My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 378

Windy City, Chicago.

Located on the southern shore of Lake Michigan, the city is home to skyscrapers and a stunning city skyline.

Because I was not in a hurry, I had a rest in a motel for one night.

At noon the next day, Ethan finally came to the third largest city in the United States.

Walking through the city, the dusty Dodge Challenger soon came to a clean and tidy neighborhood with tall trees on both sides of the road.

On the sidewalk, there are yellow leaves floating, which looks very close to nature.

The whole community exudes a quiet atmosphere, and the cars parked on the roadside are mainly medium and high-end cars.

The vehicle drove slowly, and through the window, the pedestrians and drivers on the road were mostly white.

Seeing the correct house number, the vehicle stopped in front of a three-story villa.

The red brick exterior wall of the villa has a unique shape.

The square lawn in front of the gate is surrounded by a person-high iron fence, and there are a few well-trimmed shrubs in a dozen or so small flat lawns.

As early as some time ago, he asked Hank to help introduce a reliable real estate agency.

After a few days of communication and understanding, Ethan confirmed the residence which was only about 10 minutes' drive from the police station.

He was used to being alone, so he didn't want to squeeze the apartment upstairs and downstairs.

He simply rented a small villa at a price of [-] US dollars a month, so that he can live more comfortably.

Although it is the rent alone, it almost consumes all my salary.

However, the salary is negligible to him.

Ethan picked up the package, walked to the iron door, pressed the combination lock, and the iron door popped open with a click.

After resetting a password, he took a few steps forward and walked up the steps.

There was also a combination lock on the door. After repeating the operation just now, Ethan pushed open the door and walked into the room.

Because of Hank's relationship, the real estate agent introduced him to the best houses.

The entire house has just been remodeled.

According to the agent, no one has lived in the place since it was renovated.

The agent sent him a lot of real photos and videos. Now that Ethan has seen the real thing, he is very satisfied with his choice.

The overall decoration style is youthful, clean and bright.

The place where the front door enters is the large living room. Walking inside, there is an open kitchen and dining room, with only some simple supporting furniture, such as sofas, tables and chairs.

Push open the back door next to the restaurant and come to the backyard.

The back yard is larger than the front yard. There is a 20-square-meter backyard surrounded by tall shrubs and a small swimming pool in the corner.

You can have a rest or a party in this place.

Back inside, he walked down the stairs to the basement.

There is a ten-square-meter wide one below, and I haven't planned to use it for anything yet.

Go up to the second floor, which is Ethan's favorite place.

Unlike other single-family villas, there are a lot of small rooms, so try to use the space as much as possible.

On the second floor here, there is a large suite and a small room.

The bedroom, cloakroom, and bathroom are all in the big suite. It is as spacious as living in Banshee Town, so you don't have to feel so depressed.

On the third floor, there is a small room and a huge terrace.

The view here is wide, and you can see the tall buildings in the distance.

Returning to the living room on the first floor, Ethan threw the package on the ground, lifted the dust-proof cloth on the sofa, and sat down comfortably.

The whole house is not equipped with too much furniture. The basic facilities such as central air conditioner, toilet, bathtub, and sink are complete, and a lot of things need to be added.

Don't worry about these, there will be a lot of time in the future.

Looking at the fireplace on the opposite side, Ethan took out his cell phone, and after reporting the safety of several good friends, he made the call.

Soon, Hank's hoarse voice sounded:

"Ethan, are you here?"

"Already in Chicago, just arrived at the residence." Ethan replied.

"Ok."

There was wind from Hank, probably in the car: "I've done all the paperwork for you, but I have something to deal with now."

"I'm very sorry, can you go to the police station and wait for me first?"

"I'll be back at the police station in half an hour, and I'll take you to collect your things later."

"Ok, no problem."

Ethan also knows that there is no set time for this job, so he won't say anything, he just goes to the police station and waits with peace of mind.

Report one day earlier and get paid one day earlier.

Earning some rent is not easy.

Throwing the package directly into the living room, Ethan walked out of the residence.

A street vendor on the road bought a sandwich. After eating his lunch, he drove slowly towards the 21st branch.

Along the way, he looked around curiously.

After leaving the community where I lived, and passing a few streets, it was obvious that the law and order was different.

Groups of black people on the road, girls in coquettish dresses on street corners, and street vendors with nervous expressions under the bridge hole, all of which reminded me of where I am now.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

A half-grown sunspot noticed Ethan's gaze, made gangster gestures, and looked over provocatively.

Ethan smiled and stepped on the gas pedal.

A Dodge Challenger heads over a utility pole with sneakers hanging on it.

Soon came to the 21st branch, where there were white and blue painted police cars parked everywhere, with white as the main color and light blue waistline.

Still the familiar Crown Victoria, still the familiar feeling.

The roar of the Dodge Challenger is particularly eye-catching here, and many people have cast their gazes.

Find a place and park the car.

Ethan glanced at the police station building where people were coming and going, and straightened his clothes.

He had never worked in a place with so many people before, so he felt a little apprehensive when he came to a new environment.

After taking a few breaths, he took a step forward.

Walking through the front door, there are wide wooden steps inside.

Follow the hurried patrolmen up the steps to the reception hall of the police station.

He took off his sunglasses and looked around.

On the ground, there is a huge printed pattern, if you guessed correctly, it should be the emblem of the Chicago Police Department.

Directly ahead, there is a reception desk with a width of four or five meters, and several people are busy inside.

Ethan walked straight to the reception desk. The reception desk had obviously been raised to give those standing inside a psychological advantage.

Before he came here, he had already learned about the establishment of the Chicago Police Department. They followed the British system in many aspects, especially in terms of address.

In front of me was a white female police officer in her 30s with gray hair and wrinkled face.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt instead of the light blue worn by the people next to her.

Judging by her armband, she should be a sheriff.

Ethan cleared his throat, smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Sheriff."

The female police chief looked at the documents in her hand with a straight face, and raised her head casually: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

When she saw Ethan, a smile bloomed on her face:

"Do you need help with anything?"

(End of this chapter)