My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hyde Park.

In the living room, the lights are bright.

The three men sat opposite each other, looking at each other with very serious expressions.

"Um."

Ethan swallowed the last sip of whiskey, put the glass down gently, and continued to pour the wine: "Go on, I'm listening."

I don’t know what’s going on, so I won’t express my opinion for the time being.

Being able to find these two people together is a big deal and cannot be agreed rashly.

"There is something."

Matt tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "I am not suitable to take action at the critical moment, so I need you to help Sandro to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Still saying nothing, Ethan Shishiran lit a cigarette.

Slowly blow out the smoke and smile.

"Sandro."

Matt tightened his cheeks and said in a deep voice: "His wife's head was chopped off."

"Daughter, too."

When he said this, the words stopped.

Some things don’t need to be said too clearly, as long as the meaning is clear.

Ethan turned his head and looked at Sandro in shock.

I still remember that during the operation that night, the other party took out his pocket watch and looked at the photo of his daughter as if it were a treasure.

Sandro has been drinking silently from just now until now.

Noticing Ethan's eyes falling on him, he trembled with his fingers, looked back with a smile, and nodded silently.

"Feel sorry."

Standing up, Ethan walked over quickly: "I'm sorry to hear this news."

"Thanks."

Looking at the hand that Ethan held out, Sandro held it firmly.

The strength was so great that veins popped out.

"That's it." Matt took out his cigar and lit it, sucking on it a few times and blowing out the smoke: "After the incident, we investigated for a while and found that the person who attacked Sandro was a Mexican independence cartel."

"All this is to seize the market."

"Fausto is their boss and he gave the orders."

Matt picked up the wine glass and took a big sip: "We need to use some method to find Fausto, an eye for an eye."

The last sentence seemed so murderous.

His face was also full of murderous intent.

Sandro was his hunting dog, yes, but he was also his friend.

This kind of thing requires equal revenge.

It was impossible for Matt not to take revenge when his subordinates and friends' families were treated in this way. After obtaining some information, he immediately thought of coming to Chicago to find help.

With Ethan's help, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

This time, Sandro didn't have any objections. He had seen the ability of the person in front of him in Medellin before, and he also knew what the other person could do.

"If you can, please help me."

Sandro is withdrawn and has always been taciturn.

He held Ethan in his hand and took out a card from his pocket with his other hand: "I'm not very good at talking. There are five million dollars in it. I hope you don't think it's too little."

The strength in his hands is still there, and his eyes are very complicated.

How to describe it, it gave people the feeling of indescribable sadness, which was buried deep in his heart.

If there is no catharsis, this man will go crazy sooner or later.

It's normal to encounter anything in the industry. After the initial surprise, Ethan calmed down, but when he saw the bank card in the other person's hand, he blinked a few times.

Are people nowadays so particular?

"Jingle Bell."

At this moment, the phone vibrated violently.

"Excuse me."

Ethan let go of Sandro's hand, shrugged and took out his cell phone: "I'll answer the phone first."

"Hey."

As soon as the connection was connected, Pratt's voice came from inside:

"Someone from Burgess was in trouble. Someone was shot. I'm notifying the others. You should go over to provide support. We are at 3316 West 21st Street."

She quickly gave another address and hung up the phone immediately.

Looking at the phone, Ethan's head buzzed.

problem occurs!

Without any time to think about it, Ethan looked at Sandro: "We'll talk about it when I get back. It's an emergency."

"It's okay." Not only Sandro, but Matt also waved his hands and said: "Go and do your work, we will wait for you here."

They can hear the voice on the phone.

The word "shot" couldn't be more sensitive.

"If you're hungry, just find something to eat by yourself." Ethan confessed and rushed outside quickly.

Pushing open the door, the steps jumped down.

The car lights pierced the darkness and drove quickly towards the scene of the incident. Ethan held the steering wheel and anxiously took out his cell phone to call Burgess.

The call was put through, but no one answered.

He quickly hung up and called Roman again, but still no one answered.

Put down your phone and step on the accelerator.

Flashing police lights and the roar of vehicles roared through the intersection.

Three minutes later, we arrived at the place.

The buzzing of ambulances and patrol cars was particularly harsh. Under the steps of a small building, several people gathered around and shouted.

Ethan stopped and quickly got out of the car:

"Burgess!"

In two or three strokes, he pushed aside the crowd of patrolmen and ambulance personnel. He gritted his teeth and looked inside.

I saw two people in patrol uniforms lying on the steps, their bulletproof vests had been taken off, their chests were dripping with blood, and their eyes were tightly closed.

It's Roman, and the canine policewoman.

"Hey, get out of the way."

The emergency personnel reacted, pushed him away with force, and said hurriedly:

"What are you doing? We are in a hurry."

Burgess was squatting next to the short-haired policewoman. Her hands were stained with blood, and her face was streaked red and white.

"I bought it."

When she saw Ethan appear, she rushed towards him quickly and said with red eyes: "Damn it, Roman was shot."

Her body was still shaking as she spoke.

Seeing the ambulance personnel coming forward to check on the two people, Ethan quickly hugged her away.

"Are you OK?"

He held Burgess's face in his hands and asked nervously, "Are you hurt?"

At this time, you can't blame her for not answering the phone.

When something like this happens, you must be busy rescuing your colleagues immediately. You can't worry about the ringing cell phone. It would be nice if you can calm down and follow the procedures to complete the rescue.

"I'm fine, not hurt."

Burgess shook his head in panic: "The two of them kept quarreling and talking about the past."

"However, I still remember what you said to me before."

"Stand to the side, not in the middle of the door."

She swallowed her saliva and breathed heavily: "I just wanted to remind the two of them to stand a little further, when Roman pressed the doorbell, and there was a bang, and they both fell down together."

"I didn't have time to think about it, so I dragged them down immediately and notified the main station."

"Then, it's about being alert."

Burgess' thoughts were extremely confused, and he said incoherently: "By the way, there is also first aid."

Not far away, there was a hole in the door.

There were a lot of debris on the ground.

"It's okay."

Ethan looked at the hole and held Burgess in his arms: "Don't worry, leave the rest to me."

"Um."

Burgess saw the two people being carried on the stretcher and quickly pushed Ethan away:

"You do what you have to do, and so do I."

After sniffing, she quickly stepped forward and watched nervously as the stretcher was carried onto the car, then immediately got in. Roman and the policewoman both had their heads drooped and looked unconscious.

Due to some unwritten rules and feelings of colleagues, as partners, they need to be by each other's side.

If something like this happened to Roman, she would also need to go to the hospital with him.

Ethan gritted his teeth as he watched the ambulance leave. Fortunately, Burgess was okay, but Roman was a member of the 21st Precinct, and the policewoman also came to help the 21st Precinct.

He turned around and whipped out the python.

He strode towards the three patrol officers who surrounded the front door: "This is the intelligence team sergeant of the 21st Precinct, Ethan Morgan."

"Who was in charge of controlling the scene just now?"

Thanks to brother Leyi for the reward and support, thank you!