My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"OK!"

Ethan clicked his cigarette and waved to Hank: "Come on, let me sit down and see what it's like to be a sergeant."

"no problem."

Hank immediately put his feet down and stood up.

His straightforward look actually made Ethan beat up in his heart:

"Are you kidding?"

"I rarely joke." Hank patted the back of the chair and said in a deep voice, "Especially when it comes to things like this."

"Okay." Ethan raised his hand to disperse the smoke:

"Tell me, what's going on?"

This happened suddenly and made me confused.

Hank smiled, pulled out his chair and sat down again.

"I went to New York last time." He put his hands on the table and asked seriously: "Did Phillips recruit you?"

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped his forehead: "Those two big mouths."

"It turned out to be because of this."

He bit his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, I rejected him right away. I'm very happy in Chicago."

"That's one of the incentives." Hank knocked on the table:

"Let me make it clear, since Bairden is dead, there has been no one in charge of his department."

"The bureau wants to promote me to branch chief and head of the violent crime team. I will be mainly responsible for directing the operations of the intelligence team and the violent crimes team. The mess there needs to be cleaned up."

Both promotion and salary increase.

Moreover, he is the branch director responsible for operations, and his power has also increased accordingly.

This is a great thing, but Ethan can't figure out what this has to do with him.

Seeing his confused expression, Hank continued to explain:

"For balance reasons, if I agree, it will be impossible for me to continue to hold the position of leader of the intelligence team concurrently. That will make many people unable to sleep."

"And you entered the high-level scene after what happened at Taylor's last concert."

"I went to New York to bring Hector back. Firstly, I made a great contribution and brought glory to the police department. Secondly, the FBI over there gave you a high evaluation. This is also considered comprehensively. scope."

Hank lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath and said:

"Plus, after you arrive in Chicago, many people will be able to see your achievements."

"So on the recommendation of Director Perry and I, the top brass of the police department decided to promote you to sergeant and take over the leadership of the intelligence team."

Sheriff, Intelligence Unit.

Ethan held the cigarette in his hand and shaved his cheek.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Of course, this also depends on your wishes." Hank's tone was a little excited, and he continued:

"These words are just for you."

"I can rest assured that the intelligence team is left to you. We are all our own. From now on, we will basically have the final say in the operations of the 21st Branch."

This was bullshit. Hank took the position of Chief of Operations and concurrently served as the Violent Crimes Division.

The intelligence team took over again.

It can be said that the two powerful departments of the 21st Precinct have both in their hands.

"Isn't this appropriate?" Ethan stretched his hand to the ashtray and rolled the cigarette butt gently on it: "I've only been here for less than a year and I'm promoted to sergeant?"

"Besides, I don't like playing politics."

"Also, Antonio will also have ideas, right?"

Five people, Erin, Olinsky, Horsted, Rusek and Atwater, were not considered.

Olinsky's qualifications are sufficient, but he is just a Buddhist pensioner.

He was never interested in these power struggles.

But Antonio has deep qualifications and is also young and powerful. I wonder if he will have any ideas if he is asked to serve as his subordinate to a young man in his twenties.

Yes, Ethan was moved.

When he asked Antonio if he had any ideas, Hank knew he was moved.

"Whether it's suitable or not, the senior management has the final say. As long as you have the ability, it's not a big deal to promote you to become the sergeant." Hank smiled and took off his silver police badge and threw it on the table:

"I'm still your boss, and I'm the supervisor of the Violent Crimes Division. Who would play politics with you?"

"As for Antonio, he will officially go to work tomorrow. I will talk to him. I believe he can understand."

"Ding, ding, ding." Hank's nails tapped on the police badge gently: "Of course, I also have selfish motives. If my police badge is changed to gold, it should look good."

"Inspector?" Ethan raised his eyebrows.

If you are still a police sergeant, your police badge can be changed to gold.

But it’s also true that they are all divided into bureau chiefs and still have the title of sergeant. It just doesn’t make sense.

"That's right."

Hank nodded and repeated Ethan's words: "That's the inspector."

"You can go back and think about it."

He looked at his watch and said in a deep voice: "I'm just saying hello to you in advance and give me a reply tomorrow. If you have no objection, the corresponding process will be started."

"Let me think about it."

Ethan scratched his head and stood up.

It's not bad to be in charge of a department. Although the work he does is still the same as before, he has a few more subordinates after all.

After thinking about it, I felt a little happy in my heart.

"Farke."

When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Hank: "Tell Director Perry that I will take over this matter."

If it feels good, then do it.

It's not my character to think so much and have nothing at all. Hesitation is not my character.

"No problem." Hank crossed his legs again and gave him a thumbs up: "I will contact him now. According to the procedure, you will change into formal clothes when you arrive at the police station tomorrow. We need to go for a high-level interview."

"Don't worry, this is just a formality."

Ethan nodded and walked out of the Sheriff's Office with a sigh. In less than a year, this place will become his own department.

At this time, there was no one in the main room.

He also lost some time because he was checking the news.

Others have already left work.

"Buzz."

Just as I picked up my thin coat and prepared to go home, I received a text message on my phone.

"Reality show night, junk food night, do you want to come over?" Along with the message was a photo. There was a big paper bag on the table with a big yellow M logo.

"no problem."

Ethan replied a text message and walked downstairs, swinging the keys.

After getting in the car, he ran to the drive-in restaurant and bought a large bucket of fried chicken, and then went straight to Gallagher's house.

The last time Frank was chased for debt, it ended with him pretending to be dead.

It has to be said that that guy is an absolute genius when it comes to evading debts and all kinds of cheating and cheating.

As soon as he opened the car door, he heard a burst of lively laughter.

"Survivors prepare!!!"

Karl's cheers came through the window.

"Yo."

Ethan strode up the steps, opened the door and walked in: "Aren't you going to start without waiting for me?"

On the couch, Fiona, Veronica and Kevin sat together, leaving an empty seat next to them. Carl was holding Liam and making trouble on the single sofa.

"Hey, Ethan."

A group of people greeted him one after another: "Hurry up, it's already started."

On TV, a survivor reality show is on.

Contestants wearing cool clothes are fighting hard for a prize of one million US dollars.

On the table in the middle were a dozen burgers and a large pile of fries.

"fried chicken."

Ethan lifted the oversized bucket of fried chicken placed behind his back, causing a burst of cheers.

Sometimes he likes to come to the Gallagher house for this reason. A little happiness can make them live a very happy life. As long as that bastard Frank doesn't mess around, it's always a happy place here.

"Here, beer."

Ian came over with several bottles of beer, handed one to Ethan, and then took the bucket of fried chicken.

Lip behind him was shaking his hands, and the big bottle of Fat Mansion Happy Water bubbled up.

"Thanks."

Ethan took the beer and walked behind the sofa.

He grabbed Fiona's chin and kissed her hard, causing a wolf howl.

"There's a room upstairs."

Karl grabbed a chicken wing, rolled his eyes and said, "But let's wait until we finish eating. Don't be so anxious."

"Ha ha."

Fiona laughed loudly, grabbed a pillow and threw it at Karl.

This guy is as big as a kid.

Ethan opened the lid of his beer and sat comfortably on the sofa. He didn't need to take anything, and he kept receiving fried chicken legs, chicken wings, and burgers from Fiona.

"You feed him so much, be careful not to be able to bear it at night."

When Veronica saw this, she and Fiona had an ear to ear.

The two of them talk about everything, and sex is no exception. Veronica also knows that Ethan's fighting ability is extraordinary.

"Fakeyu."

Fiona scratched Veronica's waist hard, and the latter refused to be outdone.

The two women laughed and started making trouble on the sofa.

Ethan and Kevin quickly took action to quickly control them, and then the farce stopped.

Night falls quietly, and the competition on TV is fierce.

Just as everyone was cheering for the contestants, a muffled sound caught their attention. Everyone in the living room turned their heads and looked towards the door.

Ethan put down his hand on the handle of the gun and breathed a sigh of relief.

Debbie was wearing pink clothes and standing next to the stairs. She was swinging the door just now.

The little girl's two little hands were twisting each other hard, with a complicated expression.

"Debbie."

Fiona put down the beer bottle and asked quickly: “Didn’t you go to Sheila’s house to play?”

"what's going on?"

"Is Frank drunk again?" Lip stood up from the carpet with a accustomed expression.

"Don't be afraid." Ian wiped his mouth and stretched out his hands to Debbie:

"Come here, remember. If you encounter Frank drunk again next time, just ignore him. There is no need to feel sorry for him."

"Why?"

Debbie pursed her lips and said with a hint of anger: "Why do you blame Frank every time something happens?"

"There is obviously someone worse than him."

"No matter how bad Frank is, he's always with us."

Hearing her words, Fiona stood up from the sofa suddenly: "Did you see her? Where is she?"

"who?"

Ethan asked curiously.

Fiona waved her hand back and looked at Debbie steadily: "Don't be in a daze, talk."

"Um."

Debbie nodded silently: "Monica, it's at Sheila's house."

The happy atmosphere just now was gone. The few Gallaghers at the scene all sat blankly, not knowing how to react.

"Monica?"

Ethan asked Veronica silently.

The latter also replied with the same mouth shape: "Their mother."

Ethan finally understood why they were like this. Faced with such a close relative who abandoned them ruthlessly and ran away without a trace, it was not surprising to have such a reaction.

"Can you send us there?" Fiona looked at Ethan.

There were some things she needed to ask clearly. She had endured too much over the years and at least got an apology instead of letting Monica leave quietly again.

"No problem at all."

Ethan grabbed the car keys and walked outside the house.

The people behind him followed suit and got into the Ford Interceptor.

Even Veronica and Kevin squeezed into the car, looking like it was no big deal to watch the excitement. In fact, they were not far from Sheila's house, only two or three streets away. At this time, Fiona just wanted to The sooner the better.

Pulling a car full of people, he kicked the accelerator and drove towards Sheila’s house.

The car was eerily quiet, and even Karl, who liked making noise in his car the most, sat quietly.

In less than a minute, we arrived at Silla’s house.

Parked beside the street was a tall truck. The long compartment looked like the kind of vehicle that was specially designed to run long distances.

Everyone ran up the steps together and knocked on the wooden door.

Seeing them filing in, Ethan leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette, the smoke drifting in the night wind.

"Aren't you going to go in?"

A childish voice sounded next to him, and Ethan turned his head and found that it was Karen Jackson. In fact, she was not childish in terms of age, she should be in her early seventeens.

She looks petite, but she is about to graduate from high school like Lip.

"Blow the air."

Ethan raised his hand and gestured to the cigarette in his hand.

"Can I have one?"

Karen came over wearing a light yellow housecoat, holding her chest with her hands. The little pigeon was very white and tender.

"No problem at all."

Ethan handed over the cigarette case and lighter. Smoking was better than smoking leaves.

"Click."

Karen lit up the cigarette very skillfully and exhaled gray-white smoke from her small mouth: "I always thought that my father was bad enough, but compared with Lip's parents, he is simply a saint."

With a smile, Ethan took the lighter.

Karen's fingertips scratched her palm a few times.

The movements are very jerky, as if you have just learned it but haven't mastered it yet.

The teasing intention was very obvious, and Ethan was confused as to why this little girl always looked like she wanted to eat him.

Moreover, she is Lip's girlfriend and knows that she has a relationship with Fiona.

I don't know why she is like this.

Now that I have thought of it, I have to ask. Anyway, there is no one else here, so there is nothing to worry about.

"I got you."

Ethan glanced at the zipper gap in her clothes, shrugged and asked, "But why, you are playing with fire."

Karen moved closer to Ethan, and the smell of male hormones fascinated her.

In comparison, Lip is just a little boy.

"I don't know either."

Karen bit her lip and said, "Just like those people who smoke alone, I can't control myself in this regard."

"I just know what kind of feeling I really need."

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