My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 551
The scene was quickly dealt with, and it was useless to stay here.

They then returned to the police station and struggled for a day, but there were three more dead bodies and one injured police officer, and everyone was listless.

Not long after sitting down, Hank walked out of the office seriously:

"Unfortunately, I have bad news here."

"Received a call that the Rosemont police officer who was shot just now died in the hospital after unsuccessful rescue efforts."

"God."

Antonio threw the pen in his hand onto the table with a look of anger.

The others also had solemn expressions.

Although they are only police officers in the suburban area, they are still considered their own.

What's more, no one would be happy if he was shot and died in a joint operation.

"Only his wife and two children were left." Hank put his hands in his pockets: "We lost a heroic policeman."

Ethan curled his lips calmly, the dead are the most important, and everyone is dead, so he can only say a few nice words.

"Whatever the method, we must find Sims."

Hanke said in a deep voice, "You guys continue with your work. I'll go and have a chat with that lawyer myself at night."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the office.

When Sumner heard the news, she was shocked. Both she and Irene knew about the scene.

Once you make a wrong judgment, you will be shot.

Unexpectedly, this sentence came true so quickly, which made her feel a little scared.

Now that the matter has come to a dead end again, the people present can only study the case files to see if there are any doubts.

Ethan sat for a while, looking at Glock who was put aside.

He grabbed the pistol, got up and started downstairs.

Asked about Burgess' whereabouts from Pratt, and then went to the patrol lounge.

Pushing open the door, Burgess sat in a corner by the window.

The setting sun cast a golden light on the brown hair.

Walk over lightly and stand behind her.

Burgess shook the pen in his hand quickly, not knowing what to write for a while.

As time passed, the scene of shooting the other party just now became clearer in her mind, but what happened around her became confused.

She stuffed the ballpoint pen into her mouth and bit it, scratching her hair in annoyance.

"If you can't remember it, just make it up, as long as it's reasonable."

The sudden voice from behind startled her.

"Hey."

Burgess quickly took down the pen and forced a smile on his face.

"Your gun."

Ethan put Glock on the table, pulled a chair and sat down: "How are you doing?"

"Thank you."

Burgess flicks her ponytail: "I'm fine."

"This is your first time to kill a criminal?" Ethan originally wanted to say kill, but thought it was more appropriate.

"Yes." Burgess nodded, frowning and said:

"It's also the first time I've fired a gun in action."

"Okay!" Ethan scratched his head.

The first time you shoot, you kill someone.

No matter who it is, it is a great stimulus.

"What did Pratt say?" Ethan tapped on the table, looking at her half-written report.

"Administrative leave."

Burgess tilted his head and continued to fill out the form: "Psychiatric treatment is still required."

"How about this."

Ethan looked at his watch and was about to leave work: "I know a very good psychotherapy method, are you interested in giving it a try?"

"Yes!" Burgess' eyelashes flickered:
"What method?"

"When you finish your work, I will accompany you to have a good drink in the evening." Ethan blinked at her:
"When you're drunk, you don't have to think about anything."

"No problem, I will contact you later."

Burgess nodded heavily and fist bumped Ethan.

Walking upstairs, seeing Antonio hurried downstairs, Ethan quickly grabbed his arm:
"Did you give something to Horstead?"

"I'm going to see him now." Antonio saw no one around, patted his arms, and made two muffled noises.

"Okay." Ethan clapped his hands with him:

"If you need help, just ask."

"Thank you."

Antonio let go of his hand and walked down quickly.

Looking at his back in a hurry, Ethan was about to go up, when Olinski appeared at the top of the stairs at some point.

"Is it Horstead's business?"

He took off the twist candy, walked down slowly, and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Ethan shrugged.

Now that it has been guessed, there is no need to hide it.

Of course, he won't take the initiative to find someone to say it.

"They're all in the same group, and you can pull as much as you can." Orinski waved his hand:
"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

As soon as he walked into the Datong room, he saw a ponytail shaking in his desk.

"Candy, where is the candy?"

"Damn it, why doesn't this guy like sweets."

"Potato chips, great."

Accompanied by the rustling sound, Irene kept talking.

There were snacks I bought under the table, some were put in the car, and the rest were brought up.

"what are you doing?"

Ethan slammed the table and threatened loudly.

"Boom!"

Irene was taken aback, subconsciously raised her head, and knocked against the baffle under the table.

"asshole."

She stood up rubbing her head, and said confidently:
"You ate my potato chips in the morning, and this is back."

Ethan kept looking at the few packages in her arms, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"This this."

Erin stammered and quickly thought of an excuse: "By the way, this is interest."

"Crack it!"

Ethan squeezed his fist and made a few crisp sounds:

"Are you lending usury?"

"Okay." Irene hesitated, put down two bags of potato chips, and hugged the rest tightly.

"Here is the least, I am not afraid of your threat."

"I have a lot here." Ethan picked up his coat expressionlessly, turned and went downstairs:
"Don't steal it again while I'm away."

"cut."

Seeing his figure disappear at the top of the stairs, Irene rolled her eyes and grabbed the potato chips that she had just put down.

She happily returned to her seat and continued to earn overtime pay.

After a leisurely dinner, we drove to Molly's Bar.

As soon as I entered, I saw Rusek and his fiancée Wendy, they were having sex with each other, looking like they were killing single dogs.

"Ethan."

Rusek waved at him and asked happily, "Want to come over?"

"no need."

Ethan nodded to Burgess who was sitting in the corner: "Another day."

"OK~"

Ruzek turned around, greeted Burgess, and continued drinking with his fiancée.

Walking to sit opposite Burgess, Ethan took off his coat:

"I thought you'd be busy for a while."

"I'm the best at writing reports." Burgess waved to the bartender: "Two glasses of whiskey, two glasses of beer."

When the things came, she took out the money and put it on the tray.

"Let me treat you to a drink."

Picking up the classic glass containing whiskey, Burgess gestured, and drank the spirits by himself.

(End of this chapter)