My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"White people."

Hank said silently, and then stepped forward to take a closer look:

"Without any tattoos, he doesn't look like a Salvadoran."

He turned back and looked at everyone: "Where is the license plate number? Is there any identifiable information?"

"Fake."

Erin raised her hand and replied in a muffled voice.

In the main room, it became quiet again.

Now, due to the death of two of our own people, this case has been given full responsibility to the intelligence team, and everyone looked solemn.

The only good news now is that the other two patrol officers have successfully rescued him.

"well!"

Olinsky sighed and looked at his watch: "If those people move fast enough, maybe Hector is no longer in Chicago."

"He came here to grab business. If he really wanted to run away, he would definitely be very fast."

"No matter where he goes." Hank crossed his arms and said in a hoarse voice: "As long as he is still in this country, we will find Hector and kill him without any hesitation."

Ethan picked up the cup and walked into the tea room alone.

He got a cup of coffee and took a sip carefully. His face became distorted on the stainless steel panel of the coffee machine.

A black rubber ring is also pinned on the silver police badge.

Every time a police officer dies, this thing must be carried on the police badge to express both condolences and determination to take revenge.

"bump."

The light blue ceramic cup was placed on the tea table with a muffled sound.

Ethan took out his cell phone and walked out to the balcony.

"Dududu."

"Crack!"

A small flame sprang up in the dark night, illuminating his face.

"hello."

The call was quickly connected, and a slightly teasing voice sounded from the other side: "Detective Morgan, good evening!"

"Please."

Ethan put his legs on the chair opposite: "Do you want me to call you Officer Kelly?"

"Hahaha." Siobhan smiled happily:

"I don't mind. How was your day?"

"It's very bad." Ethan flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said helplessly, "I'm still working overtime now."

"It's indeed very bad for you." Siobhan knew that he didn't like working overtime, so he continued to smile: "But that's how you are in a big city, isn't it?"

Judging from the sound, she should be preparing dinner.

The two of them would make phone calls every now and then, and Siobhan knew his current situation.

After chatting for a while, Ethan made clear his purpose:

"Has anything interesting happened in Banshee Town recently?"

"No." Siobhan said calmly on the phone: "It's not like you haven't been here before. The police station is very busy every day. What interesting things can happen?"

"To be honest, it's been a lot calmer here since you and Hood left."

"I don't mean the police station." Ethan took out the business card in his pocket, played with it and asked, "Is there anything new in town?"

"There are one or two things." Siobhan was quiet for two seconds and continued: "There is a place that you used to like to go to. It reopened a month ago."

"Guess where it is?"

"Sava!" Ethan looked at the business card in his hand and read out the name on it.

"Haha, you damn man."

Siobhan complained about him and continued to talk about the situation at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club.

It turns out that just three months ago, the original site of the Sava Gentlemen's Club, which had been transferred, was suddenly covered with dust sheets and renovated.

After two months, the decoration was completed.

The new Savoy Gentlemen's Club was re-listed and attracted visitors from several nearby counties and cities.

Many of them came from New York and Philadelphia to experience it.

"cough."

Seeing that she was getting more biased, Ethan interrupted her: "Who is the boss?"

"Rebecca Bowman." Siobhan sighed: "Besides her, no one else will continue to use this name, right?"

"Just today, I saw her, and Rebecca took over all of Proctor's original business and continued to do the same things as before, and the business was getting bigger and bigger."

"She even bought the Myers restaurant across from our police station."

"You will never guess, what name has it been changed to now?"

"Proctor?" Ethan's mouth twitched and he replied to her in a muffled voice.

"That's right." Siobhan said with a bit of toothache: "It's called Proctor's Restaurant. It's located opposite our police station. Damn it, this is a provocation."

"But there's nothing you can do about it, this is a world for rich people."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Ethan took a deep breath of cigarette and scratched his hair.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Siobhan sighed and cheered up again: "You probably won't be interested in these things, so I didn't mention them to you."

"However, we suspect that Rebecca was doing the same thing as Proctor before, but we just don't have any evidence."

After Ethan chatted with her for a few more words, he hung up the phone.

He hesitated for a while and then made up his mind.

In the Chase Room, several people frowned and were still analyzing the only clues at hand, but they all knew that there was a great possibility that Hector was no longer in Chicago.

"Let's talk?"

Ethan pointed to Hank's office.

Hank nodded, stood up from the table, and walked quickly into the office.

When Ethan closed the door, he immediately asked: "Have you discovered anything new?"

"How do you know?" Ethan pulled out his chair, sat down, and continued to light a cigarette.

"Please." Hank spread his hands and said:

"You're almost saying it right on your face. Is there something we don't know?"

"I know that driver."

Ethan raised his eyelids and said lightly.

"What?"

Hank shouted in shock, and the cigarette he just took out fell to the ground.

When he noticed the eyes of people outside, he quickly stood up, walked quickly to the blinds, and closed the fan blades with a straight face.

Returning to his seat, Hank picked up the cigarette that fell on the floor.

He blew away the dust, bit the filter nervously, lit it with a lighter, and took a few puffs.

"This matter is very troublesome."

Hank hesitated for a while and looked at Ethan through the smoke: "How is your relationship?"

Ethan saw all his reaction.

While being moved, I was also secretly laughing.

"I said, I know him." Ethan puffed out smoke: "I didn't say that I was friends with that person."

"Asshole." Hank glared at him and felt relieved: "What kind of person is that? How are we going to find him?"

"A person not to be trifled with." Ethan narrowed his eyes and said slowly:

"But I'm friends with his boss."

"It was the Mrs. Bowman that Teisel was talking about. I didn't expect it at the time. I didn't know it was her until I saw her men today."

Hank's expression suddenly froze. Isn't this even more nonsense than before?

And it seems that the driver is not easy to make Ethan say "not to mess with".

He frowned and played with the cigarette in his hand:

"The reason why things have become so big now is entirely because of Hector."

"To be honest, as long as your friend did not directly instigate the things Hector did, there is nothing we can do against her."

Hank's words made it very clear.

Now they just want Hector and the Chicago Police Department to get his beaten face back. As for other things, they don't care.

There are so many dealers, big and small, in Chicago, and there is no shortage of Mrs. Bowman.

"Let's see if we can contact your friends."

Hank looked at Ethan and continued: "Ask her to hand over Hector. I know this must be difficult, but can you give it a try?"

Even if they are friends, it is not easy to ask others to hand over their subordinates.

But in this situation, the Chicago Police Department must do something.

If Ethan hadn't taken the initiative to tell this matter, and if Hector had fled Chicago, then this matter would have been a national wanted list and hung high.

But the ones who died were people from the 21st Precinct.

Although he was embarrassed, Hank hesitated for a while and still made a request to Ethan.

"She is in Banshee Town." Ethan naturally understood what he meant, and shrugged helplessly: "Unfortunately, I don't have her phone number either."

"My idea is this, let's hunt down Hector in our own way first."

"If that doesn't work, I'll go back again and find a way to get my friend to reveal Hector's whereabouts."

"I think it's feasible."

Hank nodded and put out the cigarette butt.

Two days later, Pennsylvania.

At the exit of the airport, a group of women who came to pick them up stood up and combed their hair neatly.

A tall, handsome man wearing sunglasses, with one hand in his pocket, Shi Shiran walked out, and the strong male hormone attraction could be felt from a distance.

"Ethan, wait for me."

Shouts rang out, and a young man with short yellow hair also ran out excitedly.

"hurry up."

Ethan turned around helplessly and put his hands on his waist: "We are not traveling, why do we bring so many things?"

Following behind, in addition to Rusek, was Atwater.

These two guys are both big and small. People who don't know them think they are going somewhere to play.

After two days of searching, the people in the intelligence team had to admit that they had lost all possibility of finding Hector.

At this time, Hank found Perry.

He artistically processed what Ethan said before, and then communicated with Perry.

When Perry heard about such a thing, he immediately nodded and agreed without saying a word. As long as there was a little hope, he wouldn't mind letting Ethan give it a try.

Isn't it just funding? It's easy to say.

Perry was also very angry when something like this happened.

For safety reasons, Hank also asked Ethan to take two people with him. No one knows whether Hector will escape to Banshee Town to hide. If something happens, there will be someone around who can be used. people.

For this kind of good thing about traveling, people from the intelligence team enthusiastically signed up.

Yes, in the eyes of this group of people, this is the kind of trip that can be reimbursed for travel expenses afterwards.

This time when he went back, Ethan eliminated Irene first.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything, it's mainly that I feel it's inconvenient.

Someone like Horsted, who is older than himself, sometimes needs to explain a sentence or two when doing things, so Ethan also excludes him.

Olinsky did not join in the fun, and in the end he chose Rusek and Atwater.

These two guys can charge and break in. They are still new and easy to command.

Atwater behind Rusek looked much calmer. He walked over with a travel bag and asked excitedly:

"How long will it take for us to go to Banshee Town?"

"An hour and a half." Ethan waved his arms and continued walking forward: "Let's go, hurry up."

"With any luck, we'll be able to return to Chicago tomorrow."

"Please, there's no need to be in such a hurry." Rusek bumped Ethan's shoulder and said with a smile: "Detective Morgan, this is your territory. Is there anything you can show us?"

"Chicago is your territory." Ethan turned his head angrily and glanced at him:

"Excuse me, Officer Rusek, what did you show me?"

"Ha ha."

Rusek scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

With his little salary, he would go to Moli for a night out every now and then, and he would go out with his fiancée for fun from time to time. Basically, he would be able to make money every month, so it would be nice if he didn't have any debt.

The more than one thousand US dollars he received last time was all spent within two days.

"Let's go!"

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and walked quickly to the car rental point.

After some selection, Ethan also got a Range Rover, which was more comfortable to drive.

Three people and one car roared towards Banshee Town.

Rusek and Atwater were both children who grew up in the city, facing high-rise buildings and steel forests every day.

They both became excited when they saw the vast rural farm.

Rusek is a bit better, his family is relatively well off and he can often take vacations.

But Atwater is different. When he was a child, he lived in the neighborhood near the construction site where the water-gel explosives were stolen.

The surrounding area is a slum neighborhood.

The family's financial situation is also relatively difficult, and there are two younger brothers and sisters at home. It can be said that he has almost never left Chicago.

Now seeing the cows on the farm, he excitedly stuck his head out and shouted loudly. The smell of cow dung that Jiabo hated so much made him feel the sweetness of the air in the countryside.

"You idiot."

Ethan grinned when he saw Atwater like this.

He hadn't been home for several months, and he was a little excited, so he stepped on the accelerator a little harder.

"Welcome to Banshee Town."

Familiar street signs flash by.

Horse hooves ticked on the roadside, and the carriage drove slowly.

Ethan couldn't help but slow down the car, and the breeze gently lifted the curtains, revealing the smiling face of the Amish girl inside.

He came to his senses and grasped the steering wheel firmly.

The person sitting in the car could no longer be the Amish girl I met before.

When they saw the Amish, Rusek and Atwater both picked up their cameras curiously and pressed the shutter. This was the first time they had seen this kind of group, as if they were people from the sixteenth century. Come to reality.

"No." Ethan accelerated the accelerator and stopped him:

"It's disrespectful to them."

"The Amish think the camera will eat their souls, so I advise you not to do that."

"OK."

Two curious guys put down their cameras nonchalantly.

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