My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 727 Worse People

"Okay!"

Ethan clicked his cigarette and waved to Hank: "Come on, let me sit for a while and try to see what it's like to be a sheriff."

"no problem."

Hank immediately put his feet down and stood up.

His straightforward appearance made Ethan's heart pound:

"Are you kidding me?"

"I rarely joke." Hank patted the back of the chair and said in a deep voice, "Especially when this kind of thing is involved."

"Okay." Ethan raised his hand to disperse the smoke:
"Tell me, what's the matter?"

It happened so suddenly that I was confused.

Hank smiled, pulled out the chair and sat down again.

"Last time I went to New York." He put his hands on the table and asked seriously, "Did Phillips recruit you?"

"Snapped."

Ethan patted his forehead: "Those two big mouths."

"It was because of this."

He bit his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, I rejected him right away. I had a great time in Chicago."

"That's one of the incentives." Hank knocked on the table:

"Let me just say it clearly, Bildon is dead, and his department has never been in charge."

"The bureau wants to promote me to be the director of the branch and also the supervisor of the violent crime team. I will be mainly responsible for directing the operations of the intelligence team and the violent crime team. The mess over there must be cleaned up."

Both promotion and salary increase.

Moreover, it is the director of the sub-bureau in charge of the operation, and the power also rises accordingly.

This is a great thing, but Ethan can't figure out what it has to do with him.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Hank continued to explain:

"Out of balance, if I agree, it is impossible for me to continue to hold the position of intelligence team leader. It will make many people sleepless."

"And after what happened at Taylor's concert last time, you entered the high-level vision."

"Before I went to New York to bring Hector back, firstly, I did a lot of credit and made the police department look good, and secondly, the FBI over there gave you a very high evaluation, which is also a comprehensive consideration scope."

Hank lit himself a cigarette, took a deep breath and said:

"In addition, after you arrive in Chicago, many people can see the achievements you have made."

"So under the recommendation of Chief Perry and I, the top police department decided to let you be promoted to sheriff and take over the work of the intelligence team."

Sheriff, intelligence unit.

Ethan held the cigarette with his hand and shaved his cheek.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Of course, it also depends on your wishes." Hank's tone was a little excited, and he continued:
"These words are just for you."

"I can rest assured that the intelligence team is entrusted to you. Everyone is our own. In the future, the operation of the 21st branch will basically be up to us."

This is simply nonsense, Hank went to take the position of chief of operations, and also served as the violent crime team.

On the intelligence team's side, he took over again.

The two powerful divisions of the 21st Bureau can be said to be in their hands.

"It's inappropriate." Ethan reached out to the ashtray, gently rolling the cigarette butt on it: "I've only been here for less than a year, and I was promoted to the police chief?"

"Besides, I don't like playing politics."

"Also, Antonio will have an idea, right?"

The five people, Irene, Orlinski, Horsted, Rusek, and Atwater, are not considered.

Olinsky's qualifications are enough, but he is only a Buddhist pensioner.

He has never been interested in these power struggles.

But Antonio has profound qualifications and is also in the prime of life. Let him be a young man in his 20s as his subordinate. I don't know if he will have an idea.

That's right, Ethan was moved.

When he asked if Antonio would have an idea, Hank also knew he was moved.

"Whether it's suitable or not, the senior management has the final say. As long as you have the ability, it's not a big deal to promote you as a police chief." Hank smiled and took off the silver police badge, and threw it on the table:

"I'm still your boss. I'm the supervisor of the violent crime team. Who will play politics with you?"

"As for Antonio, he will officially go to work tomorrow, I will talk to him, I believe he can understand."

"Ding ding ding." Hank tapped the police badge lightly with his nails: "Of course, I also have selfish intentions. If my police badge is changed to gold, it should look good."

"Inspector?" Ethan raised his eyebrows.

If you are still a sheriff, the police badge can't be changed to gold.

But it's true, it's not justified to be the chief of the sub-bureau, and still have the title of sheriff.

"Yes."

Hank nodded and repeated Ethan's words: "It's the inspector."

"You can go back and think about it."

He looked at his watch, and said in a deep voice, "I'm just saying hello to you in advance, and give me an answer tomorrow. If you have no objection, the corresponding process will start."

"Let me think about it."

Ethan scratched his head and stood up.

It's good to be in charge of a department, although it's still the same job as before, but after all, there are a few more subordinates.

After thinking about it, I felt a little dark in my heart.

"Fake."

When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Hank: "Tell Director Perry, I'll take over this matter."

Since cool, then do it.

It is not in my character to think so much about what I have or not, and to hesitate.

"No problem." Hank raised his legs again and gave him a thumbs up: "I will contact him now. According to the procedure, you will change into a formal suit when you arrive at the police station tomorrow. We need to accept a high-level interview."

"Don't worry, this is just a formality."

Ethan nodded, and walked out of the sheriff's office with a sigh. In less than a year, this place will become his own department.

At this time, the Datong room was empty.

He also wasted some time because of checking the news.

Others have already left work.

"Om."

Just as I picked up my thin coat and was about to go home, I received a text message on my phone.

"Reality show night, junk food night, want to come over?" The message was accompanied by a photo of a large paper bag with a big yellow M logo on the table.

"no problem."

Ethan replied a text message, shook the key and walked downstairs.

After getting in the car, he went to the drive-thru to buy a big bucket of fried chicken, and then went straight to Gallagher's house.

The last time Frank was chased for debts, it ended with him pretending to be dead.

It has to be said that that guy is an absolute genius when it comes to avoiding debts and all kinds of stealing and cheating.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard a burst of lively laughter.

"Survivors prepare!!!"

Carl's cheers came out through the window.

"Yo."

Ethan strode up the steps, opened the door and walked in: "Did you start without waiting for me?"

On the couch, Fiona, Veronica, and Kevin sat together, leaving an empty seat beside them, while Carl was making a fuss on the single sofa with Liam in his arms.

"Hey, Ethan."

A group of people greeted him one after another: "Hurry up, it's already started."

On TV, a reality show of survivors was staged.

Contestants in cool clothes are fighting for a reward of 100 million US dollars.

On the table in the middle, there are more than a dozen burgers and piles of French fries.

"fried chicken."

Ethan picked up the extra-large fried chicken bucket behind his back, causing cheers.

That's why he liked to come over to the Gallaghers' house sometimes, a little bit of happiness would make them very happy, and as long as that bastard Frank wasn't messing around, it was always a good time.

"Here, beer."

Ian walked over with a few bottles of beer in his arms, handed a bottle to Ethan, and then took the fried chicken bucket.

Behind him, Lip shook his hands, and the big bottle of Fat House Happy Water was bubbling.

"Thank you."

Ethan took the beer and walked behind the sofa.

He put his arm around Fiona's chin and kissed it hard, causing a wolf howl.

"There are rooms upstairs."

Carl grabbed a chicken wing, rolled his eyes and said, "But let's talk about it after eating, don't be so anxious."

"Haha."

Fiona laughed, grabbed a pillow and threw it at Carl.

This guy is a big kid.

Ethan lifted the beer cap and sat comfortably on the sofa without taking anything. After a while, a fried chicken leg, chicken wing, and hamburger were fed by Fiona non-stop.

"You feed him so full, be careful that you can't stand it at night."

Seeing this, Veronica and Fiona bit their ears.

The two of them can talk about everything, and the matter of the bed is no exception. Veronica also knows that Ethan's combat effectiveness is extraordinary.

"Fakyu."

Fiona scratched Veronica's waist hard, and Veronica was not to be outdone.

The two women laughed and quarreled on the sofa.

Ethan and Kevin hurriedly took them under control, and the farce stopped.

Night fell quietly, and the competition on TV was fierce.

Just as everyone was cheering for the contestants, there was a muffled bang that caught their attention. Everyone in the living room turned their heads and looked towards the door.

Ethan let go of his hand on the handle of the gun and breathed a sigh of relief.

Debbie was wearing a pink dress, standing by the stairs, and she was the one who was swinging the door just now.

The little girl twisted her two small hands vigorously, with a complicated expression.

"Debbie."

Fiona put down the beer bottle and quickly asked, "Didn't you go to Sheila's house to play?"

"what's going on?"

"Is Frank drunk again?" Lip stood up from the carpet with a normal expression.

"Don't be afraid." Ian wiped his mouth and stretched out his hands to Debbie:
"Come here, remember, next time you meet Frank drunk again, just ignore him, there is no need to feel sorry for him."

"why?"

Debbie pursed her lips, and said angrily, "Why do you blame Frank every time something happens?"

"Obviously there is a person who is worse than him."

"No matter how bad Frank is, he will always be by our side."

Hearing her words, Fiona stood up abruptly from the sofa: "Did you see her, where is she?"

"Who?"

Ethan asked curiously.

Fiona waved her hands back and looked at Debbie steadily: "Don't be dazed, talk."

"Ah."

Debbie nodded silently: "Monica, it's at Sheila's house."

The happy atmosphere just now was gone, and several Gallaghers at the scene sat blankly, not knowing how to react.

"Monica?"

Ethan asked Veronica silently.

The latter also replied with a mouth shape: "Their mother."

Ethan finally understood why they were like this. Facing such a close relative who ruthlessly abandoned them and ran away without a trace, it is not surprising to have such a reaction.

"Can you take us there?" Fiona looked at Ethan.

There are some things that she needs to ask clearly. She has endured too much these years, and at least she needs to get an apology instead of letting Monica leave quietly again.

"No problem at all."

Ethan grabbed the car keys and walked outside the house.

The people behind kept up with a huff and got into the Ford Interceptor.

Even Veronica and Kevin squeezed into the car, looking as if watching the excitement is not a big deal, but in fact, they are not far from Sheila's house, only two or three blocks away. At this time, Fiona just wanted to The sooner the better.

Pulling a car of people, he kicked the accelerator and drove towards Sheila's house.

The car was eerily quiet, and even Carl, who liked to make noise in his car the most, sat quietly.

In less than a minute, they arrived at Sheila's house.

Beside the street, there was a tall truck parked, and the long carriage looked like the kind of vehicle specially designed for long-distance running.

Everyone ran up the steps together and knocked on the wooden door.

Seeing them filing in, Ethan leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette, the smoke drifting with the night wind.

"Aren't you going to go in?"

An immature voice sounded next to him, and Ethan turned his head and found that it was Karen Jackson. In fact, she is not immature even considering her age, she should be in her early 17s.

She looks petite, but like Lip, she is about to graduate from high school.

"Blow the air."

Ethan raised his hand and motioned for the cigarette in his hand.

"Can I have one?"

Karen was wearing a set of light yellow home casual clothes, and walked over with her hands on her chest. The little pigeon was very white and tender.

"No problem at all."

Ethan handed over the cigarette case together with the lighter, smoking is better than smoking leaves.

"Crack."

Karen lit a cigarette very skillfully, and exhaled gray-white smoke from her small mouth: "I always thought my father was bad enough, but compared with Lip's parents, he is simply a saint."

Smiling, Ethan took the lighter.

However, Karen's fingertips flicked against her palm a few times.

The movements are very jerky, just like the feeling that I just learned but haven't been able to use proficiently.

The teasing meaning was already very obvious, and Ethan couldn't figure it out, why did this little girl always look like she was going to eat herself.

And she is Lip's girlfriend, and she also knows that she has a relationship with Fiona.

I don't know why she is like this.

Now that you have thought of it, you have to ask. Anyway, there is no one else here, so there is nothing to worry about.

"I understand your idea."

Ethan glanced at the zipper gap on her clothes, shrugged and asked, "But why, you are playing with fire."

Karen leaned closer to Ethan, fascinated by the smell of testosterone.

Lip was just a little boy by comparison.

"I do not know either."

Karen bit her lip and said, "Just like those people who smoke alone, I can't control myself in this regard."

"I just know what kind of feeling I really need."

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