My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The Cadillac's sirens and lights were turned on as it rampaged down the road.

We must find that bus as soon as possible. Once the vehicle drives onto the expressway, it can easily reach speeds of up to fifty miles.

At that time, if the driver accidentally brakes.

Thinking of this, Ethan swallowed.

"Jingle Bell."

At this time, the personal phone in his pocket rang.

Needless to say, it must be because of the explosion just now.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you." Payne's voice sounded from the tea tray next to him: "It's best to stay like this, hold the steering wheel with both hands, and don't do anything stupid before getting on the bus."

Ethan was about to hang up the phone and send text messages quietly to shake people off.

The idea was killed before it was realized.

"You can see me."

He took the time to glance at the cell phone placed on the tea tray and cursed angrily: "You pervert, do you want to be so cautious?"

"Everyone is the same."

Payne said proudly: "Drive carefully and don't make any bad ideas. I will keep an eye on you at any time."

"Remember, a dozen lives are in your hands."

"I don't understand." Ethan asked in a deep voice, "Why does it have to be me? What can you get if you let me get in the car?"

"Sheriff Ethan Morgan."

Payne muttered something: "Head of the Intelligence Team of the 21st Precinct. He joined the Chicago Police Department last year. You rose through the ranks very quickly."

"To be honest, I'm not jealous of you."

"I have also served Chicago for twenty years, and I admire what you have done."

"You are a good opponent." His voice became a little depressed: "If I said that I was afraid that you would ruin my affairs and wanted to trap you on the bus, would you believe it?"

"I believe."

Ethan held the steering wheel and replied in a muffled voice.

"Dudu."

The phone was hung up and silence returned to the car.

Ethan's heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface. Pratt was the first friend he met at the police station besides Hank. He also had many communications at work, and the relationship between the two had always been good.

Yesterday, I came to the Odong Room to participate in my own medal ceremony.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for one night, she would be in deep trouble. Thinking of this, Ethan stepped on the accelerator anxiously.

The cell phone in his trouser pocket kept ringing.

Ethan pressed it down casually and glanced angrily at the phone that Payne had tampered with.

No wonder he brought it with him. This is a monitoring device. It is estimated that it can not only monitor through the camera, but also have eavesdropping functions.

The initiative now lies with others, and we can only take one step at a time.

The phone rang three more times. After he pressed the button one after another, it stopped ringing. It was rush hour and there were vehicles everywhere on the road. Ethan just hoped that the bus wouldn't drive onto the expressway so fast.

Cadillacs darted left and right, leaving cars behind.

"Still not answering the phone."

Erin looked at the phone and frowned.

"Ignore him for now."

Hank's face was livid, and he moved a broken arm away: "Let's deal with the scene first and figure out what happened."

Almost the entire 21st Precinct was mobilized.

The explosion occurred near the police station, and their people were the first to arrive.

The scene here is extremely tragic. The stumps on the ground are almost like a Shura field. It is too horrible to look at.

Director Perry was talking on the phone in the distance with a dark face.

The bus was still burning, and patrol cars were parked around it, sirens blaring.

The lights come on, almost turning into a sea of ​​blue.

A civilian police officer stepped on a piece of limp intestine, immediately covered his mouth, ran to the side and vomited violently.

Looking at the bloody streets, Irene was at a loss.

Unable to contact Ethan, it seemed that he had lost his backbone, and the entire intelligence team had no idea what they were busy with.

She gritted her teeth and knitted her brows.

Ethan has never been so unreliable, and he can basically be contacted at any time for anything.

I don’t know what he was doing now, so I hung up the phone several times.

"Hey."

At this time, a police officer came over. He looked at Eileen and asked, "You are from the intelligence team, right?"

"That's right." Erin nodded.

The police officer wiped his hair that was soaked by the rain of blood and said breathlessly: "When the explosion happened, I saw your police chief. He was right where you are standing now."

Just now I thought he was still sleeping, or maybe he was late for work.

Unexpectedly, I was here when the incident happened.

Several people next to him looked at each other, and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"Where are the others?"

Rusek, who was next to him, quickly stepped forward and grabbed the police officer by his collar.

"Hey, let go." Hank strode forward, scolded Rusek to let go, then looked at the police officer and said, "Sorry, he was just worried that something would happen to Chief Morgan. Did you see what he was doing at that time? ?”

"Of course I saw it." The police officer said slightly dissatisfied:

"After the explosion, two colleagues and I rushed forward to help. When we looked back, we saw him getting into the car while talking on the phone."

"He acted like nothing happened here and drove away."

"What do you mean?" When Atwater heard his sinister words, he clenched his fists angrily, his eyes widened, and he was about to step forward rashly.

"That's what it is."

The police officer muttered something again, but found that the people around him all looked at him with unkind expressions, and left quickly.

"He's not that kind of person." Erin stared at Hank:

"I suspect he found something, and what he found is related to the bombing."

"certainly."

Hank nodded: "Of course I know what kind of person he is."

Greedy, lustful, violent and loyal, this is the Ethan that Hank knows. Not only that, the Ethan he knows will never leave this tragedy and leave inexplicably. He still has the most basic sense of justice. .

"There was no evidence at the scene."

Hank seemed to have taken over the intelligence team again, and he said in a hoarse voice: "No one jumped out to take charge."

"The only exception is your police chief."

"Turn around, track the location of his car, and find where Ethan is."

There are positioning systems on their vehicles.

Now we have to find a way to find the person and figure out what's going on. I don't answer the phone and hang up every time. This is very abnormal.

"receive."

"Understood."

Six people from the intelligence team immediately got in the car and hurried back to the police station.

In the city center, both the roads into and out of the city are slightly congested.

Ethan glanced at his watch. It was nine-twenty, only one hour and forty minutes away from the time given by Payne. Time was urgent.

This time can only be recovered by yourself.

Payne had almost nothing. He didn't care about these things at all. If this car was bombed, he would find another one.

For him, this is a gamble.

But he couldn't afford to lose. He was right. There were more than a dozen lives waiting for him to save in the car.

I looked up and saw a bus passing by on the bridge.

2525.

There was an expressway up there. Ethan slapped the steering wheel hard. This bastard was sure that he would not be able to catch up.

And looking at the speed, it was already close to fifty miles.

"Didi didi."

The circular service road that turns onto the bridge has been blocked, and drivers in a hurry are honking their horns.

"Bang."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator, and the Cadillac's tires ran directly over the green belt.