My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chicago Hospital.

Heavy breathing came from the toilet.

Within a few seconds, there was another splash of water, followed by a gurgling sound.

This movement no longer attracted the attention of others like before.

Since no one was screaming, it was naturally much more low-key.

The tall and powerful patrolman blocked the door with his hands on his hips. With such a fierce look on his face, no one dared to approach him.

As for the noise inside, the patrol officer said he heard nothing.

"How about it?"

Seeing that the blisters were almost coming, Ethan lifted up Wash's head and said, "Are you awake yet? Do you still want to negotiate terms with me?"

Wash was choked and stunned for a moment, all he could do was gasp for air.

"Okay."

Ethan smiled slightly: "It seems that he is not sober enough."

"don't want."

A huge force came from the back of his head, and Wash was pressed tightly into the toilet again. Seeing that the water was about to rush down again, he cried excitedly: "I said, I said everything, don't flush anymore."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The shrill cries echoed in the toilet.

"Wow."

The sound of flushing water continued.

"I don't like to hear other people cry." Ethan pressed his head hard and said impatiently: "Can you be a man? If you cry again, I will play with you all day."

Behind him, the corners of Olinsky's mouth twitched.

The sergeants of the intelligence team were more cruel than the last. Compared with him, Hank was soft-hearted.

"Jared Miko."

When his head was brought up again, Wash couldn't wait for Ethan to ask questions and said impatiently: "He is the person you are looking for. He lives in a motel in the South District, where you can find him."

"Physical characteristics?"

After hearing the address clearly, Ethan asked: "How do we know which person is him."

"blue."

After taking a few deep breaths, Wash said with a trembling voice: "There is paint on his face that was stained by the explosion of the dye pack. As you know, that kind of stuff is very difficult to clean."

"You'll know it when you see it."

"I swear."

He yelled, "I'm telling the truth."

"vomit."

After saying this, the guy started retching.

The repeated feeling of drowning and suffocation brought his body to its limit.

Seeing this, Ethan let go of this guy.

He walked to the sink, took out the hand sanitizer and washed his palms carefully. When the water sprayed from the faucet washed away the foam, Olinsky had finished explaining and hung up the phone:

"I've already informed them."

"very good."

Ethan took a handful of water and washed his face: "Let's go there too."

His wet hair hung down on his forehead. He combed it casually a few times, showed a handsome smile in the mirror, and then walked out of the bathroom waving his hands.

The patrolman noticed the two people coming out and straightened his waist quickly.

"correct."

Ethan stopped and looked at the patrolman: "There is a patient inside who accidentally fell down and got wet."

"But fortunately, he was not injured."

"Hurry up and find a nurse to come and take a look. Don't let anything happen."

"knew."

The male patrolman nodded quickly and stared blankly at the backs of the two people as they left.

motel.

Several cars came one after another and stopped separately outside.

"Don't even move."

Ethan adjusted the position of the microphone and said in a deep voice: "Wait for my order, I will go in first to inquire about the news."

"receive."

People in other cars responded one after another.

Pushing open the door, Ethan strode towards the motel. The motel was an L-shaped, two-story building with a dozen cars parked in the middle.

The motels here are generally the same.

On the corridor, there are many female Bodhisattvas wearing heavy makeup.

When they saw Ethan, they all showed off their thighs wearing fishnet stockings, and kept giving him flirtatious looks.

That formation makes me want to take orders for free.

"Boss."

Rusek's voice came from the headset, and he joked: "Bet, these people are free for you."

"I'll bet you how much money you have."

Antonio's voice sounded, and he said angrily: "These people are here to make money. If you can't complete the task, the only way to greet them when you return is with fists, even if you are Leonardo."

"Please, this is Boss."

When Flatterer No. 2 appeared, Atwater also said happily: "He is not comparable to that playboy."

"Shut up."

Erin's dissatisfied voice sounded: "Keep the channel clean."

He scratched his ears and ignored these guys.

Ethan walked straight to the motel reception desk and pushed open the glass door. The reception desk was empty, and a cooking show was playing on the small TV next to it.

"Ding ding~."

He raised his hand and slapped the service bell vigorously.

"coming."

Soon, a woman with thick arms and round waist walked out and said impatiently: "Damn it, stop filming. I hate that sound very much."

But when she saw the man standing outside, she suddenly felt like a spring breeze:

"How can I help?"

"Those branch girls."

Ethan poked upstairs and slapped the police badge on the table with a bang: "I'm not here for them, so don't panic or try to do anything stupid."

"Otherwise, I guarantee that your store will not be able to open."

"clear."

The fat woman nodded quickly, and the fat on her face trembled: "Officer, if you want to know anything, I will definitely cooperate."

If she were doing business properly, she would not have this reaction.

If your foundation is not clean, you will feel guilty.

What's more, the person who came over was a plainclothes person. She was 100% cooperative now and didn't dare to make any small moves.

Patrol officers are hard to mess with, let alone these guys with concealed guns.

"this person."

Ethan clicked on the photo album on his mobile phone and walked to the other party: "What room number are you staying in?"

People with a criminal record can find information very quickly.

This white man named Jared Miko was originally wanted for violating parole regulations in California, so they quickly obtained each other's jail license.

The person in the photo has a short head and a fierce gaze.

The fat woman squinted her eyes and looked at it for a while, then touched her face uncertainly and said, "There is a guy who looks quite similar, but he has a lot of blue dots on his face, like very strange tattoos."

What the hell tattoo, that's the color of the dye pack.

"it's him."

Ethan put away his cell phone and police badge, and asked in a deep voice: "What room is it in? Is anyone here?"

"Here I am."

The fat lady swallowed her saliva and said in a nervous tone: "Second floor, room 23. I just saw him walking upstairs with some things."

Hearing this, Ethan immediately pulled out the python revolver.

"You sit here."

He tapped the fat woman with the muzzle of his gun and issued a warning: "Don't move, don't try to make any announcements."

"Bang."

Seeing the muzzle of the gun dangling in front of her, the fat woman was so frightened that she fell down on her chair. (End of chapter)