he got into the car, tied himself tightly, and put his palm on the handle of the gun, looking like he was ready.

Looking at him like this made Burgess feel bad.

"I also can."

Peterson forced a smile: "It's up to you."

Tense emotions and concise language are his consistent style.

"Huh~"

Burgess sighed softly, started the Ford Taurus and drove towards the assigned patrol area.

As usual, I drove the car and wandered slowly for half an hour.

Turning a corner, Burgess's eyes were fixed.

A gray Ford van came into her sight. The vehicle flashed away and drove into a wasteland next to it.

Although the time was short, she still saw something very clearly.

Under the butt of the car, there was a scratch mark half a meter long.

"Call the main station." Burgess quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "The suspected target vehicle was found near Harrison Park."

"Copy that." The voice on the other side of the intercom sounded:

"I'm notifying the intelligence team now, please follow the target closely and don't lose it."

"Got it," Burgess replied, letting go of the walkie-talkie.

She was very familiar with this place because of her frequent patrols. The place where the van drove in was a mess of unfinished buildings.

Four or five tall apartment buildings are scattered among them.

It's winter now. Let alone normal people, even homeless people rarely hang out in these places.

There was definitely something wrong with that car just now.

New partner Peterson heard the call between Burgess and the main station and immediately asked nervously: "What should we do now?"

"Can't follow."

Burgess quickly made up his mind: "At least not the vehicle."

The order received now is to follow the target closely.

They had to keep up with each other's movements, but driving was not possible. She knew the environment inside very well. If those people were really hiding inside, the movement of the car would easily alert the other party.

She turned the wheel and parked the patrol car on the corner.

"Call the main station."

Burgess pressed the intercom: "Hiking tracking now."

"Let's go." She let go of the walkie-talkie and beckoned Peterson to walk inside.

These unfinished buildings have only built the general framework.

There is no interior decoration at all.

The doorframes and corridors were bare, and the strong wind blew and whistled, making it especially scary at night.

Even people who like outdoor sports would not choose this place.

In the open space outside, weeds were overgrown, some even growing more than one meter high, and birds danced on the trees from time to time.

"squeak."

There was a sound of movement.

Several mice scurried out of the corner.

Then, footsteps sounded.

Burgess stepped carefully through the snow, following the ruts, while Peterson followed behind her, shrinking.

Both of them held the Glock in their hands and looked towards the upstairs next to them.

There are four or five apartment buildings, all seven or eight stories high.

Just by observing with the naked eye, nothing unusual was found.

This place is only about twenty meters away from the street outside, but it is a scene of doomsday ruins, with bare windows everywhere.

Burgess swallowed and gripped the pistol tightly.

The tracks of the wheels disappeared into a shop on the first floor of an apartment building in front. It seemed that the Salvadorans must be hiding in these places.

"Stop."

As he approached the apartment building, Burgess raised his arm and said, "We need to wait for backup now."

"But don't we need to go in and observe the situation?" Peterson objected: "What if these people left from another place?"

"It's because I don't know what's going on inside." Burgess looked at him and said seriously:

"That's why we can't go in."

"There are only two of us. I told you to stay and wait for support."

"Okay." Peterson nodded reluctantly and crouched behind a bush with Burgess.

Burgess is a woman and new to the job only a few months ago.

To be honest, Peterson is a little dissatisfied with her now taking the dominant position.

While the two people were observing secretly, there was an engine sound.

Burgess beamed at the sound.

But when she saw the approaching vehicle, her expression quickly darkened.

Three vans appeared one after another.

"Wow."

The carriage door is opened from the inside.

Black, white, and brown people wearing flowered headscarves jumped out of several vans.

At a glance, there were at least fifteen people.

They all held guns and machetes on their waists, looking menacing.

The various ethnic groups are clearly divided, but they also show a cooperative attitude.

"Shet."

Burgess quickly reached over his shoulder and pressed the intercom: "Call the main station, something is not right at the scene. A large number of gang members arrived, suspected of coming for revenge."

"The intelligence team has passed."

A voice from the reception desk said: "We should be there in less than a minute."

The intercom was turned down so Burgess had to put his ear to it to hear clearly.

"You don't understand, there are a lot of people."

She lowered her voice and said hastily: "More than a dozen, all armed."

"Emergency backup needed, SWAT team needed."

While she was speaking, the group of people who came over quickly dispersed.

They brandished their firearms and rushed up the two stairs of the apartment building. There were so many people and their footsteps were loud.