My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Intelligence Unit.

Ethan picked up the coffee cup, and when he saw the photo of himself and Atwater in prison uniforms posted on the whiteboard, his eyes twitched.

After thinking about it, he smiled and shook his head.

Taking the cup, he quickly walked to the observation room, where a group of people were watching.

The shooter has been found, along with recording evidence.

A whole string of chains pointed directly at Grant. Under the joint interrogation of Hank and Olinsky, his defenses were quickly broken, and he was crying inside with snot and tears.

"Do you believe it?"

Ethan took a sip of coffee and said to Nadia who was standing next to him: "He is definitely not sad for Maya, nor is he remorseful for instigating others to commit murder."

"What's that for?"

Nadia was puzzled, gritted her teeth and looked at the person in the interrogation room.

At such a young age, I never expected to do such a thing.

"This kind of person will never regret anything he has done." Ethan patted her shoulder, shook his head and said, "The reason why he cried was because of the great future he missed."

"That's right."

Atwater covered the wound on his cheek with an ice pack and said relieved, "I'm glad that we touched his most painful place."

"It doesn't matter, there is a basketball court in the prison."

"He can show off his talent there."

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of low laughter in the observation room.

"besides."

Ethan stretched out his hand towards Atwater, and their fists collided: "Show others his tender anus."

"Yo~~~"

Erin pushed Ethan in disgust: "Don't be so disgusting."

"correct?"

She thought of something and asked excitedly: "While you were in there."

"Uh-huh."

Ethan, Antonio, and Atwater all turned their heads and fell on her face with warning eyes, looking somewhat murderous.

"never mind."

Erin pinched her fingers and made a zipper-tightening motion with her mouth.

The interrogation ended soon.

What awaits Grant is prison life.

Standing by the window and watching the prison van responsible for transport leave, Atwater sighed. He walked to the whiteboard and slowly took down Maya's photo.

No matter what, he finally had an explanation for that mother.

Sheriff's Office.

Ethan was sitting on the office chair, writing furiously.

Unknowingly, there was a thick stack of paperwork and reports here again.

"Boss."

Nadia knocked on the door and walked into the office: "This is what your lawyer asked me to forward to you, saying that everything has been settled."

"Thanks."

Throwing the pen aside, he took the document bag.

Ethan stretched out and looked at Nadia, who was wearing a black skirt and a white shirt, highlighting her graceful figure.

"Wait a moment."

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he stopped the other party from leaving: "I haven't cared about you for a while. How have you adapted recently?"

Nadia stopped walking out. She quickly turned around and pushed her hair behind her ears:

"fine."

With a smile on her face, she said, "I'm very happy. I feel fulfilled every day."

"That's good." Ethan scratched his face and said with a smile: "Since you have been here for a while, I think it is necessary to assess your business ability."

Hearing this, Nadia clasped her hands nervously.

She had never heard of it, and what kind of business ability was being assessed? This made her eyebrows slightly wrinkled and her expression became nervous.

"Well, let me test you."

Ethan coughed dryly and gently patted the documents piled up beside him:

"Can you write a clerical report?"

"ah?"

Nadia's red lips parted slightly, with a look of astonishment on her face.

The little girl reacted quickly. She smiled, walked closer, smiled and leaned down to pick up the clerical report in front of Ethan: "Irene taught me, don't worry, I can write it."

"If you don't mind, I will write for you from now on."

Black lace is faintly visible in the gap between the buttons of the shirt.

Nadia's hair was blown by the air-conditioning wind, and a few strands drifted, gently blowing to her nose.

"How embarrassing."

Ethan smelled the perfume and rubbed his nose: "Then I'll trouble you."

"It doesn't matter."

Nadia turned around with a smile and walked outside.

Why didn't I realize before that this girl is so well-informed and knowledgeable? Well, she is an excellent employee and could use more overtime pay.

Watching her leave with satisfaction, Ethan grabbed the document bag he had just placed on the table.

It's heavy and quite thick.

It shook, and a crashing sound was heard.

Could it be.

Ethan thought of something and quickly untied the rope above.

When I opened the bag, my eyes lit up. Inside were various contracts and documents proving the purchase of the house, as well as a large bunch of keys.

After spending several days, the procedure was finally completed.

He looked up and looked outside. A group of people from the intelligence team were chatting and spanking.

Grabbing the document bag and storing it in the space under the table,

After spending a lot of cash, he gained a house, which put a smile on his face.

Looking at the time, it's four o'clock in the afternoon.

Well, after working so hard today, it seems reasonable to take a sneak peek.

He turned off the computer and walked out of the office.

"Pop."

He clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention: "Everyone did a great job in this case, especially Atwater. I would like to give you a verbal praise."

"It's all what I should do."

Atwater waved his hands, not daring to take credit: "This was a team effort."

"Um."

Ethan nodded. He glanced at his watch and continued: "I'm going to chat with the informant. I'm leaving now. If you need anything, call me."

"As for you, everyone is tired."

"If anyone wants to chat with the informant, they can leave at any time, it doesn't matter."

The faces of the people in the intelligence team became strange.

What kind of ghost informant, everyone is a human spirit, and you can hear the meaning behind Ethan's words.

If you want to get off work, you can do so now.

"That's right."

Rusek stood up with a smile: "I remembered that I also made an appointment with an informant for dinner tonight."

"Me too." Eileen moved her head quickly, her eyes shining:

"I haven't been to a spa with an informant in a long time."

A group of people looked at each other and burst into laughter. Ethan waved his hand and walked quickly downstairs.

I took a shower, made another phone call and went out.

He got in the car and started wandering around the streets of the South District, going here and there. After about ten minutes, he parked the car at a motel.

The car door closed and he walked towards the room where the cleaning trolley was parked not far away.

From far away, you can hear a burst of laughter.

Leaning against the door frame, Ethan smiled and looked inside. Fiona and Veronica were wearing janitor uniforms and were laying bedding inside. Both of them were bent over.

The buttocks twist and turn, the scenery is charming.

Not knowing what joke was just said, Veronica laughed a few more times.

Sensing the eyes falling behind her, Fiona quickly turned around and cast a wary gaze.

"ah!!!"

When she found out it was Ethan, she screamed happily and ran towards him.