My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Two hours later, a group of people led by Ethan walked out of the office building.

The entire building was searched floor by floor, but no trace of Payne was found, and radar scanning also found nothing.

In desperation, the intelligence team had to withdraw.

The rest of the matter was left to others to deal with. The bomb disposal team also began to enter the scene. They had to search and process the entire building again.

Although no one was arrested, Director Perry looked good.

Although there was still an explosion, all the hostages held were rescued. The only one who was injured was that he sprained his foot while hurriedly going downstairs.

This alone is a great achievement.

However, the people in the intelligence team were holding back their anger. One of their own was bombed and was almost wiped out.

Ethan turned around and looked at the office building surrounded by police patrols. He narrowed his eyes and didn't know how Payne escaped, or whether he hid somewhere and couldn't find it.

This guy has been planning here for a month.

I learned from the security director that Payne applied for a security job here a month ago based on his police qualifications.

Because he is older, he is responsible for night patrol.

It is for this reason that it is convenient for him to do it, and this guy has been surveying for a month.

He must have already figured out how to escape.

As a Chicago police officer for twenty years, Payne should still be very familiar with the standard search procedures, which undoubtedly made their work a lot more difficult.

"Boss."

Erin came over and took out a tissue from her pocket: "Wipe your face."

"Thanks."

Ethan forced out a smile, took the tissue and wiped it on his face.

It’s dust and sweat.

There were stains on the face, and after just two wipes with a white tissue, it turned gray and black.

"Thanks."

Rusek smiled and extended his hand when he saw Erin walking by.

"You're welcome."

Erin shrugged and clapped her hands with him.

"puff."

When Atwater saw this, he smiled and scratched his head.

Withdrawing his hand in embarrassment, Rusek glared at Atwater. He pulled up the hem of his clothes and wiped his face randomly a few times.

"Pop."

Ethan threw away the tissue and clapped his palms.

Others gathered around and stood in front of him.

"There is no need for me to explain the current situation again." Ethan put his hands on his hips and said in a deep voice: "Director Perry has assigned the task of capturing Payne to justice to our intelligence team."

"His family, his friends, his colleagues, they all turned upside down for me."

"It doesn't matter who it is, and it doesn't matter if it's someone from the police station."

"As well as the casinos he has been to, everyone he can come into contact with, even his childhood friends, you must find and talk to them and ask where Payne may be hiding."

"If anyone doesn't cooperate, call me as soon as possible."

After scratching his still ringing ears, he looked at the crowd and said, "What we need to do is dig out this rat."

"clear."

A group of people responded at the same time, full of murderous intent.

Two days later, the intelligence team.

Everyone present stood at attention, all wearing formal uniforms and large-brimmed hats.

Rusek stood next to Erin, with envious eyes cast from the opposite side. He straightened his back even more. Not only the intelligence team, but also Platt and Hank were also watching.

"During the bomb hostage incident two days ago."

Perry told everyone present: "The heroic actions of these three police officers saved the lives of 13 citizens of this city. Thanks to their efforts, 13 families were able to be reunited."

"Here, on behalf of the Chicago Police Department, I present three of them with the Medal of Honor."

"Bah bang bang."

“Shhhh~~~”

"Yeah~ Nice job."

Everyone applauded, Atwater waved his arms enviously, and Antonio whistled hard.

This was not a formal occasion and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

In fact, according to normal procedures for this kind of thing, the Chicago Police Department needs to set up an awards dinner and invite reporters.

Police officers who receive awards will attend with their families to share the joy.

But since Hank's time, he has set a rule that all matters in the intelligence team should be handled in a low-key manner. News interviews and public appearances should be avoided if possible. Ethan also doesn't like high-profile people, so he will continue this rule.

Therefore, they only held a simple ceremony in the Chase Room on the second floor of the police station.

"Officer Adam Rusek."

Director Perry picked up a medal from the box held by his assistant: "Thank you for your enthusiasm and dedication to Chicago."

"Thanks."

Rusek lowered his head slightly and asked Perry to hang the medal around his neck.

The two shook hands and he walked back excitedly.

"Detective Erin Lindsay."

Director Perry repeated the process again, holding Erin's hand: "Thank you for your enthusiasm and dedication to Chicago."

"Thanks."

Erin also grabbed the medal with a smile, squeezed her fist at Nadia, who was standing at the back, and looked happily to the corner next to her.

Hank's serious face was also full of smiles.

Seeing Erin being commended, Hank is now even happier than being commended himself.

"Sheriff Ethan Morgan."

Director Perry looked at the last person, a smile on his dark face.

"Thanks."

Ethan walked over and accepted the honor unceremoniously.

"This is what you deserve."

Perry helped Ethan put on the medal, feeling very emotional.

When I was his age, I was still printing tickets all over the street and looking at the girls on the roadside.

"Uh-huh."

The three of them stood together and saluted neatly to everyone present.

When the clapping stopped, Ethan blinked at Perry: "Director, isn't there any actual reward?"

"Take it out quickly, I've seen it all."

"You guy." Perry shook his head with a smile and took out the three envelopes from the box: "There are five thousand yuan in cash in each. They are rewards given to the three of you by the company that owns the office building, one for each of you."

Erin and Rusek took the envelope and smiled from ear to ear.

Ethan pinched the thin envelope and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It's so stingy. If something happened, the company would have to pay millions in compensation.

Now, there are only fifteen thousand.

"Uh-huh!"

The envelope in his hand flew out and fell into Antonio's arms: "In the future, if more than three people in the group go to Molly's Bar, they can use this money until they drink it all."

"oh!!!"

"marvelous."

Everyone cheered, and the atmosphere was even more lively than before, almost tearing the roof off.

This means that everyone has a share and everyone is happy.

"Hahaha, I knew you would do this." Antonio happily slapped the envelope in his hand, took off his big-brimmed hat and threw the money in.

Rusek and Irene looked at each other and quietly stuffed the money in their pockets.

They were no richer than Ethan, who had almost a month's salary in it, but Olinsky still targeted the two of them. Under the coercion of everyone, they painfully took out five hundred dollars and collected the money for drinks.

Regardless of the gang's commotion, Ethan walked back to the office.

Take off the medal and throw it away.

The ribbon hung precariously on a column hanger.

The two people who came in from behind had their eyes twitching, but decided to ignore the scene.

"sit down."

Ethan pulled out the leather office chair and sat down.

Seeing the furnishings in the office, Hank felt a toothache. Compared with now, he felt like he was in a doghouse before.

During this time, Ethan purchased some items one after another.

There was a vase on the corner of the desk, filled with colorful flowers. It made Perry greedy. As the branch chief, he could only shake his head.

No comparison, everyone knows this is a rich man.

"Do you have any news?"

Ethan played with the lighter and exchanged information with them.

Not only the intelligence team, but also the people from the violent crime team and Perry are trying to find Payne's whereabouts. There is no way. This man is too dangerous. He is a bomb disposal team and has great resentment towards the police department. .

If we don't catch him as soon as possible, I don't know what will happen next time.

It's just that Payne has been a policeman for twenty years and has a particularly strong sense of counter-reconnaissance. In the past two days, the intelligence team has gained nothing.

"No."

Director Perry shook his head and looked at Hank.

The latter also shook his head helplessly, spread his hands and said: "It is not so easy for us to find people who can stay in the same elevator for two days."

After the three people communicated about the follow-up direction, Hank and Perry left one after another.

The nerves should not be too tight and should be relaxed appropriately.

In the evening, in order to celebrate the intelligence team's recognition, the 6,000 yuan collected earlier was quickly put to use.

A group of people sat together at Molly's Bar.

Ethan took a sip of bourbon, saw Rusek coming in alone, and put down the glass: "Isn't Olinsky coming?"

Just now, the two of them went to collect intelligence together.

"You'll have to come later."

Horsted stood up and let Rusek in, who continued: "He's going to see an informant."

"boom."

Several wine glasses met together.

Everyone drank wine together and chatted about some things in life.

Tonight, at the urging of Irene, Nadia also came to celebrate together. She sat silently in the corner drinking wine and listening to the words of several people.

In front of criminals, these people are the intelligence team that strikes hard.

In the face of life, they are just ordinary people who worry about many small things.

Antonio thought for a moment that his daughter had now entered adolescence and had begun to have rebellious tendencies. The family was always noisy. Now he just hoped that the children would not touch the leaves or get tattoos.

Atwater provides most of the family's expenses and said he is under great pressure, but his younger siblings are still obedient.

Elsewhere, Rusek complained about his fiancée quarreling with him.

Horsted, on the other hand, was worried about the rising rent and was discussing whether to move to another apartment.

What I said and talked about were all bits and pieces of life.

For them, this is an alternative form of psychological therapy, where they can vent their stress bit by bit by talking to each other.

Nadia glanced curiously at Ethan, who was sitting opposite. This guy didn't seem to have these worries. He always had a smile on his lips. Just like herself, he just drank quietly.

She knows her situation and every day is a new life.

For this reason, she has nothing to complain about. She already feels lucky enough to have such a group of friends.

I heard from others that Sheriff Morgan also has a Ferrari.

Nadia shook the ice cubes in the cup and sighed with envy. She couldn't imagine that kind of life. Maybe when she went out to eat, she could give a tip of five or ten yuan, which would allow her to work for an hour. Already working.

A person like him shouldn't have much to worry about.

Thinking of this, Nadia put her elbows on the table, held her chin, and looked across the way blankly.

So handsome!

Ethan was thinking about the clues he had when he noticed a gaze falling on him.

Realizing it was Nadia, he grinned and raised his glass to signal.

Nadia was startled and hurriedly looked away.

"Shet."

The glass door of the bar opened, and Olinsky came over in a hurry. He cursed lowly and took an undrinked Manhattan to his mouth.

The Adam's apple rolled and the cocktail bottomed out quickly.

"Bang."

He placed the cup heavily on the wooden table and looked at Ethan: "You are in trouble."

He turned his head again and pointed at Horsted:

"You are in trouble too."

"Oh?" Ethan smiled, shrugged and said, "This is not new at all. I rarely have trouble-free times."

Rusek and Nadia continued to move inside. Horsted gave up his position outside and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What trouble can I get into? I'm just a nobody."

"Oscar."

Olinsky took off his duckbill hat and threw it on the table: "Because of Jacob's death, he issued a reward in prison."

"My informant received the news and just told me the news."

He grabbed his messy hair and patted Horsted on the shoulder: "Your life is now worth one hundred thousand dollars."

"As for you, my Sheriff."

Olinsky picked up another glass of wine and gestured to Ethan: "Two hundred thousand dollars."

"What?"

Ethan spread his hands in disbelief: "Is that all?"

"Please, who are you looking down on?"

The other people's faces became serious, but the two parties looked a little calm. Horsted picked up the cup and took a sip of the wine.

"Hey."

Rusek pushed Horsted: "Now someone is offering a reward for you, and you have become a target. Can you give me some reaction?"

"What's this?" Horsted shook his head:

"When I was on mission overseas, either you would kill me or I would kill you every day. I have become accustomed to this kind of life."

Antonio put down his cup, his expression serious.

He looked at his little brother and said in a deep voice: "People on the road offer rewards to the police, usually ten thousand dollars. This is one hundred thousand dollars. Don't underestimate the power of one hundred thousand dollars."

"If you have this mentality, why not let me do it."

"With $100,000, I can almost pay off the mortgage."

"You can try it." Horsted smiled and shook his head: "I seriously doubt whether you can do it."

"but."

His expression became serious: "I understand what you mean, don't worry, I will pay attention."