My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 689
Ethan's palm fell, and Mike with the big gold chain sat down softly with his whole body.

Cold sweat broke out on Mike's forehead, his thick lips were turned up, and his white teeth were grinning like a fool.

"You are hard, you are hard."

He smiled and nodded: "Everyone is a civilized person, and we must solve problems in a more civilized way."

"Don't worry, I'll tell you."

"Then come on." Ethan saw him so smart, shook out a cigarette and lit it for him: "Is there anything we don't know?"

"There were two addicts who were smoking glue next to the trash can." Mike bit his cigarette and said: "At that time they saw a van leaving the back alley of Teisel's house, and they also saw the guy driving, that is Salvador people."

"Suck glue?" Ethan was puzzled.

"You know." Mike exhaled smoke, and quickly explained: "It's just superglue. Those homeless people who don't have money to buy unique products can only use these things to satisfy their hunger."

"As long as it can make their brains dizzy, gasoline, paint, spray paint, they are all things that can be smoked."

Hank clasped the iron net with his fingers, and asked in a deep voice:
"Then how do you know that what these two tramps said is accurate?"

"We don't have so many rules." Mike raised the handcuffs and said with a shrug, "Let's put it this way, we have a way to keep those two people awake."

Needless to say, it must also be those violent methods.

Ethan was too lazy to understand that, and asked directly:

"Plate number, vehicle characteristics?"

Mike also stated the license plate number information very simply, together with the vehicle model and specific features.

He could see clearly the people in front of him.

If you don't tell the truth, you will definitely suffer from flesh and blood.

As the leader of a gang, he also knows that some cops can be fooled, but some cops still have to cooperate honestly.

"If I'm not wrong."

Ethan slapped him on the head, and asked in a deep voice: "You guys from the gang are all looking for Salvadorans, right?"

"Everyone is a player, and I'm not afraid to tell you."

Mike flicked the cigarette ash, shrugged and said: "The order has been sent down, as long as someone is found, it will be a gun battle."

"If the Salvadorans want to grab food, they have to sacrifice their lives."

The fight on the road is so bloody.

The territory in their hands was won back by desperate efforts, so naturally they would not give it up.

However, Ethan is not optimistic about them. Hei looks like he is showing his teeth and claws, and everyone is angry, but compared to their ruthlessness, they are really inferior to many ethnic groups.

Not to mention the Salvadorans, a wave of Lao Mo can make them play hard enough.

However, for reasons of stability, the Chicago police have now decided to pull back, which is the only place they have an advantage.

"Let's go."

Ethan grabbed his shoulder: "The temporary detention room is waiting for you, I hope those people inside won't like your ass."

"Wait." Mike greedily sucked two cigarette butts, and then reluctantly threw it away:
"I've always been the one who blasts others, so it's not my turn to be blasted by others."

"Shh."

Ethan's hand holding his clothes let go instantly.

"Please." Mike said with a smile:

"I'm not that interested, it's just an analogy."

"Let's go." Ethan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and waved his hand to the outside of the iron cage, not interested in touching him at all.

Just as Mike walked out of the iron cage, Director Perry walked in through the side door.

Olinski offered to grab Mike and lead him out.

"How about it?"

When the two left, Perry immediately wiped his forehead: "Please, please give me some good news."

Three people, standing in a triangle.

Ethan told Perry everything he learned just now.

After the words were finished, the three of them took up cigarettes and smoked, the scarlet cigarette butts flickered on and off.

"Is it true?"

Perry is full of bags right now and just wants to get things over with quickly.

"boom."

The bent steel bar next to it was kicked into the corner by Ethan and hit the wall.

"I can only tell you." He sniffed and looked at Perry:

"I'm sure, he dare not tell lies."

"That's fine." Perry looked at Steel Bar, and nodded slowly: "I'm now notifying the night shift patrol to intensify the search of this car."

"As for other things." He scratched his bald head:
"Go back and rest, let's talk tomorrow."

If it continues like this, let alone high-level pressure, he can't bear the internal pressure alone.

It's not that you can do whatever you want when you become the chief, and you have to take care of the emotions of the people below.

All the arrested people were stuffed into the temporary detention cell, a large group of off-duty patrol officers complained and left the police station, and the chaotic situation in the 21st branch sub-bureau gradually subsided.

Ethan waited until Burgess went out, and the two returned to the apartment one after the other.

At this time, it was more than two o'clock in the morning.

Although Ethan was still full of energy, Burgess was already sleepy.

After a brief wash, the two lifted the quilt and fell asleep soundly.

The next morning, Burgess finally woke up under Ethan's repeated calls.

She gritted her teeth and got up until the sound of closing the door sounded.

She only rested for a few short hours, and today was another long shift. Just thinking about it, she felt broken.

Quickly wash up, bite a piece of cold bread and rush out of the house.

Within the limited time, I finally arrived at the police station in time and successfully clocked in for work.

Not only her, everyone who came here this morning had dark circles under their eyes, and each had a cup of coffee, pouring it into their stomachs desperately.

"Sheriff, please."

She put her hands on the reception desk and said weakly: "Please give me a better partner today, I feel seriously lack of energy."

"By the way, there is a nice car."

"What's wrong?" Pratt looked around and asked curiously in a low voice, "Is Detective Morgan that strong?"

The alarm bell sounded, and Burgess stood up instantly:
"Sheriff?"

She frowned slightly: "I don't understand what you mean."

"Forget it." Pratt waved his hand, looking like someone who came here: "I won't expose you, but the appearance of Detective Morgan should not be too bad. I seriously doubt that you can't handle him."

"Key, thank you."

Burgess blushed, she didn't want to discuss this topic very much, and immediately stretched out her slender palm.

"This is a new car." Pratt took off his glasses and walked to the side.

She picked out a car key from the wooden board on the wall and put it in Burgess's hand: "Be careful, if you break it, I'll take care of you."

"Don't worry, it won't."

Burgess grabbed the key excitedly, and the patrol car that was scheduled every day was like opening a blind box.

If you're unlucky, you'll be given a vehicle that can be tortured.

Maybe the person caught the day before would vomit and become incontinent in the car. The smell would not go away within a few days. Anything could happen.

(End of this chapter)