My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There are mostly tall factory buildings around, and there is sparse traffic not far away.

The grass under the trees by the river swayed in the wind.

As Burgess said, this place is very suitable for hiding. There is no surveillance around. Parking the car in a secluded corner will make it very hidden.

"I see."

Ethan nodded and waved: "Everyone searches separately, paying special attention to areas with garages."

"Call a few more patrol officers to come over and check it out together."

"clear."

The few people behind nodded and immediately dispersed.

Working in teams of two, they quickly searched for remote areas. Roman grabbed the walkie-talkie from the patrol car and called loudly.

In terms of duties, patrol officers are lower than them.

But the patrol police also play a huge role and can provide them with very powerful help in all aspects.

After bumping fists with Burgess, Ethan turned around and got in the car.

With the radar on hand, of course it is most convenient to search by car. All you need to do is drive close to the building. Even if the truck is parked in the building, the two light spots together will still be obvious.

After driving through one street, quickly turn around at the next intersection.

Along the river, the search continued.

Some distance ahead, Olinsky and Rusek were seen standing on the bank of the river. Both of them looked directly into the river.

"Hey."

Ethan drove over quickly, turned the steering wheel, and parked the car not far behind the two of them: "What did you find?"

"bump."

He closed the car door and strode over.

"Ethan."

Olinsky took off his duck-billed hat, turned around and said seriously: "We need to contact the fire station, something is wrong here."

There were a few ruts on the dirt floor.

Looking at the direction, it was rushing in along the river bank.

Ethan quickly quickened his pace. When he came to Olinsky's side, he took a breath of cold air. The barbed wire fence on the bank was overturned and fell into the river.

The river was trickling, and a truck was faintly visible underneath.

The few people looked at each other, and Ethan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"That guy."

Rusek swallowed hard: "He should have taken the hostages away, yes, that must be the case, yes."

Self-comfort makes no sense.

Ethan took out a cigarette from his pocket and said in a deep voice: "Contact the main station and ask them to notify the fire department to arrange for a crane to come over."

Hearing this, Rusek hurriedly took out his cell phone.

A lake breeze blew, and gray smoke rolled into the sky and quickly dissipated.

There were many patrol policemen surrounding the huge crane.

Knowing that a child was also kidnapped touched the hearts of many people. They looked at the small truck being hoisted high, put their hands together, and prayed silently in their hearts.

In the innermost part are the intelligence team.

Ethan raised his head and watched the crane lower the truck.

There was a muffled sound when it hit the ground.

Before the people from the fire station could untie the cable, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the hammer from the firefighter's hand, and swung it hard at the iron lock on the tailgate.

"Boom."

A loud noise echoed along the river bank.

Throw the hammer to the ground next to you, pull the handle, and push up the tailgate of the vehicle.

"Wow."

The remaining water in the carriage immediately poured out, soaking his pants completely.

The situation inside can also be seen at a glance.

"Jesus."

Antonio gritted his teeth, looked up at the blue sky with floating white clouds, moved his fingers quickly on his body and forehead, and uttered blessings to the deceased.

On the side, Erin and Burgess looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"Farke."

Atwater swung his feet hard at the stones on the ground, sending them flying more than ten meters away and falling into the river with a splash.

With a press of his hands, Ethan rolled into the car.

The sound of heavy footsteps struck everyone's hearts.

Two people, one large and one small, were lying on the floor of the carriage. Their hands and feet were tightly bound, and black tape was tightly wrapped around their mouths.

The skin is extremely pale and has some swelling.

Squatting down, Ethan gently brushed away the messy hair from their faces and took a closer look.

There was no doubt that these were the husband and child of the check exchange clerk. He tightened his cheeks and stood up, strode outside, and jumped out of the car with a bang.

"Confirmed."

Looking at the people in the intelligence team, he shook off the water in his shoes: "They are the kidnapped hostages."

"damn it."

Erin cursed excitedly: "That bastard obviously had the opportunity to put the person down and park the car in a corner. He can escape no matter how he wants."

"Why, you must kill someone."

The surrounding Chicago police officers all fell silent, and the firefighters quietly gathered their belongings.

No one wants to see this kind of thing.

"Shet."

Irene's chest rose and fell, and she cursed: "I won't notify you of this death. I don't want to see that poor woman."

In her forties, her husband and children were gone.

That kind of emotion can be imagined.

Ethan moved his eyes to look at the group of men. Wherever he looked, these bastards lowered their heads one after another, all showing signs of resistance.

A department like theirs is not afraid of gunfights.

But tears.

"Olinsky." Ethan patted the water stains on his pants and said helplessly: "You go with me."

Boss, it’s not that easy to be a boss.

When encountering this kind of thing, you can't shrink back.

But there is still a backing up. Olinsky is about the same age as the opponent and has more experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

Leave it to others to deal with the scene.

Ethan got in his car and took Olinsky to the woman's home.

The other party had just been frightened and fainted before. After regaining consciousness, he went home and waited for news. He didn't know how he would react when he heard the bad news.

Thinking of this, he lit up his cigarette irritably.

The vehicle drove rampantly under his driving, venting his anger.

"Shua~"

The tires scraped hard on the ground and stopped suddenly.

The two people in the car looked towards the three-story building on the roadside. There were several children's toys scattered on the lawn in front of the house. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see the woman sitting on the sofa inside.

His back was almost motionless, and his golden hair fell limply.

"Let's go."

Ethan shook his head, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Together they crossed the stone path in the front yard and walked up the steps to the porch.

"Bump bump bump."

There was a knock on the door, and the dull sound echoed in the house.

This movement brought the dazed woman back to her senses. She stood up suddenly and rushed towards the front door. She was relieved when she saw a familiar face through the peephole.

She quickly unlocked the two safety locks and opened the door.

"Ms. Nomark."

Ethan didn't know how to react, so he could only say expressionlessly: "I am Chief Morgan, and this is Detective Olinsky. I have met you before."

"I remember you."

Nomark responded repeatedly, avoiding the two of them and looking behind them.