My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 383

Fully dressed, Ethan stood by the bedside cabinet.

On it was a silver badge buckled on a round black leather wallet, and the sun shone on it, shining a gleam of light.

He reached for the badge, buckled it on his belt, turned and walked downstairs.

I only bought some household items last night, and the refrigerator was still empty, so I had to go out for breakfast.

Taking advantage of the time in the morning, he also found a car wash shop.

From Banshee Town to Chicago, after more than 1000 kilometers of rushing, the car body is already covered with dust and looks gray.

After a cleansing, the Dodge Challenger is finally back to its former glory.

Since his car has a Pennsylvania license plate, Ethan graciously lifted the corner of his clothes that blocked the police badge when checking out, successfully avoiding a customer slaughter incident.

"Sheriff."

Ethan walked briskly to the reception desk and put down the coffee in his hand: "I bought an extra copy, I hope you like it."

"Please, just call me Pratt."

Sergeant Pratt, the receptionist, saw the coffee in front of her and took it with a smile: "If you need help with anything in the future, just come to me."

"My words are still somewhat useful."

"Don't say that." Ethan raised his coffee cup and said with a smile, "I didn't buy you coffee just for this."

"Before Hank, you were the first friend I met at the police station, weren't you?"

"of course."

"Then I won't be polite." Pratt smiled and raised his glass, taking a sip happily.

Ethan shrugged and walked to the next stairs.

"Detective."

At this moment, someone beside him called out to him in a low voice.

Ethan turned his head and found that it was the two policemen who came to the intelligence team yesterday. The male policeman smiled honestly, a bit like a melon, and was waving at him.

"What's matter?"

Ethan took a sip of coffee and walked over.

"We want to ask, how did you win Pratt's favor." The female patrol officer asked seriously: "You know, she is the reception sheriff."

"Atwater and I are patrol officers, and we are assigned to her every day."

"Pratt is notoriously difficult and stinky. Her attitude towards you is obviously different. If there is anything you can do, help."

"please."

After the female patrolman finished speaking, she clasped her hands together, blinked her starry eyes, and looked at Ethan pitifully.

"I remember your name is Atwater, right?" Ethan looked at the black male policeman.

"Yes."

The black patrolman had a cropped cut and was about the same height as himself.

Ethan looked at the Caucasian female patrol again. She had a long face and fair skin, and she was full of vigor and vigor, which gave her a lot of points.

"I'm Burgess, Kim Burgess."

The policewoman quickly extended her hand and introduced herself again.

"I tell you both."

Ethan leaned forward and whispered, "Remember to keep it secret, and don't tell others."

Burgess and Atwater nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

"It's the way it is."

Ethan cleared his throat, raised his eyebrows and said, "Just be handsome."

"That's the trick, you're welcome."

He took a sip of coffee, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"I can be sure of one thing."

After the two froze for more than ten seconds, Burgess gritted his teeth and said, "This new detective is an asshole."

Atwater nodded approvingly, and patted his partner on the shoulder helplessly.

"Good morning."

He came a little early, and Orlinsky was the only one in the hall.

Orlinski was still dressed as yesterday, with a dark gray duckbill cap covering his gray and messy hair.

"morning."

Orlinski stood up biting a pencil, and fist bumped Ethan: "I didn't have a chance to communicate with you yesterday."

"I heard from Hank that you saved his life before."

"You saved his life, it's like saving me, so I want you to know that I can be trusted, understand?"

"of course."

Ethan shook hands with him vigorously again: "Hank and I mentioned that there is some history between you."

"Just understand."

Orlinsky pinched the brim of his hat, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "I am mainly responsible for undercover, investigation and support work,"

"If you need help, just call me."

Ethan nodded: "No problem."

Olinsky asked curiously: "By the way, since you just arrived in Chicago and don't have any informants, what is your specialty?"

In a department like theirs, it is very important to understand the capabilities of colleagues.

Otherwise, when encountering various situations, it would be very bad if you don't know who to rely on.

Ethan hit his fist with his fist.doubtfully said:

"My fist is relatively hard, I don't know if it counts."

"Of course."

Olinsky removed the pencil he was biting in his mouth, shrugged and said, "We old people like young people with hard fists."

The two sat next to each other, chatting without saying a word.

Others also arrived at the office one after another.

After Hank arrived, he had a short meeting, and then all the staff went downstairs to the garage.

Hosted and Irene, according to yesterday's arrangement, with the help of Orlinski, dressed up as drug addicts.

The rolling gate of the garage opened, and Antonio and Julie, a policewoman with short blond hair, drove the moving vehicles to the door.

Hank and Ethan picked up the long guns from the equipment room and put them into the trunks respectively.

Police bulletproof vests are kept in the car at all times.

After everything was ready, Hank clapped his hands without saying anything, and took the lead to get into the car.

There was a bang on the door, and three cars left quickly through the back door of the police station.

Soon, another patrol car followed from behind.

Through the car window, Burgess and Atwater could be seen. Ethan smiled and waved to the two of them, only to be greeted with a very forced smile.

"How about it?"

Hank held the steering wheel and asked hoarsely, "Are you still used to it so far?"

"Not bad." Ethan raised the car window:
"You arranged such a big operation for me the next day, which is a bit of a surprise."

"Our intelligence team is like this." Hank said with a smile:
"In a city with a population of several million, and the distribution center of unique products in the entire Midwest, you can imagine how many jerks live here."

"You're just getting started, it's okay, take your time."

Ethan understood what he meant, no one likes a guy who jumps up and down when he first arrives, and neither does he.

In a team, the ideas of other members are also very important.

So he also made up his mind to take his time and integrate into the team first.

Outside an old apartment building, several cars were parked separately in several corners in the distance.

"Boom bang bang."

"Rafe, open the door."

Inside the headset, came Horstead's voice.

Ethan looked towards the apartment building with a small binoculars. On the corridor on the third floor, Horsted and Irene were standing in front of the white door and kept beating.

According to the plan, they will leave after making simple inquiries, waiting for Hank's next action instructions.

"Open the door quickly, buddy."

Horsted's knock on the door continued.

"What's the matter?" A man's voice came from the headset.

"Is Rafe home?"

Ethan pressed the headset, and he could hear Horstead's slightly nervous voice. In the telescope, the door opened a corner, but it was blocked by the two of them, so no one could be seen.

The voice just now sounded again and said angrily.

"No, so stop knocking on the door."

On the third floor, Horsted pressed the door of the house, and begged the bearded, white man with black hair:

"Dude, this is my girlfriend."

He'd look over at Irene, and she'd act like she was scratching her lungs.

"She is going to the solitary rehabilitation center tomorrow, and she wants to stimulate it tonight."

Horstead held out the money in his hand: "Please, I have always been in touch with Rafe."

Irene tugged on Horstead's arm: "Forget it, or we can come back another day."

"alright."

At this moment, the man standing at the door glanced at them and moved away: "Come in."

Irene's face changed slightly, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a blood stain on the man's trousers.

Horstead nodded, licked his lips, and strode into the house.

　Thanks to the commander of the Jinyi Guard in Jinyi Town, my brother, for the reward, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)