My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 607
The interrogation is over, and Hank and Orlinsky return to the Chase Room.

"There's good news and there's bad news."

Hank clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention: "The good news is that the things we seized are all the dangerous goods that Danny was carrying."

"All the numbers are fine."

"In other words, he can't do anything extremely dangerous now."

"Bad news." Hank continued: "His comrades don't know where Danny may be hiding. We have to continue working until Danny is caught."

Erin stood up, spread her hands and said:

"He was exposed too quickly. He didn't have any ID documents. There were photos of him at various checkpoints. Under normal circumstances, he couldn't escape Chicago."

"But we still have to be careful, now he is like a trapped tiger."

"That's right." Hank nodded:
"Be careful of being bitten by him."

"Has the traffic surveillance video been tuned back? Did you find anything?"

"Just got it."

Rusek poked his head out from behind the computer screen: "Ready to check."

"hurry up."

Hank put one hand in his pocket: "Everyone works overtime tonight!"

After speaking, he turned and walked into the office.

Working overtime is the norm in the intelligence team, not to mention that this is a case that attracts the attention of the whole city, and everyone is busy.

After the Chase room was quiet for a while, Irene's voice sounded faintly:

"What do you think that bastard is doing?"

"Who knows." Rusek scratched his hair, shook his head and said, "Maybe he's busier than us."

The bastard in Irene's mouth, the busy guy in Rusek's mouth, is slowly opening his eyes.

Looking at the ceiling, Ethan blinked a few times, lifted the quilt, and stretched.

It is not good to sleep in the afternoon, and it is easy to feel dizzy.

He walked to the window, looked at the winter scenery in the backyard, jumped around a few times, and his brother followed him up and down.

After regaining consciousness, he put on casual clothes and went downstairs.

The whole house was quiet and there was no sound.

After a day of tossing, Taylor and Bayliss are both tired and resting, while Chloe of Kubi has gone out, and she has to arrange things for the evening.

Ethan whistled and opened the refrigerator, and took out three steaks that had been marinated in advance.

Western food also has the benefits of Western food, which is more convenient.

Fry back and forth for a few minutes to get a meal. Although there will be a dinner tonight, Ethan is not sure if he will have a chance to eat at that time.

Apples, kiwis, watermelons, and bananas were taken out of the refrigerator one after another.

Soon, there was a rhythmic chopping sound in the kitchen, and the cut fruit was poured into a large glass bowl, then squeezed with salad dressing, and poured yogurt.

The colorful fruits are pieced together, which is really beautiful.

In the end, he brought out a few more tomatoes and eggs, just cracked the egg shell, and passed through the transparent glass wall, and saw Taylor walking down the stairs in a white nightgown.

She looked bleary-eyed, with the blindfold pushed back on her head.

Lazy, with a bit of cuteness.

"Ding ding ding."

The chopsticks hit the glass bowl, making a crisp sound from time to time.

"Can you still cook?"

Seeing Ethan skillfully stirring the egg liquid with two chopsticks, Taylor rubbed his eyes in surprise: "This is chopsticks, you know how to cook Chinese food?"

She just woke up, and when she spoke, she still had a nasal voice.

His voice was already excellent, but now it sounds like his ears are numb.

"Can't you cook?"

Ethan shook a little salt into the egg liquid, looked away, and continued to stir.

"Yes, I'm good at baking."

Taylor leaned against the door frame and watched him busy quietly: "I just didn't expect that you still have such a side, a gentle side."

Ethan was wearing an apron and looked like a house husband.

There was no such crazy, violent look at all.

Seeing his orderly look, the corners of Taylor's mouth curled up slightly.

His stomach has become empty, and Ethan has no time to care what the people behind him are thinking.

Whisk the eggs well, peel the tomatoes and cut them into hob pieces.

Grab another handful of noodles and throw them into a stainless steel pot that has boiled water.

After washing his hands, he was about to start cooking.

After thinking about it, he found a bag of unopened white granulated sugar on the cabinet next to him. His own taste was a bit strange, and they probably couldn't get used to it, so he wanted to make a separate portion.

"Where's Bellis?"

Ethan turned the switch of the gas stove, flames burst from the stove, and the flames licked the frying pan.

He turned around and picked up the bowl containing the egg liquid:

"Wake her up, it will be done in a few minutes."

Taylor took a few steps closer curiously, watching the movements of Ethan's hands: "She has already got up and will be down in a while."

The peanut oil bought from Chinatown was turned around in the pan. When the temperature was about the same, the egg liquid was poured in. The temperature quickly made the egg liquid solidify. Ethan turned the frying pan and spread it into a round cake.

"what!"

Watching the omelette fly into the air, turn somersault, and land perfectly again, Taylor couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

To her, it was like performing acrobatics.

Fry for a while, then continue to toss, wait until both sides are browned, and then stretch the spatula inside.

"I even buy Karma."

Taylor frowned and said, "What are you doing, how beautiful you were just now."

The perfect omelette was broken by Ethan after a few strokes.

"To shut up."

Ethan poured out the fried eggs: "When I'm cooking, I don't like being directed by others."

"Then you definitely can't go to Hell's Kitchen."

He had never tried anyone to talk to him like this before, Taylor thought he would be very angry, opened his mouth, and just complained in a low voice.

"You mean the reality show?"

Ethan frying tomatoes calmly: "That chef who likes to stand next to the contestants, who keeps yelling and cursing?"

"Yes."

Taylor nodded, imagining Ethan being scolded, with a smug smile on his face.

"I'll knock him over with one punch."

Ethan ended her fantasy with one sentence, and put a sweet tomato scrambled egg aside.

"Violent madness."

Taylor curled his lips, and then saw Ethan repeat the operation again: "Didn't you just do this?"

"I don't like sweets."

Ethan poured soy sauce and oil into the pot, and nodded in satisfaction when he smelled the familiar smell.

The two chatted one after another, and Taylor felt extremely peaceful in his heart, which was not broken until Bellis went downstairs.

Facing Taylor's stare, Bellis spread her hands inexplicably.

The dinner was quickly prepared, and with the help of the two guests, it was served on the table one after another.

The fried steak was covered with tin foil and set aside, and a plate of boiled noodles was placed in front of the three of them.

"Welcome to my home."

Ethan looked around and nodded his chopsticks: "Next, please start."

(End of this chapter)