My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Messy and rapid footsteps sounded in the stairwell.

Second floor.

third floor.

Accompanied by chuckles and rapid breathing, footsteps moved quickly.

"Wow."

Erin quickly took out her keys, opened the door, and threw her bag to the floor of the apartment.

"Bang."

Ethan flicked his arm and the door closed tightly.

Having just stayed at the Red Bridge Club for so long, the two of them were very interested in having a friendly discussion about the social activities they just saw.

"Hey, good evening."

There was a soft cry from behind, but it sounded like thunder.

The sound startled the two of them, and they quickly separated and looked behind.

"cough."

Nadia coughed awkwardly and raised her hands: "Before you do something, I want to ask, do you want to have midnight snack?"

In her hand, she held a golden fried chicken leg.

The table next to it was also filled with all kinds of food.

After Nadia got off work, she went to buy a bunch of fried chicken and planned to have a happy night with Irene. Unexpectedly, not long after she sat down, the scene in front of her happened.

She had no choice but to stop him verbally.

Otherwise, based on the emotions of these two people, they probably wouldn't even notice that they were here and would start discussing some things.

But when she saw it was Ethan, she was still shocked.

Unexpectedly, the two of them started making trouble without saying anything. They must have been stimulated at the Red Bridge Club just now.

There was a cunning light in her eyes.

"Shet."

Erin exclaimed, straightening her clothes and running quickly into the bedroom.

His face was as red as anything.

I was so carried away just now that I forgot that I was living with Nadia.

Now that she saw it, Irene threw herself on the bed in shame.

This time, it had to be teased for a while.

Thinking of this, she thought a doll on the bed was Ethan, gritted her teeth and punched it, beating it flat.

"OK!"

Unexpectedly, Irene still acted like a child. Ethan rubbed his nose and walked towards the sofa in the living room with a smile: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to discuss tonight's mission with Detective Lindsay. Condition."

"fine."

Nadia showed a knowing smile and waved her hand: "Don't worry, I understand."

But her waving hand stopped.

His eyes stopped at a certain place, showing a horrified look.

Subconsciously, I grabbed the fried chicken drumstick in my hand and swallowed hard. This drumstick was so big.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan also noticed something and sat down quickly.

He didn't panic, he opened his mouth to Nadia and showed his white teeth.

It's just childish, so he won't feel embarrassed.

"Let's have a midnight snack."

Nadia hurriedly picked up the fried chicken bucket in front of her and carried it to Ethan.

This time, it was Ethan's turn to stare blankly.

Because he returned home, the other party was dressed in home attire, with an unusually loose vest, and the inside could be seen at a glance.

The scenery is beautiful and the mountains are rising.

Following Ethan's gaze, Nadia looked back, her face turned red, and she turned around and sat down.

You two look at me, and I look at you.

A few seconds later, Ethan stretched out his arm and said with a smile: "It's okay, everyone will not suffer."

"Hahaha."

Nadia also chuckled and bumped fists with the other party.

She put her hands away and wiped her hands on her pants calmly. There was already a layer of sweat on them.

What just happened made her heart beat wildly.

Good guys, Chief Morgan and Detective Lindsay, when did these two people get together? Thinking of this, her brain was starved of oxygen.

"Creak."

Without changing his expression, Ethan grabbed a golden and crispy fried chicken wing and took a bite.

Although she was complaining in her heart, she could not drive Nadia out. Now, she could only calm down her emotions.

Soon, Irene also walked out of the bedroom seriously.

She also pretended that nothing happened, sat on the sofa, and ate supper together.

The three of them chatted without saying a word.

In fact, they didn't know what they were talking about. The atmosphere in the room became more and more subtle, and the speed of eating became a little faster.

"What?"

Nadia wiped her hands with a tissue, picked up a glass of Coke, and glanced at Irene: "I have something to do. I want to go out."

"Half an hour, is it enough?"

"not enough."

Ethan bit the thin tube and said with a smile: "At least an hour, by the way, I remember there is a small bar next to it, you go and have a seat."

This girl is sensible, really too sensible.

"Bang."

A sofa pillow was viciously smashed over by Irene.

"Don't listen to him."

Irene was annoyed and ashamed, and said to Nadia: "You stay, he will sit for a while and then leave."

"Ha ha."

But under the signal from Ethan's eyes, Nadia smiled and walked out of the apartment quickly, slamming the door shut with a bang.

Laughter, stop now.

But she left in no hurry, blinking her eyes.

Turning around, he quietly put his ear against the door and bit his lips.

After a few minutes, Nadia's eyes became brighter and brighter.

She sighed softly and then walked downstairs listlessly.

"bump."

The apartment door closes.

Ethan threw his shirt over his shoulders, held his cigarette in his mouth comfortably, and walked towards the stairs.

"Hey."

One up and down, two low calls.

He and Nadia, who had returned, happened to meet each other on the corridor.

"Did you go back?"

Nadia subconsciously said hello, but when she saw Ethan's current attire, she took a breath of cold air. The cocktail she had just drank at the bar instantly hit her head, and the alcohol was flooding her head.

The strong abdominal muscles were covered with glistening sweat.

The male hormone rushed towards her, shaking her body.

"careful."

Ethan quickly reached out and grabbed the other person.

After drinking, if he rolled down the corridor, it would be okay. Even if he broke a bone, he would be considered lucky.

"Thanks."

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Nadia pounced forward.

When she bumped into that strong body, her head buzzed and she became completely dizzy.

"Don't drink too much."

Ethan smiled and pushed her away: "I'm leaving first, see you tomorrow."

"correct."

"You shouldn't talk about this matter everywhere, right?"

"Won't."

Nadia nodded and shook her head quickly.

She didn't know what action she should take now.

"Um."

Ethan coughed dryly and hurried downstairs.

The next day, Ethan returned to the police station refreshed.

Of course, someone followed up on the jewelry store I asked about last night, and they all became police officers, so they didn’t have to do everything themselves.

"Good morning."

As soon as he walked up, he said hello to Nadia.

"morning."

Nadia's body tensed up instantly when she saw Ethan's bright smile, and she nodded quickly and replied.

The sound from last night seemed to still be echoing in my ears.

Looking at the black T-shirt in front of her, she seemed to be able to see the strong abdominal muscles underneath, with drops of sweat hanging on them.

Thinking of this, Nadia's heart beat faster.

Eileen also reminded her last night that she should pretend nothing happened when she came to the police station. The other party didn't want this matter to become known to everyone.

Nadia quickly lowered her head, grabbed the ballpoint pen and wrote on the paper.

But she couldn't understand what she was writing.

"Boss."

Rusek saw him appear and waved quickly, with a look of turmoil on his face.

"Um?"

Noticing Nadia's distracted look, Ethan smiled and walked towards Rusek: "What's the matter?"

"Hey hey hey."

Rusek grinned a few times and asked in a low voice: "You know, please tell me!"

He raised his eyebrows as he spoke.

There were ripples on his face.

Not only him, but Horsted's ears also quietly perked up.

"Oh, Erin didn't tell you?"

Ethan scratched his face and looked at Irene, who was sitting diagonally across from him with a smile. She was expressionless, sitting on the chair solemnly, her fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"Who dares."

Rusek shrugged, looking scared.

This was a relatively special undercover operation. If he dared to ask Irene, he wouldn't be afraid of being beaten to death.

"Is such that."

Ethan rubbed Rusek's shoulders and said in a deep voice: "I can only think of one thing right now."

"What's up?"

Rusek swallowed, his eyes bright with excitement.

"I only remember that I paid half a million US dollars in dues last night." Ethan slapped him hard on the shoulder a few times: "If you can't catch the gunman, I will fine you with a year of cleaning."

"Waterfa?"

Rusek asked in shock: "The dues are half a million dollars?"

"Why does it cost so much? Do the people inside just drink champagne from one bottle to the next?"

According to the limit of his imagination, that's it.

"wrong."

He reacted quickly and asked with an aggrieved look: "Why do I have to clean up when I can't catch anyone?"

"hehe."

Ethan smiled but said: "Because you are too curious."

No longer paying attention to Rusek, who looked helpless, Ethan looked elsewhere. Antonio and Atwater's tables were empty, and Olinsky was still tapping in the tea room.

"Atwater didn't come over."

Upon seeing this, Horsted quickly explained: "He and Burgess continued to follow Layla."

"As for Antonio."

He continued: "I have already gone with Roman to the jewelry store you asked about last night."

"OK."

Ethan nodded and looked at his watch.

It was now nine o'clock, so Antonio naturally had to go there early to keep an eye on him and get the information.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and Ethan didn't say anything. Although last night was a task, it was also personal privacy. After a few words of Rusek, others would naturally not mention it again.

After all, it's a romantic occasion, so it's not appropriate to ask questions.

He buckled his belt and walked towards Eileen's position. The other person's typing on the keyboard obviously sped up a bit.

Hold the table with one hand and look at the computer screen.

The above is describing last night's undercover operation. Of course, there are many details that need to be concealed.

Listening to Irene's breathing, the corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

The tail finger of his left hand stretched out like lightning and lightly tickled her waist a few times, causing her body to tremble violently.

"hiss."

Ethan took a breath and quickly let go.

Knowing his character, Irene was well prepared. She stretched out her hard soles and stamped hard, instantly calming him down.

Wrinkling his nose, Ethan dragged his feet towards the tea room.

Behind the scenes, Erin was still looking at the computer screen expressionlessly, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"how's it going?"

He walked into the tea room and sat down next to Olinsky.

There is a thick stack of various documents and forms, with everything written on them very detailed and clear.

"Ding."

Orlinsky pressed the last button and tore off the note: "That's almost it."

He bit the candy and looked at the paper in his hand with satisfaction: "In another hour, it will be done. Next, it will be signed by you and Hank."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ethan patted Olinsky on the shoulder and brought up the old matter again: "What are your thoughts on that matter?"

"I'll think about it again."

Olinsky's hand movements paused and he slowly shook his head.

This kind of thing cannot be figured out in a day or two.

Ethan said nothing more, picked up the ballpoint pen placed next to him, and started to sign at Olinsky's signal.

About half an hour later, there was a noise outside.

Throwing away the pen, Ethan flicked his wrist and walked out quickly. Antonio and Roman had already returned to the office, and they were talking about something.

"How about it?"

Walking forward, Ethan and Antonio fist bumped: "Did you find anything?"

"have."

Antonio took a sip of coffee and put down the cup: "After some friendly inquiries, the owner of the jewelry store admitted that someone did come to the door yesterday and asked him to help find the seller."

"I showed the jewelry store owner the photo, it's Terry."

Roman also nodded, looking happy.

The case progressed smoothly, and not only him, but also everyone became happy.

"Arrange a deal."

Ethan nodded, waved and said, "We need to catch the gunman as soon as possible."

As long as the shooter is caught, there is basically no problem with the case.

"I have asked the owner of the jewelry store to contact Terry. He dare not not cooperate." Antonio shook the phone in his hand: "I just said that I have found a buyer and can arrange a transaction at any time."

"Now, I just need to wait for the other party to call back."

Yes, Antonio is reliable in doing things.

Ethan bumped fists with him again with satisfaction, it shouldn't take long.

That guy Terry killed someone, and he must be so anxious now, waiting to get the money and run away.

If he has money, I don't believe he can hold back.

"Jingle Bell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

Antonio looked at the caller number, signaled everyone to be silent, and quickly answered the call to communicate with the other party.

"It's Terry. He contacted the owner of the jewelry store."

Antonio hung up the phone and said excitedly: "In just half an hour, the Museum of Natural History."

"very good."

In just a few seconds, Ethan came up with a trading plan. He explained a few words and issued an order in a deep voice: "Everyone set out and bring the gunman back."

This time, it will be impossible for Terry to escape.

For the sake of money, he can kill others, so for the sake of money, he will naturally easily step into the trap.

The wages of avarice is death.