My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Hearing Rusek's words, Jill nodded stiffly:
"Yeah, I got a little hurt."

Ethan tried his best to control his expression, but the corner of his mouth was twitching uncontrollably.

"Then you have to take care of yourself."

Rusek said with concern: "How did you rest last night?"

"cough."

Atwater bumped Ruzek's shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "This is not your concern."

He had already noticed that something was wrong. The physical distance between Ethan and Jill had already broken through the normal social boundaries, and they looked like a couple.

"She's rested well."

Ethan grinned his white teeth and put his arms around Jill's shoulders with a smile: "At least I had a good rest last night."

"Snapped."

Jill slapped his hand away, and smiled at Rusek and Atwater: "Let's go, sit in the office first."

Watching her unnaturally walk up the steps, Ruzek almost couldn't close his mouth.

Damn, this trip is really tangled.

He took a sip of coffee sullenly, and looked at Ethan resentfully:

"good friend?"

"Let's go." Ethan smiled and waved his hand: "Get the man early, and feel at ease sooner."

Across more than 1000 kilometers, it is for Hector alone. Only by betting him within his sight can he feel at ease.

Ruzek and Atwater glanced at each other, and spread their hands in unison.

This time, he finally saw Detective Morgan's ability to pick up girls.

Following Jill's footsteps, she soon arrived at the office of the Violent Crime Division. When she opened the door and entered, she was in a trance. At this time, she was the only one there.

"call."

She took a deep breath: "Sit down wherever you want, I'll make arrangements."

Due to last night's reasons, the atmosphere in the branch office was extremely depressing.

The plainclothes detective with a tense expression was in a hurry.

You don't need to ask, you can tell just by looking at their faces. After a few hours, they got nothing.

Soon Jill came back, followed by several agents behind her.

A brief introduction, a few agents explained their purpose, nothing to do, just to understand the situation last night.

To put it bluntly, it is actually taking notes.

This is normal and understandable.

If someone died in his own department, I'm afraid he would also investigate into the bottom of the sky. Wouldn't he also rush to New York to arrest people?

Ethan and the others were all mentally prepared for this.

The detectives in charge of inquiring about the situation also knew what happened last night. If it weren't for these Chicago policemen, one or two of their own people would have died, so they were very polite when they learned about the situation.

Eight points are true, two points are false, Ethan frankly told what happened last night.

Under the friendly exchanges between the two parties, the transcript was quickly concluded.

Hector was also escorted over. It is estimated that last night he was cleaned up by Haotong, and he looked listless.

With Atwater handcuffing him from Chicago, the handover was officially complete.

As for the judge, it is left to the FBI.

A group of people walked out of the front door and stopped.

"If there is a chance in the future, I can play in New York again."

After shaking hands with Rusek and Atwater, Jill said wearily, "Of course, it's best not to do something like last night."

"Haha."

Ruzek smiled, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I have to go back." Ethan shrugged at Jill: "There is still a task ahead."

"It's okay." Jill shook her head:

"I also need to visit them in the hospital. This time, it's really a big trouble."

She is also a character who dares to love and hate. She stepped forward and put her arms around Ethan's neck, tiptoeing: "When you are free, you must remember to come to New York to see me."

"Shhh~"

Seeing the two hugging and kissing together, Rusek whistled enviously.

The Chevrolet's engine roared and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Atwater grabbed Hector's shoulder and asked, "Let's go back directly, or what?"

"Go back to my house first, and leave tomorrow." Ethan threw the car keys and threw them to Rusek:
"I need a day off."

"Snapped."

He slapped Hector on the head again: "You'd better be honest."

"I'm in a hurry, I'll kill you with one shot."

This threat is definitely not just verbal. Hector is very clear that the man in front of him can definitely say and do it.

When he was escorted downstairs last night, his legs almost went limp in fright.

Although Salvadorans are known for their ferocity, such a scene was unprecedented, and he knew very well that it was the person in front of him who did it.

Even after being beaten, he still lowered his head obediently.

Rusek took out the blindfold from his pocket and put it on for him. In order to avoid trouble, Ethan made it clear in advance that he would not mention any place names in front of Hector on this journey, and would wear it for him if conditions permit. blindfold.

As the only wounded soldier, Ethan took the co-pilot position.

As soon as you get in the car, you immediately close your eyes and recharge your batteries.

Back in Banshee Town, Ruzek and Atwater took Hector under control.

After more than three hours of rest, Ethan also regained his vitality, and began to indulge in shameless indulgence without stopping. It was not until noon the next day that he dragged his hollowed out body back to Chicago.

A month later, Chase Room.

Ethan sat in front of the computer, his mouse kept moving the page.

The above is the news of New York. There are a few pictures that are particularly shocking. The first one is the dollars stacked on the ground like a hill.

Turning down, the packaged unique products are placed on the table layer by layer.

According to news reports, this was the material seized in a previous FBI operation against criminals, with a total of nearly 5000 million US dollars and more than 780 pounds of flour.

Seeing this, Ethan threw a piece of beef jerky into his mouth.

Afterwards, after his own hard inventory, excluding Jaber’s suitcase, his profit from the six suitcases totaled more than 900 million. When he calculated the number, he was so excited that he cried out. Several young ladies came to accompany me.

After a night of madness, this excited mood was suppressed.

Unexpectedly, there are still so many seized left.

At that time, the judge still transported some away, and Ethan couldn't help touching his chin.

Damn these traffickers!
Scrolling down, the rest of the photos are all the densely packed firearms and dismantled explosives taken at the scene. As for the photos of those who died, they were suppressed by the FBI.

There is no need to release things that are not conducive to public security.

In short, the entire press release is that the powerful FBI, with the cooperation of the New York Police Department, successfully wiped out an independent trafficking group.

Nothing else was mentioned.

Ethan closed the web page, picked up his phone and smiled. The photo on it was sent by Jill.

She was holding a medal of commendation, and her face still had such a cool look.

I had also communicated with her during this period, but the judge was still unable to arrest her, and according to various evidences, the other party had successfully escaped into the forest of Colombia.

"Ethan."

A shout from inside the sheriff's office interrupted his thoughts.

He raised his head and found Hank waving at him, as if something was up.

Ethan drank a cup of coffee, got up and walked over.

"Close the door!"

Hank sat back in his chair and rested his feet on the table.

"what happened?"

Reaching out to take the cigarette thrown by Hank, Ethan opened the chair and sat down.

Sunlight poured in from the window and shone on Hank's face, with obvious wrinkles.

He looked at Ethan carefully, tapped his fingers on his body, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. After a long time, a hoarse voice sounded:
"Would you like to take my seat?" (End of this chapter)