My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A few people were goring up the cows in the corridor.

Fisher looked at the guys in front of him and felt a headache.

Now I am a sandwich biscuit, and I am in a dilemma. The call from the General Administration directly calls me, and I have to let him go.

But the three people in front of me are not vegetarians either.

The senior police detective, sergeant, and deputy director put pressure on him collectively. The opinions of these people could not be ignored by him.

Even the director must consider the impact.

Fisher also got wind of what happened to Olinsky. At this time, he could not stand up for his subordinates, but had to confront him, for fear that his prestige in the 21st Precinct would plummet in the future.

This time it was the family members of the police officers who were threatened.

All police officers in the station know where to sit with their butts without having to think twice.

"Boss."

Just then, a shout came from behind.

"What's up?"

Ethan, Hank, and Fisher turned their heads together and asked impatiently.

This momentum scared Atwater to a halt.

Hank and Fisher quickly realized that the boss was not calling them.

"give it to me."

Looking at the writing pad in Atwater's hand, Ethan reached out and took it: "What is this?"

"That's it." Atwater said nervously under the gazes of several people: "I have retrieved the communication records of the two gunmen last night and found something."

"They made a phone call to Judge Lachlan's office yesterday afternoon."

"However, it only shows an extension number."

"Give me."

Director Fisher took the clipboard from Ethan's hand and looked through it with frowning eyebrows.

He knocked on the information on it, pushed open the interrogation room door, and several people followed him.

"can I go now?"

Seeing a group of them coming in, Lachlan stood up and said dissatisfied: "You are Director Fisher, right?"

"I will reserve the right to pursue prosecution for the treatment I suffered at the 21st Precinct."

"Especially him."

While speaking, Lachlan looked at Ethan angrily and wanted to point his finger at the bastard, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

"Judge Lachlan."

Director Fisher gritted his teeth, put the writing board on the table, and tapped the communication records on it: "Now there is evidence that the lone dealer we killed last night called your office."

"What's your explanation for this?"

"This is impossible."

Lachlan grabbed the writing board with a strong face and looked at the information on it.

His face changed slightly, and he was surprised to see that it was indeed his office number. He looked back and his fingers trembled.

In my mind, I thought of a possibility.

"Snapped."

Lachlan slammed his writing board down, his face turning red: "This is my assistant's extension number."

"What do you mean?" Director Fisher breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Is this something your assistant did?"

"Just make a phone call and find out."

Judge Lachlan took a deep breath and looked at Ethan: "If that's okay."

Hit the passenger car by mistake!

Ethan frowned, was it such a coincidence?

Looking at Hank, he nodded.

At this time, it didn't hurt to give him a call. Ethan took out Lachlan's cell phone and slid it on the table.

The other party hurriedly took it and was about to dial out.

"Wait a moment."

Ethan thought of something and warned: "Call your office secretary, put on speakerphone."

"knew."

Lachlan gritted his teeth and dialed the phone quickly.

"Hey, boss."

A woman's voice sounded from the opposite side: "Are you feeling unwell today?"

"Um."

Lachlan groaned and said the assistant's name: "Let him answer the phone. I have something to ask him."

"Unfortunately."

The secretary's voice on the opposite side continued: "He also felt uncomfortable just now. After handing over the matter at hand, he has already left the office."

"Is there anything you need me to tell him?"

"without thanks."

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Lachlan's forehead, and he hung up the phone with force.

Is it such a coincidence that I happened to feel unwell, and now I left in a hurry. It was obvious that I saw that I didn't go to work and felt that something had happened.

His own assistant, protecting criminals.

Not only that, but a network of independent traders has also been established.

When Lachlan thought of this, his vision went dark. If this matter went out, his position would definitely be in jeopardy.

"Your assistant's license plate number and home address?"

After hearing the content of the call, Ethan immediately realized that he had really hit the passenger car by mistake, and that the real person behind the scenes was already on the way to escape. He grabbed Lachlan by the collar and shouted:

"Right now!"

"The unique product they created killed dozens of people. If you don't want to bear these responsibilities for him, I advise you to cooperate."

Lachlan was shocked and quickly told what he knew.

Now, I don’t even dare to mention the matter of accountability.

I just want that bastard to be caught and then find a way to clean himself up.

"action."

Ethan had no time to waste any words now, so he shouted hurriedly and rushed outside. Atwater and Olinsky quickly followed behind.

When he came to Datong Room, he slapped the table twice:

"Don't be in a daze."

He shouted quickly: "Antonio, Jay, you stay and post the wanted information, and the others will follow."

While talking, he quickly ran downstairs.

We have to race against time. If it is really the judge's assistant who did it, the other party must be taking the money and running away. If he takes that step at night, the other party will be in trouble when he escapes from Chicago.

Not only should we chase him inside his home, but we should also keep someone behind for secondary defense.

Several people in the Chase Room were waiting for the information anxiously.

I didn't know which direction things would progress, but not long after Atwater entered, he saw Ethan running out in a hurry.

Their reaction was also very fast, and the few people whose names were not called immediately followed him and ran downstairs.

Just as the two people who stayed behind were about to walk towards the interrogation room, Hank strode out. He quickly said the information about the judge's assistant. Regardless of whether he was wanted or not, he was wanted first.

Blue police lights, flashing.

The Cadillac Escalade leads the way, racing through city streets with indomitable momentum.

The two cars following behind quickly crossed each other.

After getting in the car, Ethan told the others the current situation through the intercom. After they understood what happened, they threw the intercom aside.

When you do a job like selling alone, you usually hide your money at home.

Elsewhere, they will always feel uneasy.

This is why Ethan immediately led people to rush to the judge's assistant's house. As long as there is a 30% chance, he can take a gamble.

Ten minutes later, we arrived near the assistant's address.

Ethan quickly turned the steering wheel, the Cadillac wiped out several black marks on the ground, and the vehicle quickly turned the corner.

There was a flash of silver light, and a BMW drove towards me.

The two cars passed each other, and the people in the driver's seat looked into each other's eyes.

The guy in a black suit was looking at him with a panicked look on his face, his face covered in sweat, and there were two travel bags on the back seat of the vehicle.

Ethan quickly pulled on the handbrake and turned the steering wheel sharply.

"Crunch!"

The tires were overwhelmed and a puff of white smoke billowed out.

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