My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Yes."

When everyone heard this, they cheered immediately.

They all slapped Hank on the shoulders and laughed happily.

However, there is one exception.

"no problem."

Hank nodded first, then looked at Ethan with a dark face: "But, why me?"

He got stabbed without doing anything.

At the very least, you have to figure out why, and you have to understand it to death.

"There is no reason." Ethan said with a smile: "Who calls you the deputy director? You are the head. If you don't treat me, who will treat me?"

This made perfect sense, and Hank was unable to refute it.

He had already been put on the rack, and there was no chance to refuse now. He muttered helplessly and took out his wallet from his pocket, took out two hundred dollars and patted it on Erin's hand: "That's it, no more."

Erin smiled and immediately put the money away.

It doesn't matter if it's not enough.

According to Ethan's current habits, well, the informant funds are extremely sufficient anyway.

Olinsky accompanied Horsted to deposit the heroin in the evidence office. Others were not in a hurry to change clothes and walked into the technical room with Hank.

Since Jean left, there haven't been many opportunities to put this place to use.

There was some dust accumulated on the countertop in front of me.

Ethan sighed with emotion. After knowing that he had caused such misery to his son, Gene's old father regretfully gave up his gambling habit, went out to find a job, and tried his best to make up for his mistakes.

The whole family is working hard in life.

Last month, Gene arranged to have a late-night snack with him and paid back two thousand dollars. Although he no longer looked as relaxed and relaxed as before, his life was still pretty good.

"Anything gained?"

Ethan gathered his thoughts and followed a few people around inside.

On the table, two computers were turned on. They were all equipped with audio monitoring interfaces. One was monitoring the manager's mobile phone communication records.

The other one was a listening device installed on the guy's collar.

"have."

Hank nodded. He bent down and held the mouse awkwardly: "Not long after you escaped just now, that guy made a call."

"Some things were mentioned on the phone."

"Let me do it."

Atwater saw this and quickly pulled out his chair.

He took the mouse, skillfully moved the pointer to the historical monitoring record, then adjusted it to the time recorded by Hank, and tapped lightly on the left button with his finger.

"blue."

From the nearby speakers, the club manager’s panicked voice came: “Hey, man, something bad happened.”

"Faq, we're under attack."

“Tip???”

This was another person with a rich voice and he looked very surprised.

"No, what I just meant was that we were robbed." The club manager said in a panic, "A group of people suddenly rushed in just now. They were very professional and wore masks and other things."

Hearing this, several people in the technical room looked at each other and smiled.

Ethan threw a cigarette into his mouth and continued to listen.

"They acted very fast." The club manager stammered: "All 20 kilograms of our goods were stolen."

Well, now at least we know how much stuff we robbed.

The audio file became quiet, and only heavy breathing could be heard.

Just from this voice, you can feel the anger of the other party.

A few seconds later, the rich voice sounded: "I think you made a mistake. It was you who was robbed, not us."

"I suggest you better post a reward on the road."

"If you can't find the origin of those people tomorrow, all of this will be blamed on you."

The sound ends here.

Ethan raised his eyebrows. This guy named Lan is really interesting and ruthless in what he does.

At Hank's prompt, Atwater turned on the audio eavesdropped on another computer. The sound was seamless, but now there was no other person's voice, and it was of little value.

The back and forth was filled with angry growls from the club manager, words like Fake and It's over.

"It seems that this guy named Lan may be online." Ethan flicked off the cigarette ashes and said in a deep voice: "But we still need to continue monitoring, we can't let go of any information."

"That's right."

Hank nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "Arrange a person to monitor here tonight and record the information clearly."

"Tomorrow, you will launch an investigation based on the information on hand."

"Gudu."

Atwater's throat rolled, and suddenly he felt the chair burning his buttocks.

Not bothering the two masters, Ethan patted Atwater on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work tonight, I will bring you coffee tomorrow."

"Thanks."

Atwater was a bachelor, so he shrugged and said, "I just earn a little more overtime pay. Don't envy me."

This job is relatively easy.

Just sitting here playing with my phone and recording important information when I hear it is not too busy.

However, overtime pay is not easy to earn.

Even though things are easy, the exhaustion of running all the time is still very tiring.

No one was envious, they all patted him on the shoulder, cleaned up, left the police station and went straight to Molly's Bar. They should be busy and have fun, and no one should be left behind.

the next day.

Ethan carried a pile of breakfast and closed the car door.

Squinting at the early morning sunshine, he put one hand in his pocket and walked towards the front door of the police station.

"Woof."

A fierce bark made him jump back in fright.

In a police SUV nearby, a German shepherd poked its head out of the window, its scarlet tongue sticking out of its canine teeth, and it was breathing heavily.

"Feel sorry."

A policewoman with short blond hair in uniform walked over quickly and said sheepishly: "I didn't scare you, I just let it breathe."

"Butcher."

The policewoman shouted dissatisfied at the German Shepherd: "You can't scare people like this, it's too rude."

German Shepherd took a few breaths, turned around and lay back down.

"fine."

Ethan shook his head and saw the policewoman closing the dog cage and asked curiously: "Are you from the K9 team?"

K9 is the homophone of dog.

Police dog squads generally like to be named after this number. This kind of squad is quite difficult to get into. I heard that the training process is more troublesome than that of the police academy.

"That's right."

The policewoman shook her short hair and said curiously: "This is my anti-explosion dog. It specializes in searching for explosives. It's called Butcher."

"You are also a policeman, you don't look like it."

This short-haired policewoman is not pretty, but she is very spirited.

"That's right."

Ethan shook hands with her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, is it because I'm too handsome?"

"That's right, this often annoys me."

"Hahaha."

The short-haired policewoman laughed heartily: "What you say is really funny, but to be honest, you are indeed handsome."

"Thanks."

Ethan let go and said with a smile: "You are also very interesting."

"By the way, what are you doing?"

The two chatted casually and walked toward the front door of the police station together.

The short-haired policewoman put her hands in her pockets and curled her lips and said, "A foreign dignitary will be visiting Chicago in a few days, but he has received a bomb threat in the mail."

"I received orders to work with the patrol officers to check the threat list."

"We need to determine which people are just talking and who really want to make threats."

"damn it."

The policewoman looked at the front door of the police station, shook her head and said, "I hate the 21st Precinct."

"Hey."

Ethan spread his hands and said teasingly: "Do you want to reconsider what you just said?"

"Feel sorry."

The short-haired policewoman waved her hands quickly: "That's not what I meant. I hate the 21st Precinct. My ex-boyfriend works here. He is an annoying guy. I hope I won't meet him this time."

Ethan smiled and fist bumped with the short-haired policewoman: "Okay, I can accept this statement."

The two walked up the steps together to the reception hall.

In front, Burgess and Roman were standing next to the reception desk, and Platt was talking to them.

"welcome."

Seeing the two people going upstairs, Pratt quickly raised his arm and greeted the policewoman: "K9, right? Welcome to the 21st Precinct."

After receiving the other party's response, she waved and introduced:

"This is Burgess and Roman. They are two police officers. They will work with you to check the people on the list in the past two days."

Just now, Pilates reminded them to be kind.

Both of them turned around with smiles and looked at the K9 officers who came to support the work.

When Burgess saw that the person coming was a policewoman, he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, it's a pleasure to work with you."

But the other party folded his arms and looked at Roman expressionlessly.

Ethan noticed that Roman's smile seemed to collapse and disappeared immediately. In an instant, he thought of a possibility, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of shaking hands, Burgess put down his hand in embarrassment.

Before she could say anything, Ethan touched the shoulder of the short-haired policewoman and asked in a wicked way: "Please, Roman is not your ex-boyfriend, is he?"

As soon as these words came out, Pratt immediately lay down on the reception desk.

Looking at the writing pad in his hand, his ears perked up.

Burgess also opened his mouth in surprise, and his big eyes flickered. He had long heard Roman mention that he had fallen in love with his female partner before, but he never expected to meet him under such circumstances.

"cough."

Now, awkward Roman.

He didn't dare to blame Ethan, so he could only look straight at the ceiling.

"That's right."

The short-haired policewoman sighed: "I'll wait for you two outside."

After saying the next sentence, she crossed her arms and walked outside expressionlessly. Compared with just now, her whole body's temperature seemed to have dropped a lot.

"Thank you for your generous gift?"

After the short-haired policewoman left, Burgess and Pratt asked Roman questions in unison, and both of them sounded very excited.

One is gossip.

The other one is curiosity.

"Sheriff."

Roman looked at Ethan resentfully, then turned back to Pratt and said, "Look, can I?"

"cannot."

Platt flatly refused. She picked up the writing board in her hand and tapped: "Everyone has already arranged their tasks today, and there is no room for change."

When speaking, there is a smile in the corners of the eyes.

As soon as Roman opened his mouth, she knew what he wanted to do.

Looking at Pratt, Ethan smiled and shook his head. This guy's bad taste came out again. It was her pleasure to see others unhappy.

"damn it."

Roman was crestfallen and said with a depressed look, "I shouldn't have gone to work today."

He said no more and walked downstairs with heavy steps.

"Hey."

Ethan stopped Burgess and took a cup of coffee from the bag to her: "I think you will need this very much today."

Caught between a pair of ex-lovers, she was definitely not having a good day.

"Thanks."

Burgess also suddenly realized this problem, took the coffee with a frown, and stuck out his tongue at Ethan.

Watching Burgess running downstairs, Ethan noticed a playful gaze falling on him.

"you shut up."

He said casually, left a cup of coffee at the reception desk, and Shi Shiran walked upstairs.

Pratt didn't dare to ridicule this person.

She held her chin and looked at the other person's tall figure blankly. In her mind, she thought of her own youth.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Atwater walking out of his office wearing a coat.

"Yo."

Ethan handed the breakfast out: "Are you sure you don't need to sleep a little longer?"

Judging from his appearance, he had just woken up.

"No."

Atwater took the bag and yawned: "Rusek came to take over at around six o'clock. I also slept for a while last night, and I'm fine now."

Working in the intelligence team is far less regular than being a patrol officer.

He has long been accustomed to this kind of work pressure, and he has a few hours of sleep, which is enough to replenish his energy.

Nadia had a day off and came to work today.

Nodding to her, Ethan looked at the whiteboard.

The photo of the club manager has been posted, with a blue word written next to it and a question mark drawn underneath.

Olinsky hasn't come here yet, but there's no need to wait for this kind of thing.

The morning briefing started with the aroma of coffee.

Erin put down her pen and looked at everyone:

"I have investigated the club manager's situation clearly and there is no criminal record, not even a traffic ticket."

She put her hands on her hips and shrugged:

"In addition to running a heroin dispensing plant, he was nothing short of a good citizen."

"Five-star kind."

"It can only mean that he is a cautious guy." Horsted took a sip of coffee: "This is good news. This kind of person has not experienced some things, so he will not be a hard-core person. He may be a breakthrough."

The most fearful thing is the kind of veteran who has been in the palace for a few times and is very aware of the police's methods.

Those people were like meat on a hob, and all methods had no effect, so Horsted's expression seemed relaxed.

"Where's this blue one?"

Ethan sat down at Atwater's desk and pointed to the question mark on the whiteboard.

The goods inside have been removed.

The next step is to arrest people. We must find a way to follow a line and arrest all these people.

"You can't guess how much today's criminals like to use this nickname." Rusek spread his hands and said helplessly: "There is no way to find it. There are too many people named Lan. We need more information."

"Atwater?"

Ethan snapped his fingers and looked at the big black man.

"Uh-huh."

Atwater quickly swallowed the sandwich and took out the record book in his hand: "The club manager called this guy several more times last night and asked the other party to give him more time."

He cleared his throat and said in a louder voice: "Unsurprisingly, this request was rejected."

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