My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Intelligence Team, Chase Room.

"To the outside world, they are literally prisoners now."

Hank stood in front of the whiteboard and continued to the few people in front of him: "The only ones who know the truth are us and the warden, which also means they don't get any special treatment."

"The warden will interrupt the operation at any time if anyone notices something is wrong."

Standing in front of him were Director Fisher, Erin and other remaining members of the intelligence team. Since Ethan followed Atwater into the prison, Hank temporarily took over the work of the intelligence team before coming out.

Director Fisher is here to understand the situation.

Hank also informed the others about the undercover operation. Due to the tight schedule, there were many things to be arranged, so there was no time to explain to them yesterday.

Now, the matter is settled.

There will also be time to explain the mission clearly to them.

After hearing that several other people had lurked into the prison, the remaining members of the intelligence team all looked surprised.

Unexpectedly, they kept silent and made such a big move.

"Their safety."

Director Fisher frowned and asked calmly: "That is not an ordinary place. How can we ensure safety?"

"Don't worry about this." Hank looked at the new director: "Antonio performs undercover missions all year round. His experience may not be as rich as Olinsky's, but he is definitely the most powerful."

"As for Ethan."

There was a smile on Hank's face: "You will know after a long time of contact."

"In his presence, we only have to worry about other people's safety."

Hearing this, everyone in the intelligence team smiled knowingly. Indeed, after knowing each other for so long, they had never seen anything that could stump that guy.

In terms of black hands, this is the first one.

With him taking care of you inside, you really don't have to worry too much about safety.

"When Atwater was inside, extracting the recorded evidence of Tucker personally admitting to paying for the murder." Hank said to everyone: "None of us can stop."

"Find the shooter and get his information."

"Atwater needs to use the gunman's information to have a chance to lure Tucker into talking."

Director Fisher scratched his face when he heard these words.

I didn't expect the people in the intelligence team to be so courageous. They dared to confront the people from the Tobacco and Firearms Bureau, and they would not let go of Tucker's line at any risk.

He admired this kind of courage very much, especially when the police chief led the team in. It was very commendable.

He smiled and pointed at Hank:

"It's a good idea, it sounds interesting, I support it."

"It doesn't matter if it's exposed later. If there is pressure from the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms, you can ask those people to come to me."

"The Chicago Police Department is not for display."

Putting down the cruel words, he turned and left.

With a few simple words, he won a lot of favor from everyone present.

Everyone is afraid of the kind of boss who rushes to the first place when he has merit and becomes slippery when there is trouble. Those guys will always talk a lot.

A boss who is willing to take the initiative to take responsibility is no different.

"This new commander is good." Horsted smiled and spread his hands: "At least he is a guy who is not afraid of trouble."

"Has the bullet casing test report been released?"

Hank ignored his words and looked at Erin: "Any new discoveries?"

"It's already out."

Erin nodded, then shook her head: "It doesn't match all the information in the database, and there are no fingerprints on the bullet casing."

"The shooter was careful and a professional."

Hank bit his cheek and accepted the expected answer.

A person who can do such a thing would not leave such an obvious flaw, and he just asked such a routine question.

"Since there is no gain."

He hugged his chest and said in a hoarse voice: "Then let's go back to the most basic method."

"Enlarge the scope and investigate all surveillance equipment."

"Police, commercial and residential cameras in the surrounding blocks cannot be missed. There are very obvious skid marks at the scene. The gunman cannot leave in flight."

"The time of the crime is already clear, and all vehicles passing nearby must be investigated."

Everyone nodded and left one after another.

Chicago Central Jail.

Unlike what those in the intelligence team imagined, Ethan indeed encountered something that stumped him.

The shouts and curses that sounded from time to time in front of him made his anus tighten.

A group of people walked forward in a queue, and they all had to pass through the small cubicle enclosed by a curtain in front to check whether they had any contraband on them, which naturally meant chrysanthemums.

I cursed wildly in my heart, but I could only follow the people in front and walk forward slowly.

At this point, he could only close his eyes and endure the undue pain. Thinking of this, his heart was bleeding.

It was only one step away from this curtained cubicle.

Inside, screams sounded.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Ethan's forehead.

"Next."

Inside, a shout rang out.

Hearing this voice, he felt as if he was hearing the sound of a fairy, and his whole body felt relaxed.

Opening the curtain, there were two people standing inside.

One is Antonio, who is wearing a mask. His eyes look very broken.

In order to prevent his boss from being treated inhumanely, Antonio took the initiative to take over the task of being a troublemaker today, which caused great trauma to his young mind.

The person in charge of supervision at the back was playing with his mobile phone.

We are all men. If we are not forced to do so, who would be willing to stare at other men's butts all the time.

Those who supervise are usually just soy sauce.

Ethan looked at Antonio, and the two exchanged glances.

"Good brother, in my heart."

"Get out of here, you have to buy me a drink when you go out, otherwise this matter won't be over."

We are all old acquaintances, we are all too familiar, and eye contact is enough to express our meaning clearly.

"Get down."

Antonio put on new gloves and said with his eyes closed.

Shame, so shameful.

Ethan unfastened his belt expressionlessly and lay down on the table.

If anyone dares to ask about this damn thing after we go out, we will fall out with him.

Although Antonio didn't touch him, this action was so shameful that it made the corners of Ethan's eyes twitch.

Fortunately, it only takes a few seconds.

Antonio shook his arms randomly, closed his eyes and said, "That's it."

Ethan quickly put on his pants, glanced at this good brother gratefully, and quickly left this place that made his heart tremble.

The pants you put on will soon have to be taken off again.

All clothing, including the entire body, must be taken off and stored in a bag.

He became much calmer about this kind of thing.

The guy is big and not afraid of comparison.

One person received a piece of soap and stood together in a large bathroom. As the high-pressure water gun in the hands of the prison guard sprayed out cold water, a burst of ghostly cries and wolf howls sounded.

Ethan gritted his teeth and rinsed quickly.