My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In front of me is an old apartment building.

I just found the woman's address and registered it on it.

As soon as I walked into the corridor, I could smell the unique smell of leaves. In this kind of community, this thing is almost the same as cigarettes.

Ethan was already used to it, so he rubbed his nose and walked up the steps.

Put your hand down and press it on the butt of the gun.

His and Irene's skin colors were still somewhat dangerous in a place like this.

"Is this need of yours the reason why you have many women?"

The two of them walked upstairs side by side, and with the sound of footsteps, a word sounded quietly from beside them.

When Erin asked, she stared at him curiously.

This bastard has an astonishing amount of energy. As long as he has free time, he will do it endlessly and he can't even stop himself.

"ah?"

Ethan froze and staggered: "Who, who is slandering me?"

A look of grievance and anger.

Good guys, Rusek and Atwater, these two bastards, who are they doing?

"Hank."

Irene rolled her eyes at him, curled her lips and said, "You are still pretending. He warned me a long time ago that there were many women where you came."

Damn it, there are bad people among the crowd.

Ethan scratched his head. After all, Erin was his adopted daughter. It seemed normal to have such a warning. There was no way to blame Hank.

"cough."

He coughed and did not deny it: "Then you still?"

At this time, we must not discuss it in depth, we must make jokes to divert her attention.

Eileen had known this for a long time, but she still continued to choose to be with her.

This shows that she actually doesn't care very much. Next, she just needs to find a way to fool him.

"Yes or no?"

Ethan touched her shoulder, raised his eyebrows and asked: "To be honest, are you coveting my handsomeness?"

"Waterfa?" Irene was stunned.

Next, fists and feet flew.

Ethan laughed loudly and ran upstairs quickly, quickly leaving the angry Irene behind.

He didn't stop until he reached the fifth floor.

After waiting for a few seconds, Irene caught up with her panting. After a few more punches, she said angrily: "What, you want to divert my attention?"

"Let me tell you, I won't do that with anyone else."

"Don't even think about this kind of thing."

Ethan smiled and scratched her nose, hugged Erin and walked into the corridor.

People!

Either you push yourself further or you take a step back.

Irene is taking a back seat now. The meaning is very simple. She has already mastered some situations and doesn't want to deal with them, but don't expect her to do anything else.

Ethan could only take her to find someone quickly, and don’t wait until Chicago was mentioned again.

"Dong dong."

The two of them stood in front of the apartment door, and Ethan bent his fingers and knocked on the wooden door.

There was faint music and murmurs inside. Looking at the two light spots on the radar that almost overlapped, he grinned at Irene.

The latter rolled his eyes and stood sideways.

After waiting for a few seconds and seeing that the light spots were still overlapping, Ethan knocked on the door a little harder.

"who?"

Inside the apartment, there were shouts of dissatisfaction.

It was a woman's voice, somewhat high-pitched and full of resentment.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan slapped a few more times: "Chicago police, open the door."

At this time, the two light spots that were almost overlapping finally separated and were moving rapidly in the room. After about ten seconds, the door finally clicked open, and a black girl appeared in front of them.

Big earrings, long curly black hair.

She was wrapped in a white nightgown and her figure was quite plump.

"What's matter?"

The woman's eyes were alert. She only opened the door a crack, and the door chain was still hanging on it.

"Either you take off the door chain and we have a chat." Ethan's mouth twitched with a smile: "Or I kick the door open and we have a nice chat with you. Which one do you choose?"

The threatening tone was obvious.

The two methods of chatting are naturally very different.

The other party was still out on bail, so he couldn't stand up at all, and he didn't even dare to ask for a search warrant.

After hesitating for two seconds, she closed the door.

There was a slight movement on the wooden door, and it quickly opened again.

The woman swung her arms and twisted her fat buttocks to sit on the sofa in the living room. Then she picked up a cigarette and lit it. She exhaled smoke from her bright red lips and said, "I wonder what the two police officers have to do with me?"

"Is there anyone else in the house?"

Erin carefully checked the environment of the apartment and asked, holding the handle of the gun.

You can't be careful in a place like this.

No one knows if an old black guy will suddenly jump out and fire at him.

"No."

The black-haired woman swung her earrings, shook her head and said, "I'm the only one here."

As she spoke, she bit down hard on her cigarette.

Inside the house, the sound just now continued.

Ethan walked into the bedroom, and the picture on the TV was jumping, looking extremely spectacular, and the little whip was being whipped around.

On the bed beside him, the quilt was messy.

Many very interesting toys were thrown randomly above.

"Hey."

The black-haired woman spread her hands in dissatisfaction and shouted: "Walter, what do you mean, don't you understand what personal privacy is?"

"Feel sorry."

Ethan shrugged and stood next to the window: "I really don't understand."

"If there is no one, what were you doing just now?"

"Are you here to talk to yourself?"

The shameless look made the black-haired woman almost choke on her cigarette. She was a little angry. She turned her head and saw Irene had just come out of the bathroom. Seeing both of them looking like this, she was immediately discouraged.

"Say it."

She muttered a few words, bit her cigarette impatiently and asked, "What do you want?"

The two guys in plain clothes in front of her made her stop thinking about competing.

These two weren't patrolmen, so they weren't that easy to fool.

Under the signal from Ethan's eyes, Erin took out two photos from her pocket, one was a photo of the ring, and the other was a picture of the woman being photographed when she went to a jewelry store to sell things.

Two photos fluttered lightly onto the table.

"Does it look familiar?"

Ethan took out the Python revolver from the holster and patted it on his thigh: "You know the people inside, right?"

The person above is herself, how could the black woman not recognize him.

Her fingers trembled as she looked at the photo.

Erin noticed that Ethan had drawn out the pistol, and felt confused for a while. She looked at the black woman: "Where did you get the ring on this?"

"Don't say you picked it up. That's insulting your own intelligence."

The black woman just looked at the photo and said nothing. After a few seconds, she raised her head and looked at Ethan pleadingly.

She knew very well what would happen to her as a mouse.

"Bang bang."

Ethan curled his lips and tapped the barrel of the gun on the glass: "Hongmi, are you tired?"

"If you fall from the fifth floor, someone will die."

"If you don't want to die, come in. Please, there are your footprints all over the window sill. If you can, just stay out and hide."