My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 405 Precedents cannot be set
Hank's SUV soon came to a run-down neighborhood and pulled over to the side of the road.

On the porch of the house in front, several black men and black girls were holding red plastic cups, twisting their bodies to the music of the radio.

"Stay vigilant."

Hank turned off the engine and told Ethan: "Don't be too tough, we are not here to seek rebuttal."

"no problem."

Ethan scanned his surroundings, unbuttoned his jacket, and revealed the police badge inside.

The two opened the car door and walked towards the house.

The loud gangster rap on the porch can be heard from afar, and there are bursts of intense gunshots and the sound of loading from inside the house.

Hip-hop, sneakers, floral bandanas, big gold chains, and video games.

All these things are alive.

Noticing their approach, several people on the porch stopped talking and looked at them warily.

"I'm here to find Teisel."

Hank lifted the corner of his clothes and showed the police badge:
"Let's just say Boyett wanted to have a chat with him, not looking for trouble."

One of the black men with dreadlocks put down his wine glass, glanced at them, and walked into the house.

Not long after, Brother Dreadlocks opened the door and waved to them.

Ethan has been scanning with the radar. After the dreadlocked guy entered just now, the light spots in the house have not changed much.

If everyone gathered at the door, he turned around and left.

But if they don't want to be buried with them all, they shouldn't be crazy enough to attack a sheriff and detective.

The two walked up to the porch, and the dreadlocked brother did not let go of his hand on the door frame.

He stared at Ethan and Hank expressionlessly, his thick lips moved: "You can't bring guns in here."

Ethan lifted the corner of his clothes, showing the python on the holster:
"The gun is here, if you have the ability, you can take one and try it?"

Don't be too tough with these people.

But more importantly, never be soft, if you act like a softie, they will naturally treat you like a softie.

The eyes of the two collided, and the man with dreadlocks felt that the eyes of the police detective in front of him were getting brighter and brighter, as if they were being stabbed by needles.

He held on for a few seconds, then hurriedly looked away.

The hand on the door frame also loosened.

Follow Dirty Braid into the house, the room is full of stinky smell of leaves.

In the living room, a few old blacks were sitting on the sofa, holding leaves recklessly in their mouths, and pressing the handle on the TV.

The screen flashed, and the Master Chief was fighting bloody battles.

Walking to the restaurant with Brother Dirty Braids, four old blacks were sitting around a small white round table playing poker, and in front of each of them was a thick wad of banknotes.

Dreadlocks went straight behind a blue hat and crossed his hands to his chest.

"Detective Boyett, what brought you here." The blue hat had a large golden medal on its chest, and the neck was not too tired.

He covered the playing cards and leaned back on the chair.

Ethan looked at the pistols on the round table, and moved his feet to stand against the wall.

"Actually."

Hank smiled: "I'm the sheriff now, I think, you should have heard my name?"

"Casper mentioned you."

The blue hat, that is, Teisel, looked at Hank with disdain: "Of course I know you. In the note, you are bad enough."

Hank has never dealt with Teisel in front of him, he only knows the name, he smiled:

"Casper, I remember, I heard that he is in the Mario Federal Prison, right?"

"Listen, I know who you are."

Teisel took out a leaf and lit it, and said indifferently:

"I also know the things you did before. You don't need to talk about Casper, he is already an old guy."

"Say something directly."

Hank narrowed his eyes: "Can we have a chat alone?"

"unnecessary."

Teisel nodded to the left and right: "These are my brothers, if you have something to say, just say it."

"De Antoni."

Hank took out his business card from his pocket and put his hand on the pistol in front of Teisel: "I want him to quit."

"In return, I'll give you a release card."

"Your brother was arrested in case of something, call me, and I will help you get it out."

Everyone else looked at the business card with bright eyes.

The favor of a sheriff is extraordinary.

But Teisel is not an ordinary person, he picked up his business card with a smile: "So you have taken a fancy to Anthony."

"What, did his black ass attract you?"

"Haha."

The old blacks who played cards with him all grinned.

Ethan pursed his lips and stared at the arrogant old black.

"Teussel."

Hank's face turned cold: "Excuse me, did I disrespect you just now? Did I embarrass you?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Facing Hank's three consecutive questions, Teisel put away his smile:
"In De Antoni, I invested a lot of energy and money to cultivate him. If you are interested in him, come and talk to me with cash."

He flicked his business card in front of Hank:
"For the sake of being the sheriff, I'll give you a discount, ten thousand dollars."

"Give me [-], De Antoni is yours, not a broken card."

Hank nodded, bent down and picked up the business card.

He tapped the business card on his hand and squeezed out a smile: "I see, then let's get in touch again."

"Wait a moment."

Teisel stopped him, pointed at Ethan and said, "Next time you come over, I don't want to see this person appear on my territory."

"I don't like the way he looks at me, understand?"

"Feel sorry."

There was a smile in the corner of Ethan's eyes: "Mr. Teisel, I see."

"Okay, let's go."

Tessel waved away a fly and picked up a deck of cards.

Back in the car, Hank looked at the house just now, his eyes flickering.

Neither of them lacked $[-], but this kind of precedent cannot be set. Once it is set, it will spread wildly, and Hank can no longer hold back the scene.

"if you do not mind."

Ethan buckled his seat belt, and tentatively said, "I can make him never see the sun again."

"That's useless."

Hank replied casually, only then did he realize what Ethan had said.

He was also tested by Ethan, and he had done this kind of thing before.

The two smiled at each other.

"Even if Teisel disappears, it won't solve De Antoni's problem. Only his boss nods, so there will be no trouble in the future."

Hank started the vehicle and said with a smile:

"But tonight, it is necessary to have another chat with this Teisel, are you interested?"

"Of course there is."

Ethan nodded, he hadn't seen such an arrogant person for a long time.

"drop."

The intercom rang, and Hank pressed the button: "Speak."

"Those insulin products are from a medical company in Toronto, and their medical representatives arrived in Chicago today."

Erin's voice continued to sound:
"Burgess and Atwater just found the medical representative's vehicle."

"Unfortunately, we were one step too late."

"Send me the address." Hank put down the walkie-talkie and slammed on the accelerator.

(End of this chapter)