My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hearing Rusek's words, Jill nodded stiffly:

"Yes, I was slightly injured."

Ethan tried his best to control his expression, but the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

"Then you have to take care of yourself."

Rusek asked with concern: "How was your rest last night?"

"cough."

Atwater bumped Rusek's shoulder and said in a low voice: "This is not your concern."

He had already noticed that something was wrong. The physical distance between Ethan and Jill had already exceeded normal social boundaries, and they looked like a couple.

"She's well rested."

Ethan bared his white teeth and hugged Jill's shoulders with a smile: "At least I had a good rest last night."

"Snapped."

Gil slapped his hand away and smiled at Rusek and Atwater: "Let's go and sit in the office first."

Seeing her walking up the steps unnaturally, Rusek couldn't close his mouth.

Damn, this trip was so confusing.

He took a sip of coffee and looked at Ethan resentfully:

"good friend?"

"Let's go." Ethan smiled and waved his hand: "Get the person as soon as possible, and feel at ease as soon as possible."

Traveling more than a thousand kilometers just for Hector, only by keeping him within sight can I feel at ease.

Rusek and Atwater looked at each other and spread their hands in unison.

This time, I finally got to see Detective Morgan’s ability to pick up girls.

Following Jill's footsteps, she soon arrived at the office of the Violent Crimes Division. When she opened the door and entered, she was in a trance. At this time, she was the only one there.

"call."

She exhaled heavily: "You can sit wherever you like, I'll make arrangements."

Due to what happened last night, the atmosphere in the branch was extremely depressing.

The nervous-looking plainclothes agent was in a hurry.

No need to ask, you can tell just by looking at their faces. After a few hours, they found nothing.

Soon Jill returned, followed by several agents.

A brief introduction, a few agents explained their purpose of coming, they had nothing to do, they just wanted to know what happened last night.

To put it bluntly, it is actually taking notes.

This is normal and understandable.

If someone in his own department had died, he would probably have investigated everything, and he would have rushed to New York to arrest him.

Ethan and others are mentally prepared for this.

The detectives responsible for inquiring about the situation also knew what happened last night. If it weren't for these Chicago police officers, one or two of their own people would have died, so they were very polite when they learned about the situation.

Eight percent true and two percent false, Ethan calmly told what happened last night.

With friendly exchanges between both parties, the transcript was quickly concluded.

Hector was also escorted over. He was probably taken care of badly last night and looked listless.

The handover was officially complete as Atwater placed handcuffs from Chicago on him.

As for the inquisitor, leave it to the FBI.

The group walked out of the front door and stopped in their tracks.

"If I have the chance in the future, I can go to New York again."

After shaking hands with Rusek and Atwater respectively, Gill said tiredly: "Of course, it's best not to have something like last night happen again."

"Ha ha."

Rusek smiled and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Sorry, I have to rush back." Ethan shrugged at Jill: "I still have a mission."

"It's okay." Gil shook his head:

"I also need to go to the hospital to visit them. This time, it is really a big trouble."

She also had a character that dared to love and hate. She stepped forward and hugged Ethan's neck, standing on her tiptoes: "When you are free, you must remember to come to New York to see me."

"Shhhh~"

Seeing the two kissing each other, Rusek whistled enviously.

The Chevy's engine roared and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Atwater took Hector's shoulders and asked, "Should we go back directly, or what?"

"Go back to my house first and leave tomorrow." Ethan threw up the car keys and threw them to Rusek:

"I need a day off."

"Snapped."

He slapped Hector on the head again: "You'd better be honest."

"If you get desperate, I'll shoot you to death."

This threat was by no means just verbal. Hector knew very well that the man in front of him could definitely say and do it.

When he was escorted downstairs last night, his legs were almost weak from fear.

Although Salvadorans are known for their ferocity, such a scene was unprecedented, and he knew very well that the person in front of him had done it.

Even after being beaten, he still bowed his head honestly.

Rusek took out a blindfold from his pocket and put it on him. In order to avoid trouble, Ethan made it clear in advance that he would not mention any place names in front of Hector along the way, and would put it on him if conditions allowed. Blindfold.

As the only wounded soldier, Ethan took the co-pilot position.

As soon as I got in the car, I immediately closed my eyes and recharged my batteries.

Back in Banshee Town, Rusek and Atwater worked together to take care of Hector.

After more than three hours of rest, Ethan regained his strength and began to indulge without shame. It was not until noon the next day that he dragged his empty body back to Chicago.

One month later, Datong room.

Ethan sat in front of the computer, clicking the mouse on the page.

The above is the news from New York, and there are a few pictures that are particularly shocking. The first picture is of U.S. dollars piled up like a hill on the ground.

Flipping down, there are also packaged unique products placed layer by layer on the table.

According to news reports, this was a material seized during a previous FBI operation against a lone criminal, totaling nearly 50 million U.S. dollars and more than 780 pounds of flour.

When Ethan saw this, he threw a piece of beef jerky into his mouth.

Afterwards, he took a hard inventory. Excluding Jiabo's suitcase, his profit from the six suitcases totaled more than 29 million. When he calculated the amount, he screamed with excitement. A dozen young ladies came over to accompany me.

After a night of craziness, I was able to suppress my excitement.

Unexpectedly, there were so many remaining seizures.

At that time, the judge also transported some away, and Ethan couldn't help but touch his chin.

These dealers deserve to die!

Scroll down further, and the remaining photos are all of densely packed firearms and dismantled explosives taken at the scene. As for the photos of the dead people, they were suppressed by the FBI.

There is no need to release things that are not conducive to public order.

In short, the entire press release states that the powerful FBI, with the cooperation of the New York Police Department, successfully annihilated a independence trafficking group.

Nothing else was mentioned.

Ethan closed the webpage, picked up the phone and smiled. The photo above was sent by Jill.

She was holding a medal of commendation and still had a cool look on her face.

I also communicated with her during this period, but the judge was still unable to capture her, and according to evidence from all parties, the other party had successfully escaped into the forests of Colombia.

"Ethan."

A shout from inside the Sheriff's Office interrupted his thoughts.

He raised his head and found Hank waving at him, as if something was wrong.

Ethan drank a cup of coffee, got up and walked over.

"Close the door!"

Hank sat back in his chair and put his feet up on the table.

"What's wrong?"

Reaching out to take the cigarette thrown by Hank, Ethan pulled out a chair and sat down.

The sunlight streamed in from the window and shone on Hank's face, making the wrinkles obvious.

He looked at Ethan carefully, tapping his fingers lightly on his body, with a smile on his lips. After a long time, a hoarse voice sounded:

"Do you want to sit in my seat?" (End of Chapter)