My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The entire exterior wall of the small building was illuminated by flashing blue light.

This movement also attracted neighbors to watch.

Several patrolmen raised their guns and looked nervously into the building. They had been on guard just now, for fear that a black muzzle would emerge from inside.

"It's me, sir."

A patrolman heard Ethan's shouting and quickly put down his gun and ran over: "After we came here, we were on alert immediately, and there were guys watching from behind."

"At least when we got to the scene, no one came out of it."

"No matter what happens, don't panic." Ethan leaned to the side and continued to scold: "That will put yourself and the guys in danger."

"I'm not panicking!"

The patrolman swallowed and waved his hands.

"If you don't take your fingers out of the protective ring." Ethan stared at him angrily and shouted sternly: "I'll let you know whether you are panicking or not!"

Judging from his age, he must be in his twenties.

When doing things, I am still so impatient and make these stupid mistakes.

"Feel sorry."

The patrolman's face turned red and he quickly removed his finger from the trigger.

The man was injured, and there was a guy inside who dared to attack the police, which put him in a state of high mental stress.

"Adjust your breathing and don't be confused."

Ethan said casually and carefully walked up the steps.

When walking, the body becomes tense.

Be prepared to run away at any time. There are a lot of blood stains on the steps and porch. These are traces left by Roman and the policewoman.

It's hard to imagine what Burgess went through just now.

Fortunately, she often goes out with the intelligence team and has seen many big scenes. If it were an ordinary patrol officer who encountered such a thing, he would be stunned when he saw two guys fall at the same time.

Stepping onto the porch, his spirits calmed down.

There was no one in the house. Whoever did what just happened must have run away.

There was a big hole in the door.

There are many small holes next to it, which are the marks made by shotguns. No wonder two people fell down. Burgess was also very lucky. If he was lucky, he could avoid it if he stood on the side.

Just as he was about to approach the door, he stopped.

Inside the hole, a flash of light followed the police lights, which was clearly the muzzle of a gun.

Ethan's figure flashed and hid to the side.

When several patrol officers behind him saw his action, they were so frightened that they quickly took a step back, and some even squatted down.

After waiting for a while, nothing happened.

Ethan frowned, turned sideways and kicked the door lock.

"Bang."

The lock bolt flew and the door opened inside.

"Farke."

Looking into the dim room, Ethan cursed.

Inside the door is a column-like bracket with a double-barreled shotgun on it. The trigger position is locked by a mechanism, and a steel rope extends to the side.

There was no gunman inside at all, it was the agency that fired.

He raised his head and looked at the dark stairs.

Ethan narrowed his eyes and immediately retracted his steps: "Everyone retreat and call for support. We need to send more manpower here to evacuate the surrounding civilians."

"Also, call the bomb disposal team. There may be explosive hazards in the house."

In this case, he would not go in.

If there is one, there are two. Who knows if some mechanism may be accidentally touched and a gun placed somewhere may be fired.

A lunatic who can create something like this will not stop so easily.

Hearing that there might be explosives, the patrol officer behind immediately took two steps back. The man just now grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted for support.

Ethan looked at the small building and walked down the steps quickly.

"Click."

He took out his cigarette and the flame lit up.

"Sheriff."

The patrolman let go of the walkie-talkie and walked over quickly: "Should we go in and take a look? The gunman might still be inside."

"Go ahead."

Ethan waved the hand holding the cigarette: "Please do it, don't be polite."

He looked at the patrolman with a somewhat helpless look.

With this kind of brain, just go for a civilian job.

Even if you can't see the person, you can still see the mechanism inside. How could someone who can arrange such a mechanism wait for them to catch him in the house? That's not just taking off his pants and farting.

The other party noticed Ethan's gaze and walked to the side calmly.

At this time, we can only wait for the bomb disposal team to come over.

Since it was not Burgess who was shot, Ethan felt a little more relaxed. The cigarette butt emitted scarlet light, and he thought about Sandro in his mind.

What happened to him was really tragic.

Since the wife was beheaded, the daughter must not be much better.

Working in such a special industry, he should have been prepared to die on the street, but he didn't expect that his family would die first. In this situation, Sandro is extremely sensible if he doesn't go crazy.

The other party took the bullet for himself.

It's not a problem to help him, not to mention, Sandro's way of asking for his help is very sincere.

It doesn't matter if you don't know how to speak.

Sincerity is more important than anything else.

By the way, he also returned a favor, and Ethan immediately made up his mind to help him this time.

After smoking a cigarette, others arrived one after another.

It was about someone from the 21st Precinct being shot. All members of the intelligence team were present, but there was nothing they could do now. They followed the patrol officers to help evacuate the nearby residents.

After a while, Hank hurried over.

He looked around and quickly walked to Ethan who was leaning on the tree trunk:

"Are you sure there are explosives inside?"

"uncertain."

Ethan flicked off the cigarette butt and shrugged: "There is no need to be sure about this kind of thing. Suspicion is enough."

"We can't blow up people anymore, so we need to call the bomb disposal team."

Now that everyone was far away from the small building, Ethan and Hank looked at the few people standing on the porch. They were all wearing explosion-proof suits and holding shields.

These guys also like to risk their lives.

I saw those few people exchanging a few words with each other, then walking into the house holding their shields, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

He took the headset from Hank and put it into his ears.

Inside, there was the sound of slow breathing.

"Check the first floor first."

"Sir, we found something at the back door."

"There is a homemade petrol bomb connected here. If someone wants to come in through the back door, bam~~~"

As expected, these people specialize in explosive disposal and bomb disposal. They are still in the mood to joke when encountering such a situation, and their psychological quality is quite good. There is nothing to say.

Ethan and Hank looked at each other, and the latter nodded.

There was nothing wrong with the handling just now. Fortunately, we didn't rush people in, otherwise big problems would have occurred.

"alright."

The voice of the bomb disposal team's communication in the headset continued: "The inspection on the first floor has been completed, now go to the second floor."

There was another heavy breathing sound. As Ethan listened, the violent music suddenly rang through the entire building. Everyone present could hear the sound without a headset.

I was already very nervous, but now I was even more frightened.

"Everyone, don't move."

Seeing a few people trying to run into the house, Hank quickly stopped them loudly: "No one is allowed in, let them deal with it."

The policeman outside was wearing a bulletproof vest.

The equipment on the bomb disposal team can survive normally as long as it does not encounter a big explosion.

At this time, you cannot step forward to help.

Hearing his scolding, the people who were ready to move quickly suppressed their thoughts and looked nervously into the room.

"Bang bang."

Two more gunshots echoed in the house.

With Hank's words first, no one continued to be hot-headed this time, they just watched nervously.

"I'm fine."

"There was a discovery in the bathroom, damn, there was a body in here."

"Ugh, Fuck!"

"Turn off the damn music."

In the headset, shouts came and went, and soon, the restless music stopped.

Another half hour later, the bomb disposal team in the house finally walked out one after another. Ethan and Hank hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, only to see two more cracks on one person's anti-explosion shield.

"Everything has been checked."

The commander of the bomb disposal team took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his face: "We have disarmed several mechanisms inside."

"There is a body on the second floor."

When he said this, his face looked a little ugly: "You can call the forensic doctor over and hope to find something else."

"Thanks."

Ethan shook hands with the commander, nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Eileen had heard what the other party said later.

Feeling that something terrible must have happened above, she quickly grabbed her cell phone and called the front desk to arrange for someone to come over.

Hank on the side also picked up the phone.

What he needed to deal with was another matter. Why did Burgess and the others come here? Hank knew very well that if something like this happened, all public events involving the dignitary's visit would need to be cancelled.

If something goes wrong, it will be a bigger trouble.

Ethan took the tactical flashlight from the patrolman and called on several people to start checking the situation inside the house.

The bomb disposal team also arranged for a blond guy to accompany them. What happened in the house needed to be explained in detail. They needed to fully understand the murderer's methods of committing crimes.

"The doorbell is connected to the trigger of this shotgun."

The blond boy picked up the pried doorbell button and pointed at the wire above: "As soon as you press it, the shotgun will be fired immediately."

He led the way inside and came to the back door.

"Here, there is a homemade Molotov cocktail."

He pointed upward, shrugged and said, "As long as you touch the mechanism, a ball of fire will fall down."

Looking at the ground, this guy stepped on it.

"Click."

The floor tiles came loose, and there was a soft sound from above, which made Atwater shrink his neck.

"rest assured."

The blond boy waved his hands: "The explosives have been removed and there is no danger now."

"Just be careful, you are facing a smart person this time."

Under his leadership, several people walked upstairs. When they came to the corridor, the blond guy pointed to a floor tile in front: "This thing is used to control the sound switch, trying to influence our judgment."

Ethan stepped forward and stepped lightly.

The floor tiles obviously felt loose. I used my feet to open them and found a device underneath.

The blond boy said nothing and pointed to the bathroom.

The light of the flashlight shone in, and the corners of Ethan's eyes twitched. The bathtub was covered with a layer of plastic, filled with an unknown liquid, and a humanoid object was soaked in it.

The color of the liquid has turned into blood red.

There is an indescribable smell in the air.

This thing can only be handled by the forensic doctor who will come over later. He can't see anything. The faces of others become ugly, but they are still within the tolerance range.

Especially under the gaze of Ethan, he didn’t dare to show anything strange.

There are two more mechanisms in the room.

One of them is right next to the stereo.

There was a shotgun with a sawed-off barrel placed in the cabinet next to them. This was intended to kill them when they were impatient and eager to turn off the music.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, it's a dead end.

"OK, thank you."

After Ethan thanked the bomb disposal team, he immediately arranged the next task.

The matter undoubtedly belongs to the intelligence team.

Fingerprints inside the house, surveillance outside the house, collecting on-site evidence, visiting neighbors to question suspicious persons, all arranged one by one.

A large group of patrolmen, detectives, forensic investigators and forensic scientists were busy around the murder scene. After collecting almost everything at the scene, the group went to Chicago Hospital.

Injured people also need to be seen.

"Hey."

When Pratt saw Ethan walking out of the elevator with a large group of people, he quickly stood up and walked forward, asking excitedly: "Do you have any clues about that bastard? I will never let that guy go."

She usually treats the patrol officers with a bad taste.

But when something happened, Pratt was the one who was most worried. She had watched batches of patrol officers grow up.

"Don't worry, everything is being handled."

Ethan waved his hand and looked at the ward next to him: "What's going on with the two of them now?"

Not only Platt and Burgess, there were many people waiting outside the ward.

In fact, they can't do much, but they need to come and show support at this time. Everyone is doing this job and may experience this kind of thing.

No one wants to wake up alone when something happens to them.

"Thanks for the bulletproof vests."

Pratt buckled his belt and said after a while: "Roman has come out, and the K9 is still undergoing surgery. Fortunately, the vest blocked most of the projectiles, but some still entered the body."

"It will cause some damage, but it's not life-threatening."

Everyone in the intelligence team breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, it can be considered good news, at least his life is safe.

"ah?"

Ethan spread his hands and blinked: "When I rushed to the scene, I saw that the two of them had fainted."

To be honest, he was already mentally prepared.

Surprisingly, Platt's words didn't seem too serious.

"It fell."

Platt rolled his eyes at him: "After being shot, they fell on the steps and hit their heads."

The corners of Ethan's mouth twitched, holding back a smile.

The others didn't know what to say, so they dispersed.

In a place like this, there are acquaintances everywhere.

Sometimes it can be regarded as an alternative social occasion, where you can chat about recent events. After all, it is usually difficult for a large group of people to get together with nothing to do.

Ethan walked to the bench next to him, pulled down his pants and sat down:

"are you OK?"

"Um."

Burgess nodded, knowing that the two people were fine, she had calmed down.