My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Install the computer and turn it on.

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the office chair.

This office has a space of about ten square meters. He is sitting in the innermost position, next to a small window, and the breeze is blowing in through the gap in the window.

In addition to two office chairs opposite, there is a small black three-person sofa placed against the wall.

The blinds above the sofa allow you to see what's going on outside.

Antonio was immersed in flipping through the case files. He was racing against time to get back on track as soon as possible.

To the left, a pedestal coat hanger sits in the corner.

Next to the clothes rack is a large glass filing cabinet. Many of Hank's personal belongings used to be stored here, but now, like the picture frames on the wall, they have all been packed away.

The air-conditioning outlet above is delivering cool air to the office.

Ethan twisted his body, feeling a little uncomfortable.

This office chair was a little deformed after Hank sat on it for a long time, and the armrests also had rough edges.

The large desk also had a lot of damage.

I don’t know how many years or months it will take to go through the replacement process, but it doesn’t matter. Now the entire police station knows that he is a rich man, and it is well worth spending a little money to make himself comfortable.

"You two, that's about it."

Ethan stopped Rusek and Atwater's movements and waved: "Come here, I have a difficult task for you."

"whats the matter?"

The two put down their towels, excitedly pulled out their chairs, and sat down opposite each other.

This feeling is quite refreshing.

Just wave and someone will help you with the work.

"There's nothing going on today." Ethan put his hand into his coat, took out twenty thousand dollars from the space, and threw it on the table: "You guys drive out in a pickup truck and buy me a set of office equipment."

"The chair needs to be made of real leather." He patted the armrest.

"table."

He knocked on the table and pointed behind the two of them: "There is also a sofa."

“It needs to be expensive, it needs to be good, it needs to be comfortable.”

Ethan finally ordered the tea room: "Let's buy a fully automatic coffee machine and buy a batch of coffee beans. If you want any good ones, they will be charged to my account."

You have the power in your hands and you need to use it immediately.

In addition, when a new official takes office, it is also necessary to add some benefits to his subordinates.

I originally thought it was an arduous task, but when they heard that they were going to help buy things, the two people opposite were a little bit dumbfounded. Although they didn't have to do this kind of thing at all, they were still willing to help Ethan run errands.

Their eyes lit up when they heard about the coffee machine.

No matter how well-funded the intelligence team is, they won't spend too much money on those things, as they can easily be targeted by others and create a bad reputation.

In their line of work, they are all coffee lovers.

Even if I don’t have a few drinks a day, I can’t even feel energetic.

To be honest, they had been fed up with low-quality coffee powder for a long time, and now that Ethan was willing to spend his own money to upgrade the equipment of the intelligence team, the two of them suddenly burst into laughter.

He was spending his own money, and no one could fault him.

They all knew that he was a rich man, so the two of them were not surprised that Ethan could throw away twenty thousand dollars casually. Rusek grabbed the two wads of money and patted his chest so hard:

"No problem, leave this matter to me and Atwater."

"Guaranteed to satisfy you."

"Okay, hurry up and measure the size." Ethan smiled and waved his hand: "Close the door when you go out."

After the two people went out, he rubbed his hands and waved the mouse.

What's the biggest advantage of being a police sergeant? Of course it's fishing. With my own independent office, I can watch the young ladies dance freely in the future.

On the computer screen, a group of beautiful girls dressed in two-dimensional cool clothes were dancing energetically.

"Buzz."

The phone on the table vibrated.

Seeing the caller's note, Ethan pressed pause, took out a cigarette and pressed answer.

"Is this what you bastard did?" As soon as the call was connected, a furious and thunderous roar sounded from the other side: "Do you know what this means to me?"

"I already said that."

Ethan did not deny it. He lit up his cigarette and exhaled the smoke faintly: "I was shot, and the debt will be borne by Hector."

"Fakeyu."

Rebecca's excited voice continued: "I said, he is very important to me."

"What should I do if you look like this???"

"Stop it, Rebecca." Ethan sighed, about to say something.

"I've been looking for him for a whole month. You bastard, do you know how much you've delayed me?" Rebecca shouted frantically: "Fakeyu!!!"

"Dudu."

Before he could say anything, the phone was hung up from the other side.

It could be heard that Rebecca was very angry.

Ethan didn't intend to call it back. What else could he do if he didn't do it? However, it took a month for her to think about herself. It seemed that she really didn't regard herself as an imaginary enemy.

Throwing the phone aside, he was about to continue watching the video.

"Bump."

The door knocked twice and then opened.

"Not bad, not bad." Erin walked in with her chin held high, and looked back and forth: "It seems like you're adapting well."

"How's it going over there Hank?"

Ethan closed the web page and asked curiously.

"It can only be said that Baiden is a more enjoyable person." Eileen pulled up a chair and sat down, curling her lips and said, "Can you believe it? He used the funds to buy a coffee machine worth more than six hundred dollars."

"Damn it, why don't we get this kind of treatment?"

She looked at Ethan with bright eyes and asked emphatically: "Do you think it is possible for us to receive this kind of treatment?"

"impossible."

Ethan had no expression on his face and shook his head decisively to refuse: "I have just taken office, so it is impossible to use the team's funds to purchase these things."

"All right!"

Erin shrugged and her expression returned to seriousness: "I have something serious to talk to you about."

"Nadia, you won't forget her, right?"

"Yeah." Ethan nodded: "Just tell me, I'm listening."

Since it was business, he got into the role.

"She has been living in my house recently and is working hard to find a job." Erin straightened her back and frowned and said, "But because of her history, it is difficult to find a suitable job."

"I don't want her to continue to have contact with those people from the past, so I think."

She clasped her hands together and said in a pleading tone:

"There is a fund in our group used to recruit assistants. Our usual job is to answer hotline calls, help with contacts and handle some relatively easy things when we are away."

"So you think, can Nadia come over and take this job?"

"You know she can trust it."

I didn't expect this to be the case. Nadia can indeed trust it. The last explosion at the construction site was also successfully found in the backyard with her help.

In total, she has helped the intelligence team twice. (End of chapter)