My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"How about it?"

Olinsky took out the cigarette case and lighter from Ethan's pocket and asked annoyedly: "What did you talk about? Is she okay?"

"nothing."

Ethan started the car and turned the steering wheel: "She can't possibly get better. The rest of her life will be torture for her."

"No matter what choice she makes."

"That's right."

Olinsky did not know the special meaning of these words, shook his head and said: "Her life has been ruined, and there will never be any possibility of repair."

"By the way, where are we going?"

Seeing the vehicle going the other way, Olinsky threw the cigarette he had taken two puffs out of the window: "This is not the way back to the police station."

"To fulfill our commitments."

Ethan pressed the accelerator hard and said coldly: "There is only one way to find that bastard as quickly as possible."

The Cadillac roared and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Chicago Hospital.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened, and the two people rushed to find the room number Nadia had just sent. On the way there, they received a notification from her that Wash's surgery had been completed.

Now it seems that they are lucky.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw the patrolman sitting and waiting outside the ward.

No need to look for it, it’s right here.

"Sir."

Seeing the two men with police badges and plainclothes approaching, the patrolman quickly stood up and said, "The prisoner has just been sent to the ward not long ago and he has not yet woken up."

"very good."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "Stay outside and don't let anyone in."

"clear."

The patrolman swallowed and nodded quickly.

Ethan pushed open the door and strode in with Olinsky. Wash was lying on the hospital bed. Perhaps because of the painkillers he had just taken, his expression looked a little comfortable.

He took out disposable gloves and quickly put them on himself.

He walked to the head of the bed, grinned at the sleeping Wash, spread his fingers, and pinched the bandage on his shoulder hard.

"ah!!!"

Painful roars came from the ward.

The patrolman standing outside the door suddenly trembled when he heard the sound. He moved slightly and then stopped.

"What's your companion's name?"

The effect of the painkillers had obviously faded a lot. Ethan looked at Wash with a smile and squeezed hard: "Also, where is he?"

"Farke."

Waves of severe pain came from his shoulder, causing Wash to wake up quickly. He slapped the hospital bed painfully:

"Let go, I need a lawyer."

"No lawyers."

Ethan groped for a sunken place, rubbed it hard with his fingers and said, "It's just me. If you don't tell me, I guarantee you will go into the operating room again."

"Let go."

Wash hissed loudly: "You bastard, let go now, I need a deal."

"You plead for me, otherwise I won't say a word."

"Hey."

A shout came from outside the door: "Damn it, get out of the way."

There were hurried footsteps, and a doctor wearing a Chicago hospital uniform rushed in: "What are you doing? This is a hospital!"

When he came inside, he was stunned.

Two men full of evil spirits surrounded the patient, one on the left and the other on the right, glancing at him with cold eyes.

The patient on the bed was covered in cold sweat.

"No matter who you are." The doctor swallowed his saliva and said excitedly: "This is a hospital, a place to save people. You can't do this."

At this time, the patrolman outside also followed.

He was a little embarrassed and stood in the corner with an awkward expression.

"You have your job."

Ethan stepped forward and stared into the doctor's eyes: "I also have my job."

"this person."

Pointing to the hospital bed, the cold voice continued: "His accomplices drove a truck with hostages into the river because the robbery failed."

"A little boy of several years old and his father were drowned alive."

"What we are doing now is to find the robber and give the child's mother an explanation."

"so."

Ethan smiled slightly: "Let me continue to do my job, okay?"

Wash didn't know what happened, but he was convinced that the other party was not lying and that his companion was really capable of doing such a thing.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes.

I am even more certain that I must negotiate a good deal for myself, otherwise, I don’t know how many years I will have to wait.

Hearing these words, the doctor who broke in had a troubled expression.

"Be quiet."

He gritted his teeth, turned around and walked outside: "Don't disturb others to rest."

"Hey."

Wash was so anxious that he shouted.

"Well."

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Olinsky covered this guy's mouth.

"Don't scream."

Turning around, Ethan smiled at Wash and said, "Sorry, I was too reckless just now."

"The doctor is right, hitting people is not good."

Before Wash could relax, Ethan quickly tore off the various instruments and equipment attached to this guy's body. He was just shot in the shoulder, so there was no need to test so many things.

It's a waste of taxpayers' money for him to use these things.

In a few seconds, he pushed the hospital bed outside. Although Olinsky didn't know what he was going to do, he cooperated fully.

As for the patrol police, they followed closely.

When he came to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Ethan stopped and walked in alone.

"Dong dong dong."

After a few muffled sounds, two people hurriedly ran out.

"I'll say it again."

Ethan walked out of the toilet and said to the patrolman: "Don't let anyone in, do you understand what I mean?"

"Got it, Chief Morgan."

The patrolman knew the other party, and he knew that the sergeant was ruthless.

I also know that the intelligence team does not follow the rules.

But he knew what happened, and he didn't mind making the man lying on the hospital bed suffer. Anyway, these two guys from the intelligence team wouldn't kill anyone here.

"bring it on."

Ethan picked up Wash and dragged him to the bathroom: "This is a civilized society, we need to be more polite."

"don't want."

Wash struggled desperately: "Whatever you want to do, don't do it."

"trade."

He roared excitedly: "I said, I am willing to trade, all you need to do is plead with the prosecutor."

"Playing robbery, right?"

Ethan grabbed his hair and pushed him hard into the partition: "Is kidnapping right? If you are so powerful, why don't you go to rob a gang?"

"How dare you, a piece of rubbish like you, qualify to negotiate a deal with me?"

"Stop."

Wash looked at the toilet very close to him and twisted his body desperately: "I will say, I will say anything."

"Remember to hurry up next time~"

Ethan had a cold face and pushed his head into the toilet: "This is to wake you up, you're welcome."

"Wow."

The button was pressed hard, and the water swirled down from the inner wall of the toilet, quickly soaking Wash's head. As he struggled desperately, large groups of blisters surged up one after another.

Thanks to my brother for supporting me with a bottle of 1986 Lafite, thank you!