My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Several cars were driving fast on the road.

Sirens buzzed and blue lights flashed.

Ignore any traffic rules and just rush to your destination as quickly as possible.

When I came to the evidence area and looked at the broken bricks on the ground, the drivers stepped on the emergency brakes. The sound of slamming door doors sounded, and dense footsteps ran towards the place where the explosion was caused, and then stopped one after another. Come down.

Two patrol policemen, with their faces turning green and white, were pulling the cordon.

Judging by his expression, he might vomit at any time.

Old God Ethan was squatting on the curb and basking in the sun, with bursts of white smoke coming out of his mouth.

"You guys came here really fast." After flicking the ashes from his cigarette, he waved to everyone and said hello: "But I don't suggest you go in. You should wait until the bomb disposal team comes over."

Seeing his relaxed and calm look, everyone led by Hank had strange expressions.

In Ethan's other hand, he held a severed arm.

A small pool of blood dripped on the ground, matching his expression as he smoked a cigarette contentedly.

This picture is really inconsistent.

It wasn't until they saw the detonator in the broken arm's hand that everyone finally understood why he was holding on to the stump.

"knew."

Hank nodded and urged with the walkie-talkie.

Seeing him like this, Hank immediately understood that everything inside had been solved, and now he just needed to deal with the aftermath.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"How did you know Payne would come here?"

"Please, I have to say hello anyway."

"It's just that you don't know how worried we are!"

Everyone in the intelligence team came forward one after another, talking with concern.

"Sorry, sorry." Ethan shrugged and said with a helpless smile, "It's my fault. Please give me a break. I just want to bask in the sun for a while."

"asshole."

Erin cursed him in a low voice, walked to the side, and squatted down with her legs like Ethan did.

The next moment, she fell over backwards.

"Hahaha."

At the scene of this supposed serious bombing, a burst of laughter broke out.

This burst of laughter made the nearby patrol officers look askance.

Ethan curled his lips and watched these idiots learn their own postures to do Asian squats, and then fell down awkwardly one after another.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on his lips.

Uh-huh!

Hot water dripped from the showerhead, hitting the body and taking away the blood.

Everyone on the bus was successfully rescued.

At exactly eleven o'clock, the bomb exploded unceremoniously, scaring the survivors, who then huddled together in joy.

After learning about the situation there, Ethan had no time to rest. Accompanied by Director Perry, he went to the headquarters to explain the whole matter clearly. However, he was not made any trouble.

Able to board the bus under the threat of death from a bomb and stabilize the situation on the bus.

Then take it upon yourself to deal with the bomber.

With these, he is now the hero of the Chicago Police Department. Although the method of killing Payne was a bit cruel, now, those are some minor issues that are not worth mentioning and can be easily suppressed.

The Chicago Police Department just needs to let the outside world know that this time, they have once again successfully resolved the bomb crisis.

After working at the headquarters for more than half an hour, I finally came back to wash up.

He took a handful of hot water and wiped it vigorously on his face.

The movements of his hands suddenly stopped. At this time, everyone else was busy cleaning up the aftermath. He was the only one who was idle. Who else would come to the bathroom in the locker room at this noon time.

The light spot was approaching, walking straight in his direction.

Ethan grabbed the python that was placed on the holder and moved it to the corner of the shower room.

"Uh-huh."

The shower curtain was opened, and a beautiful figure appeared outside.

"Jesus."

Burgess was startled by the black muzzle of the gun: "Damn it, do you have to take the gun with you even when you take a shower?"

"got used to."

Ethan smiled and put the python aside and applied shower gel on his body: "Don't you have to deal with things?"

"By the way, overturn those two patrol cars."

"What's the situation now, police officer?"

"It's okay. I'm in the hospital now. It's just a fracture." Burgess patted her chest and trembled. She stuck out her tongue and said, "I was right there at the time. It scared me to death."

Her eyes drifted away, looking at Ethan's strong body covered in white foam.

Burgess bit his lip and quickly glanced aside: "I came back after taking some time to see if you were okay. I will go to the hospital to visit Sheriff Pratt later."

"Pratt was hurt?"

Ethan stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion.

"No."

Burgess shook his head quickly: "Do a routine physical check-up, you understand."

"I'm leaving first." She was a little ready to make a move, but she still suppressed her thoughts: "Otherwise, someone will come in later."

"ah!"

Burgess exclaimed and was pulled in by Ethan.

Fortunately, she had stuffed all her equipment into the locker before coming in. Now she was only wearing a patrol uniform, otherwise the splashing water would have made all her equipment wet.

"What do you want to do?" Burgess was pressed against the wall and struggled slightly: "This is the police station."

"I know."

Ethan took off the showerhead, and the water splashed directly onto her patrol uniform, revealing the black lace.

"Damn it." Burgess groaned:

"This is the locker room."

"You ran in on your own, you can't blame me." Ethan reached forward with one hand, held down the head of her belt, and flicked it: "I will also check for you to see if there are any injuries."

Ten seconds later, Burgess was only wearing a wet short-sleeved police uniform.

"Well!"

She gasped, opened her white teeth, and bit the strong shoulder opposite.

More than half an hour later, Ethan stood by the office window, touching his shoulders and looking ahead.

Not far away is the evidence office.

Through the gaps in the shade of the trees, I saw a dozen colleagues busy.

With such a deep tooth mark, Burgess really bit it to death. He grinned and took his hand back from his shoulder.

As one of the parties involved, he was left by Hank to rest at the police station.

Leave the rest to others.

The beheading just now made Hank force him to stay in the office and let him have a good rest. Fortunately, with the help of Burgess, the relaxation effect was good.

Ethan picked up the remote control and turned on the newly bought TV hanging on the sofa.

What happened had long since attracted the attention of the media. Local news stations were all reporting on the incident. A large number of reporters surrounded the Chicago hospital.

It's a good thing to hide at this time.

Sit on the office chair, switch to massage mode, close your eyes and listen to what's going on on the TV.

"Jingle Bell."

He didn't know how long it had passed before a ringing phone woke him up.

He opened his eyes suddenly and stared at the phone on the table.

He came back to his senses in an instant, and there was no more Payne's fatal phone call. He breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the phone.