My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the several corpses on the ground, Ethan sighed.

If the people lying here were Chinese, I guess I was even more excited than Perry.

Different races, different mindsets.

Anger at the sight of one's own people lying on the ground is certain.

Especially there are two children here, which is why Hank has been silent just now, he is really not good at talking.

If Muñoz is allowed to roam freely outside, it is estimated that more people will die in his hands.

"Let's go!"

Ethan grabbed Antonio and dragged him downstairs.

To cooperate with Bazhuo, it is necessary to provide convenience for Bazhuo, reduce his sentence and provide convenience for his prison life.

This is also what Antonio doesn't want to see, he just wants to see the other party suffer.

It's just that in this situation, it's useless for him to object.

The two walked out of the house together. After smoking two cigarettes, Antonio regained his composure. Looking at Bielden who was driving away, he threw away the cigarette butt:

"I just don't want to work with that jerk."

"How is Diego now?"

Ethan picked up a snowball and threw it at the tree trunk next to him.

The snowball hit the tree trunk like a meteor, and the snowflakes fell from the crown of the tree, staining the ground white.

"fine."

Antonio shook his head, his eyes flushed: "The psychiatrist said he's already fine, but I can't get past Judy."

"Sometimes when I sleep, I can dream about her."

It turned out not only because of his son, but also because of his ex-partner.

The relationship between a policeman and his long-term partner is not something ordinary people can understand.

That kind of relationship of living and dying together, to be honest, is closer than ordinary couples, even if they are husband and wife, they don't have to often face life and death crises together.

And when they go out to act, the partners around them are the most solid support.

Watching one's partner die is also the cruelest thing.

"She wouldn't want to see you like this."

Ethan didn't know what to say, he could only comfort him and pat him on the shoulder.

Take a deep breath on the cigarette and flick the butt away.

At this time, other people also came out of the house, and Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke and walked towards the parking place.

Back at the police station where he had been away for two days, Ethan sat on the table and raised his feet.

"Hi!"

Erin pushed his feet away and sat down on the table: "Do you know where Taylor has gone?"

Since his exit last night, Taylor has disappeared without a trace from the public eye.

Countless news media wanted to find her and conduct first-hand interviews, but they couldn't find anyone.

Her agent and assistant all left Chicago by plane today. Under the siege of countless paparazzi, they still haven't found her.

For a while, where Taylor went became a hot topic on the Internet.

Eileen was no exception. She was a gossiper and a fan, so she naturally wanted to ask Ethan.

Of course Ethan knew where Taylor was.

It's still early, that guy probably hasn't woken up yet.

Last night, I tidied up for a few hours by myself, and it is estimated that I will sleep until the afternoon before waking up.

"Please, why are you asking me?"

Ethan nodded his head: "Use your brain, I'm just a bodyguard."

No matter what, you can't admit it even if you are killed.

"Too."

Erin shrugged and slapped his foot again before walking back to her seat.

Even if she was killed, she didn't even dare to think that the guy on the other side had already beaten her.

Gene quickly sorted out the latest file and brought it up for distribution. Ethan took the file and looked at it boredly.

Everyone knows who did this.

Everyone also expressed their admiration for Muñoz's ability to hide.

But this is the third largest city in the United States after all. It is really hard to find people like Muñoz who have a local network to hide.

If it weren't for this, Bielden would never have thought of cooperating with Octopus.

It didn't take long for the Chase room to be quiet. Hank walked out of the office. He looked at Antonio first, and then at everyone.

Without saying a word, he walked directly downstairs.

The others also got up to follow and came to the garage together.

The rolling gate was closed tightly, and everyone stood separately, while Ethan walked to the side of the technical room, pulled a chair and sat down against the wall.

"listen."

Hank looked at the restless Antonio, pondered for a moment and said, "I know, everyone is very angry."

"Believe me, I am too."

"Octopus and his men killed one of our colleagues and killed one of us."

"Not only that, but he almost killed a relative of one of our colleagues."

Everyone looked at Antonio. They all knew who the man behind him was referring to. Even the newcomer Sumner knew what was going on.

"Anyway."

Hank crossed his arms and said in a deep voice: "When we choose this profession, we still expect not to make deals with bastards, that would be naive."

"Be patient and show some professional attitude."

After speaking, he winked at Gene next to him.

Gene nodded, walked quickly to the rolling gate, and slapped down the case file vigorously.

The rolling gate was slowly raised, and the wind and snow outside blowing in lifted everyone's spirits.

Silver Ford took the lead, leading a prison escort car over.

The sound of the engine sounded, and the two cars stopped.

Bielden got out of the car first, followed by the prison guards on the escort car.

The prison guard took out a document and handed it to Bielden to sign. Then he opened the rear door of Iveco. Inside, there was an iron cage with densely packed ventilation holes.

A man in a yellow prison uniform could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

The iron cage was opened again, and Bazhuo, who was in handcuffs and anklets, was helped out of the car by the prison guards.

On his face, with a mask, white mist is being sprayed out from the breathing port, looking like a monster.

Bearden removed his mask, revealing the face inside.

It is somewhat similar to the legendary Colombian drug lord Pablo, with messy black hair.

Bazhuo raised his head, took a deep breath of free air, twisted his neck left and right, and then looked at the person standing in the garage.

The corner of his mouth crooked, showing a smile:

"Hello, Antonio, long time no see."

"You're like a mouse that just crawled out of the sewer." Ethan said while biting his cigarette, squinting his eyes and said, "Since you finally got the mouse's head out, keep a low profile, otherwise you won't be able to go back to the prison. "

"Detective, are you scaring me?"

Bazhuo opened his mouth and looked at Bielden in horror: "What to do, I'm so scared, or I'd better go back to prison."

Bearden glared at Ethan, then at Hank.

"Be honest with me."

Hank stepped forward, grabbed Octopus, and pushed him onto the cage bench.

"Where is he?"

Antonio was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, he took out the photo of Muñoz from the file in his hand, and held it up to Octopus. (end of this chapter)