My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"You bastard."

Hank pressed down the cigarette butt helplessly: "Just tell me if you have any ideas."

"Don't laugh, it makes me panic."

"This is what I think." Ethan put away his smile and knocked on the table carelessly: "There is a way, even if the other party goes online and receives the message, they will not be frightened and run away."

"The club manager will definitely contact the line in a hurry."

"That is."

He chuckled again: "They were robbed."

"If it's not the police, it's just a competition between peers, it will only make them think of ways to find out who their opponent is, instead of hiding in the first place."

"These people will also discuss this matter without restraint."

Ethan shrugged and said: "At this time, if we monitor the club manager, we will definitely get good results."

"Waterfa."

Erin thought of a possibility and asked stammeringly: "You don't want to rob them, do you?"

Looking at Ethan's eyes, he was a little shocked.

This guy actually came up with such a crazy idea and even wanted to rob a lone criminal. He was a policeman. Irene felt a toothache when she thought about this, but she felt a little excited for no reason.

"Why not?" Ethan spread his hands and shrugged:

"If all the goods are taken away, they won't be able to start work."

"Before the opponent is solved, these people will not think about building any new workshops elsewhere."

"When something like this happens, the manager will definitely panic and contact the people behind him. Is there a better way than this?"

In the office, it was quiet.

Although Hank's eyes twitched, he still seriously considered the feasibility of this method.

After thinking about it, I think it's okay.

It sounds a bit shocking, but who said they can't rob? As long as the report is submitted, they are working with a license.

In the middle, albeit with some risk.

But think about it, it's still worth a try.

"No one can die."

Hank pointed at Ethan and said seriously: "Otherwise there will be trouble. The idea is yours, and you can perfect the method."

"I'll go communicate with the director."

He grabbed his coat and stood up: "This matter requires Director Fisher's nod."

"Wait for my notification."

Hank does things vigorously and resolutely.

As soon as he thought it was feasible, he immediately thought of a way to implement the matter. In just two or three sentences, he closed the office door.

The room became quiet.

The door was closed, and when we were talking about things just now, the blinds were also closed, and a smile appeared on Ethan's lips.

Next to her, Erin noticed something was wrong.

She stood up quietly and tried to walk outside.

"ah!"

A quick low cry sounded.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Ethan grabbed her.

The latter's body flew up and landed on Hank's desk in panic.

"Asshole, what do you want to do?" Erin blinked and said nervously: "Don't go crazy, don't forget, this is Hank's office."

It was okay if I didn’t say it, but Ethan’s eyes brightened even more when I mentioned it.

"bump."

He held the table with both hands and said viciously: "Just now, you dared to pinch me, right?"

"What do you want?"

Erin took a deep breath and puffed out her chest.

She quickly glanced outside, raised the corner of her mouth, and before Ethan could react, she smiled and turned her back on him, and violently hugged the other person's head with both hands, using a powerful suffocation technique.

A few minutes later.

Both of them looked serious and walked out of Hank's office.

Ethan and the people outside said goodbye one after another, and then left the violent crime team. During this period, he looked at Erin's twisting figure and rubbed his sore nose with his hands from time to time.

This guy is so cruel.

Returning to the intelligence team, I had just gone upstairs when I heard shouting.

"good news."

Halsted put down the phone and said excitedly: "The Glock I found last night has been subject to ballistic monitoring."

"There is one thing you will never guess."

Ethan stopped and waited for him to give the expected answer.

"What is it?"

Eileen was somewhat interested: "Have you matched up with the previous murder case?"

When testing the murder weapon at the scene afterwards, I occasionally encounter this situation, but I don't understand why my partner is so happy.

"Convenience store shooter."

Horsted snapped his fingers and said excitedly: "This is the gun used."

"Waterfa!"

"No way?"

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

Everyone raised their heads, and even Rusek braced himself and spread his hands: "Are you sure you heard correctly?"

This happened, and it was full of surprises.

Nothing was done, the case was solved, and a big pie fell from the sky.

"That's right."

Horsted looked cheerful: "I confirmed it, it's the same gun."

"Great." Ethan high-fived him and pretended to be happy: "Then let's close the case together. The matter ends here."

With such an operation, a few dead people would memorize everything.

As long as you don't reverse the verdict later, no one will find out what's wrong with it.

Everything is solved perfectly.

"Those bastards are better off," Olinsky put his bipods on the table and sighed: "For Bain, everything is over. I hope she can live a good life in the future."

The members of the intelligence team couldn't help but feel a little regretful that they were unable to bring those people to justice.

Ethan smiled and was about to walk into the office.

At this time, Hank and Director Fisher hurried upstairs together, both of them looking serious.

"Director."

It was rare to see these two people coming together, so everyone in the intelligence team stood up.

Fisher nodded in response and looked at Ethan again.

What Hank said just now frightened him. He stopped talking to the other party and went straight to the intelligence team with him.

He needs to confirm it in person before he can make a decision.

Okay, Ethan waved and led the two of them into the office, closing the door with a bang.

"Hey."

Antonio kicked his feet and the office chair slid next to Erin's desk: "What happened? Is something wrong with Nadia?"

Not only him, but others also cast curious glances.

"She's fine."

Erin shook her head and sorted out the files on the desktop: "Wait a minute, you will know."

"Right now, it's hard to say."

Legal robbery.

Thinking about it now, Erin was still a little speechless.

Before this kind of thing is finalized, it's better not to tell others about it.

After all, it's too scary.

In the office, Director Fisher stood in front of his desk, folded his hands and looked at Ethan.

After a moment of silence, he asked with interest:

"Come on, tell me your plan."

How long had passed since then, when he came up and asked about the plan, Ethan smiled bitterly, but it was not false at all.

Robbery is what I'm good at.

An idea came to him at random in his head. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and started talking non-stop.