My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A few simple words put the white boy into a state of confusion.

He swallowed the bread in his mouth with difficulty and blinked at the guy standing in front of him.

Ethan nodded, indicating that he was serious.

The white boy smacked his mouth and his mind was spinning wildly.

This is a restaurant.

There are prison guards everywhere. If you beat someone here, you will be detained for several days at least.

One is confinement, the other is neurosis.

Without thinking too much, he immediately made the right choice, clenched his fist, and lightly swung it at the bastard in front of him, hitting Ethan's chest with his small fist.

The punch he didn't dare to use had unexpected consequences.

"ah!!!"

Ethan screamed, waving his arms and retreating.

By coincidence, he bumped into Atwater's back. The latter was worried about Tucker. He was suddenly startled by the collision and subconsciously swung a shot from behind.

"Bang."

A solid elbow made Ethan eat it in response.

He bared his teeth and threw himself to the other side, knocking the food off several old black tables and knocking over several people.

"Boom~"

The prisoners in the restaurant suddenly became restless.

When the white boy started, few people noticed, but now it was obvious that several old black men were beating up a white man.

Seeing this, five or six strong white men overturned the dinner plates in their hands.

Corn kernels soared into the air and beef patties flew.

The gang roared and rushed towards Atwater, fists as big as sandbags falling like raindrops.

When Atwater noticed that the person he knocked over was Ethan, he looked confused. Before he could realize what was going on, several strong men rushed up to him and hit him on his face. A few punches.

The dispute between black and white is an eternal theme in prison.

I saw several white people surrounding an old black man hammering away at him, and the old black men next to me also roared to greet him.

For a moment, a dozen or twenty strong men in orange-red prison uniforms were punching and kicking, fighting in a chaotic mess.

The white boy looked at the scene in front of him and felt like crying.

Damn it, I just waved my fist lightly, why did I want to make such a big fuss!

The time spent in confinement is considered short, even two or three days.

"Dududu."

As soon as the commotion became louder, Antonio immediately blew the brass whistle quickly, and at the same time drew out the baton from his waist and hit the restless crowd head-on: "Stop it, get down!"

Prison guards from other directions also rushed over quickly.

The baton was swung and struck against the flesh with a banging sound.

This movement was extremely spectacular.

Ethan knocked over the old black men, knocked one down with one punch, and quickly rolled around on the ground a few times to avoid the chaotic crowd.

He put his hands on the back of his head and watched the chaos with a smile.

He glanced around and focused on the white boy.

The latter noticed Ethan's expression, his whole body was trembling, and his brain was twitching.

Farke, this guy is such an asshole.

Neuropathy! ! !

The white boy cursed in his heart and followed the other man's example and lay down.

In confinement, just squat.

I don't dare to reveal this lunacy, otherwise, I won't know how I died in the future.

The inexplicable riot quickly stopped.

In the restaurant area, a large number of prisoners dressed in orange-red clothes were crowded together. Dinner plates and food were scattered all over the floor, making the scene a mess.

"I don't like to be interrupted while eating."

Parela buckled his belt and was furious: "I've always wanted to treat you bastards as human beings. In the final analysis, you are just a bunch of ungrateful beasts."

There were more than a dozen prison guards surrounding the restaurant.

Some people even brought over anti-riot shields, and everyone had batons in their hands.

Panting sounds sounded from time to time.

It took them a lot of effort to subdue this group of irrational criminals just now.

"Who is being targeted."

Parela gritted his teeth and looked at Antonio aside.

No matter what, things still have to be dealt with.

Throwing the targeted person into a protected confinement area is the simplest and most convenient method.

Those who dare to take action will take their time to deal with it.

"this."

Antonio waved his baton and pointed it at Ethan, then continued to move, pointed at Atwater and said, "And this, both of them are targets of attack."

"Um."

Parela waved his hand: "Take these two bastards away."

Several prison guards, including Antonio, stepped forward, handcuffed Ethan and Atwater, then lifted them up and pushed them in the other direction.

"Investigative surveillance."

"I need to find out who threw the first punch," Parreira said to the others.

"Whoever it is, let him enjoy the taste of confinement."

Hearing this, the white boy's bladder felt sour. He buried his head deeply under his arms. He didn't know what the hell he saw today. It was so difficult.

During the chase, Erin stared at the screen and blinked.

A black BMW X5 quickly turned around from the street corner. The person in the car put down the sun visor, and she was wearing a mask on her chin. She slammed the pause button.

It's late at night, is there any need to dress like this?

Moreover, the hand holding the steering wheel was shining with a strange luster. If I guessed correctly, it must be wearing disposable gloves.

She pursed her lips and quickly took the pen next to her.

After transcribing the license plate number, the relevant information of the car owner was quickly queried in the police system.

"Hank."

She turned her head and shouted to the office inside: "I found something here."

Hearing this, Hank inside and Horsted on the opposite side quickly walked to Eileen's side, and the three heads looked at the computer screen together. Eileen stretched out her finger and clicked on the time of the surveillance video:

"This time was shortly after the incident."

"The surveillance video was captured by a police camera nearly 800 meters away from the incident site."

"And the address of the car owner is right here."

Erin raised her hand and waved the note excitedly.

"Go ahead."

Hank patted her shoulder and motioned for her to set off with Halsted.

Having been a police officer for so many years, it was hard for him to believe in coincidences.

The time is the same and the behavior is unusual.

This alone is enough for people to go and investigate.

Erin and Horsted left in a hurry and drove the gray Dodge to the address where the owner's registration information was registered. However, when they saw the surrounding street scene and heard the birdsong in their ears, neither of them looked right.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

Horsted unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the gray-white single-family villa next to him with frowning eyebrows: "Do the people who live here need to do that kind of thing?"

In the garden, bonsai green plants are neatly trimmed.

This house, which costs at least two to three million, is completely different from the apartment building they imagined.

"Just go and see it and you'll find out."

Erin took out the key and opened the door: "Maybe, this gunman is good at making money."

"Those bastards can make money much faster than us."

The two of them crossed the small garden and walked up the steps together. Irene looked up at the craft wall lamp on the porch, shrugged at Horsted, and reached out to ring the doorbell.

Stand aside and place your palm on the handle of the gun.

Not long after, the front door opened with a click, and a blonde girl appeared in front of them.

She is eighteen or nineteen years old, like a college girl.

The blonde girl swung her ponytail and looked at the two people standing at her door:

"How can I help you?"

"Chicago police."

Erin grabbed the police badge hanging on her chest and signaled to the other party: "Let's come over."

"I bought it."

The blonde girl slapped her forehead and interrupted Irene: "Is it because of illegal parking?"

"I originally planned to pay the fine, but it just takes a little time. There is no need for you to tow my car away. Don't worry, I will definitely pay the money."

She turned around and looked inside the room:

"Please, please, there is no need to let my father know about this."

Hearing this for a while made Horsted's head hurt.

He clicked the police badge on his waist and said helplessly: "Please see clearly, this is the Chicago police, not the employees of the impound lot."

"What kind of car do you drive?"

"BMW X5."

The blond girl blinked: "You asked me what I was driving the car for. It was towed away two days ago. Did something happen?"

"God, if my dad knew."

"Which parking lot?"

Horsted waved his hand again, stopping her from continuing.

After getting the name of the trailer park, he glanced at Erin, and the two of them turned around in unison, leaving the confused blonde girl behind.

"I'm calling Hank."

As Erin walked out, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket: "A car that should have been in the impound lot is wandering on the streets of the South District late at night, saying there is no problem. I don't believe it at all."

The Cadillac and a patrol car drove into the car impound lot.

Everywhere he looked, there were all vehicles that had been towed for traffic violations. Not far away, there were many cars that had been stripped down to their outer shells, piled on top of each other.

Drive along the side aisle all the way to the inside.

The Cadillac stopped in front of a bungalow. Hank pushed open the door, rubbed his boots on the ground a few times, and kicked away the stones next to him.

He sniffed, and there was a smell of rust in the air.

The patrol car behind also stopped.

Burgess and Roman got out of the car together. They walked quickly behind Hank with solemn expressions.

Everyone else is outside now and can't come back.

Hank naturally asked two patrolmen to follow him there to avoid any unexpected situations.

The movement of the vehicle attracted the attention of the people inside.

A potbellied white man walked out holding a dirty towel. When he saw the two men in uniform, he paused and walked over quickly: "Officer, how can I help you?"

"I believe you can."

Hank lifted up his clothes and showed his police badge: "Chicago Police Department, 21st Precinct."

"An illegal car in this impound lot appeared at the crime scene. We came to understand the situation."

"Isn't this possible?"

The white man scratched his hair and threw the towel over his shoulder. He said in confusion: "This is not an ordinary parking lot, this is a vehicle impound lot. Every vehicle must be strictly registered when entering or exiting."

"We need information on all staff members."

Hank shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "And the duty record sheet, please provide it."

"No problem." The white man's thick neck moved:

"Please wait a moment, I'll call the manager out."

He looked at Burgess and Roman behind him, then pulled the towel and walked into the bungalow.

The few people outside were standing quietly.

Burgess clasped her duty belt with both hands and drummed her fingers on it quickly. She pouted and pumped the air with her cheeks.

Working with Hank was originally a good job.

But the rest of the intelligence team was gone, and now it had become a chore. There was no one to talk to, and she didn't dare to chat with Roman next to Hank.

As his head shook, he saw a figure flashing in the distance.

The tall, fat body was desperately escaping into the distance. It was the staff member just now.

"Hey!"

Burgess immediately pulled out his gun, spread his legs and chased after him: "Stop, don't run."

"Don't shoot."

Hank shouted hurriedly, cursed, and ran forward.

Ever since he got older, he was most annoyed by this kind of chase scene on foot, which made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Uh-huh."

Roman's figure flashed past him and quickly surpassed him,

"Shet."

Hank simply stopped and waved his hand: "Surround us on the left and right, be careful the other side has a gun."

Boots rustled on the ground.

Burgess waved his arms and swung his slender legs to run hard. Due to his size, the distance between the two was quickly closing, and the bellows-like breathing could be heard from a long distance away.

"Stop or I'll shoot."

Although Hank had orders, it was okay to scare him.

Not only was it a threat, Burgess's gun was vaguely aimed at the opponent's feet, his finger was on the trigger, and his eyes were shining.

Influenced by Ethan, she now has more ideas of her own when doing things.

As long as he is not beaten to death and his mouth can speak, it will be fine.

Just when she was about to pull the trigger, with a snap, the white man disappeared from the shooting range. The other party took advantage of his advantage and got into the maze-like parts accumulation area and began to circle around crazily.

"Farke."

With just two seconds left, Burgess cursed secretly, lowered his gun and continued to chase forward.

The white man just ran some distance in the other direction and met Roman head-on. The man came at him menacingly, and the baton in his hand shook. He was so frightened that he grabbed the car parts piled aside and pulled hard.

"Boom."

A pile of parts were scattered, stopping Roman in his tracks abruptly.

The man turned around, sweating profusely, and continued running to the other side. In his panic, instead of running far, he started running in circles.

Burgess held the pistol and quickly approached following the sound of his violent breathing.

After turning two corners, I found the fat figure of the man.

"do not move."

She held up the gun and rushed out from behind the shelf: "Otherwise I will shoot."

"Bang bang bang~~~"