My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

West End.

On the quiet street, three men were walking cautiously forward with guns raised.

According to the surveillance video, the van finally disappeared near here, surrounded by factories of all sizes.

After the people from the intelligence team came over, they searched separately.

"Detective Dawson."

Atwater waved the flashlight and asked softly: "What do you think is in Hank's safe?"

"Please, I don't believe you're not curious."

"For a group of professional gangsters to attack the police, the contents inside must be extraordinary."

Antonio didn't speak, he just looked around.

He never liked gossiping about these things. Although he was curious, he quickly pressed down. He was not the one to question such things.

"you mean?"

Rusek raised his pistol and asked Atwater: "We want to get back some things from the gangsters that don't belong to Hank, but are his?"

It's a convoluted statement, but the meaning is clear enough.

According to private rumors, Hank is a gray policeman, and many people have discussed the things he has done, but they have not been openly circulated. The people in the intelligence team have naturally heard some rumors.

Both of them suspected that the safe contained black money recovered by Hank.

"maybe."

After Rusek pointed it out in this way, Atwater no longer concealed it: "It's just a discussion, nothing else."

Antonio turned around and glared at Atwater.

Seeing him like this, Atwater was instantly frightened and shrank his neck.

Antonio looked forward and said with a straight face: "Since you have no other intentions, then don't discuss this kind of thing. This is an accusation against Hank. Do you understand?"

"No need to explain."

Even as he looked ahead, Antonio could sense Atwater's attempt to defend himself, and he continued:

"We are one of our own here, and we all know you mean no harm."

"It would be trouble if others heard it."

"Don't forget, it's our boss who is being attacked, robbed, and kidnapped at home."

"And that boss personally brought you into the intelligence team. You have to remember this." Antonio shook the flashlight and muttered: "We don't need to consider other things."

A series of words made Atwater's face feel hot.

He nodded silently and said no more.

"Look over there."

After walking forward for a while, Rusek raised his hand and pointed to the side.

The orange firelight is particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

Seeing this, the three people spread their legs and ran over quickly. After turning a corner, they saw a van burning.

The license plate number was the vehicle they were looking for.

"Shet."

Antonio stopped and cursed angrily.

Judging from the burning situation, they arrived ten minutes late, so the other party must have run far away.

Inside the small bar.

The melodious country music sounded, which sounded very pleasant.

The scene was a bit tense.

"Max, this little friend of yours." Even though Josie denied it, Hank didn't care and asked directly: "Where is he?"

Hearing his words, Josie scraped her mouth with her tongue.

The cheeks were pushed up by dripping.

It looks very unruly.

She didn't believe that the other party was a police officer and he dared to beat a woman in such a fair and just way.

"I said that."

Josie glanced at Hank: "You've got the wrong person."

After saying that, she turned around and sat down.

She raised her little finger and took a small sip from the wine glass. The slight shaking of her legs revealed that her current mood was far from as calm as it seemed.

"Um!"

Hank nodded and took two steps back.

He weighed the baseball bat in his hand, grabbed it with both arms, and swept it toward the high stool under Josie's butt.

"Bang."

The legs of the high stool were instantly swept off.

The chair also flew aside.

There was a bang, and Qiao Xi fell down hard without any precautions. She lay on the ground and let out a muffled groan.

She took a few breaths and turned over quickly.

Licking her lips, Josie leaned against the bar and watched Hank slowly walk over step by step.

"Now."

Hank poked her chest with a baseball bat and looked down at her: "Do you know who I am?"

"Know."

Josie glanced at the baseball bat and then stared at Hank: "You are the cop."

"But, what do you want from me?"

"If you look like this, I will go to the relevant departments to complain about you."

Until now, she is still pretending to be stupid.

"I've always been a very serious person." Hank carried the baseball bat and slid it from her chest to her neck: "I don't like others playing tricks on me, I really don't like it."

"Perhaps you just know that I am a Chicago police officer from Oliver's words."

"But there's something you definitely don't know."

The baseball bat moved to Josie's knee, and Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "I'm the deputy director of the 21st Precinct."

In her horrified gaze, the baseball was held high.

Ordinary patrol officers and plainclothes detectives are two completely different concepts, and the director is even more unusual.

Everyone on the road knows that patrolmen can make plans or cause trouble. A thoughtful person can even make a small patrolman lose his job.

But detective, don't even think about it.

Those who can reach that level can't be frightened by just a few complaints. They can be beaten to death by a lot of tricks. Now he has provoked a deputy director.

Seeing that the baseball bat was about to fall, Josie's chest rose and fell sharply.

"Wow."

The sound of flushing water made Hank stop.

A curly blond man opened the bathroom door and met Josie's eyes.

"Farke."

Seeing the scene in front of him, he quickly drew his pistol.

"bump."

A shadow of a stick roared past, and the pistol flew high into the air and hit the wooden wall next to it. The curly-haired man's palm broke and deformed instantly.

"ah!!!"

Screams followed immediately.

Olinsky took two steps forward, slammed the baseball bat in his hand hard, and hit the curly man's stomach hard, knocking back his screams.

"thump."

The curly man fell to his knees, curled up on the floor in pain.

"Shet, this stuff is good."

After knocking the pistol away, Ethan happily waved the baseball bat in his hand a few times. No wonder Carl always likes to hold this damn thing. The feeling of hitting people with it is really different and full of violence.

"stop."

Qiao Xi stood up quickly and tried to dissuade her in a panic: "Stop hitting him. I know why you came here."

"I really don't know Marx, I just sold him a few exclusives."

"call!"

There was a whistle, the stick made a semicircle, and landed hard on Josie's knees.

"Click."

A clear voice sounded, and the long legs suddenly bent into a strange angle.

"damn it!!!"

Josie roared and fell to the ground in pain.

Her knee was forcibly broken, and the feeling made her roll back and forth in pain, and her face suddenly broke out in dense cold sweat.

"you're right."

Ethan walked over and pressed her shoulders with a baseball bat to prevent her from rolling: "I will listen to you. If I don't hit him anymore, I will hit you."

"how?"

Seeing Josie sweating profusely and looking in disbelief, Ethan grinned and showed his white teeth: "What is the illusion that makes you think you are qualified to dissuade us?"

"You think I won't do anything to you because you're a woman?"

"explain."

Ethan moved the baseball bat to her other knee: "If you don't tell me, you will be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

"Hey!!!"

Josie was so frightened that she trembled all over. She shouted to the curly man in pain: "Tell them quickly, where are those two bastards?"

"I really don't know where they are."

She looked at Ethan again and said hurriedly: "Marx should have come back and given us our share."

"We waited for hours and there was no call."

The other party's eyes were cold and cold, more terrifying than any Taoist element she had ever seen. Qiao Xi just wanted to save her other leg.

"I have no idea."

The curly-haired man curled up and roared loudly: "I really don't know."

Hank gave Olinsky a wink, and together they lifted the curly man up and pushed him hard onto the bar.

"Where is Max?"

Hank put the baseball bat aside, grabbed the nutcracker, and stuck it on the fingers of the curly-haired man's good hand: "Say!!!"

"I have no idea."

The curly-haired man struggled desperately and suddenly changed his words:

"Farke!"

His words were interrupted as Hank twisted hard, and his head banged against the bar.

Fingers connected to the heart, this pain is not just talk.

"I really do not know."

The curly-haired man had runny nose and tears. He felt his ring finger being pinched again. He said painfully: "Those two people have separated. I don't know their whereabouts."

"And why are you just asking me?"

"This was not my fucking idea, Shet!!!"

"Gudu."

Josie saw the eyes of the three people falling on her. She swallowed hard and stammered: "Listen, we really don't know where those two bastards are."

"I sold the information to Marx, and he brought this guy named Maggory."

She waved her hands and said excitedly: "Maggoli is a madman. He killed an old couple who came from Philadelphia for two thousand dollars without any reason."

"In this situation, there is no need for me to lie to you."

"Please."

Qiao Xi said with a trembling voice: "We really don't know."

Hank stared into her eyes and finally believed that Josie was telling the truth. Although he regretted not being able to ask about the whereabouts of the two bastards, at least he also knew the name of the other person.

"I trust you."

He nodded, grabbed the nutcracker with his hand and gave it a squeeze.

After another crisp sound, the curly-haired man was released. The man flopped and collapsed on the ground.

Picking up the baseball bat placed aside, Hank walked over to Josie.

He narrowed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Oliver, how much can she earn by working with you, ten thousand or one hundred thousand?"

"ah?"

Josie looked confused: "What does this have to do with Oliver?"

Hank didn't bother to explain. Anyway, he already got the answer he wanted to know. Now he could finally confirm that Oliver was not involved, and he was relieved.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do with Oliver.

If a person who is pregnant with his grandson deliberately calculates himself, it will make people feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"Thanks."

Hank looked at Josie and thanked her sincerely.

"You're welcome."

Josie was confused, but she still answered with a forced smile.

Hank's face was expressionless. He clenched the baseball bat in his hand and stared at Josie coldly.

"don't want."

Josie's eyes widened and she cried out in horror.

The next moment, the stick swung hard.

"Click."

The arm also broke instantly.

Josie was rolling crazily on the ground as if she'd been electrocuted. Her mouth wanted to howl, but she couldn't make a sound. The light blue jeans quickly turned dark from the crotch.

"Teach you a lesson."

Hank put away his stick and nodded to Josie: "First, don't cheat your friends in the future."

"Second, don't make any decisions about the police in the future."

After speaking, he dragged his baseball bat and limped outside.

Olinsky also chewed the candy and turned to leave.

"Yo."

Ethan held up the baseball bat and asked Josie with a smile: "Looking at how pretty you are, do you need me to call the police for you?"

"Or, ambulance?"

Neither of the two people lying on the ground spoke.

They looked at the man in front of them in horror and shook their heads quickly.

No, nothing.

Now I just hope that these villains can leave as soon as possible.

"You guys."

Ethan sighed softly and walked out of the small bar: "If you need police services, please call the police. Of course, my men may just answer the phone."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Inside the bar, the shoulders of the two people lying on the ground shrugged.

After walking outside, waving his hand to close the glass door, and blocking the suffocating cries behind the door, Hank and Olinsky had returned to the car.

"Buzz."

The phone buzzed, it was Antonio.

"Hey, have you found anyone?"

After picking up the phone, he immediately asked.

A two-pronged approach might have a miraculous effect on Antonio's side.

"Only one burned vehicle was found."

Antonio looked a little frustrated: "I'm returning to the police station, what have you gained?"

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Ethan shook his head and hung up the phone.

He frowned while looking at his phone. One of the two clues was broken. He could only hope that if he found the bearded name now, he would gain something different next.

As for Jia Bo, he also sent a message just now.

But it was already lagging behind and couldn't be of much help. Ethan didn't take it to heart. The other party was a big living person who didn't revolve around him and couldn't be here at any time.

After returning to the car, they chatted for a while and then returned to the police station together.

Several other people also returned to the Chase Room and were working overtime, hoping to find clues as soon as possible.

Seeing the three people going upstairs, Eileen stood up:

"Hey, what did you get?"

Not only her, but everyone turned their attention to her.

The scene in front of him made Hank feel like he was back in the days when he was a supervisor here. He gritted his teeth and dragged his legs towards the office inside.