My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 798 Growing Up (Two in One)

"Carl~~~"

A roar resounded through the entire street.

"immediately."

Inside the house, there was a response.

Carl rushed out with a large piece of bread in his mouth, and his fluffy schoolbag was thrown high.

"The co-pilot is gone."

Debbie waved her arms and said impatiently, "You sit in the back."

"Ok."

Carl opened the car door dejectedly, pushed Lip and Ian aside, then quickly turned over and looked behind.

"Don't touch it."

Ethan stopped his movements, waved to Fiona who was standing at the door, and then started the car.

This kid wanted to touch the gun as soon as he got in the car.

"Ok."

Carl spread his arms like matchsticks, and asked curiously, "Is your welfare so good? How many cars have you changed?"

"Yo."

Ethan glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Sorry." Carl quickly smirked and said, "You know, this is just a common name."

"I want to know if the welfare is good or not." Ethan turned the steering wheel, the corners of his mouth turned up: "You can also be a Chicago policeman in the future. How should I put it, the middle class is still fine."

"Hahaha!"

Inside the car, there was a roar of laughter.

"Water."

Ethan raised a hand and asked inexplicably, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Carl, CPD?"

Ian laughed and said, "I believe he can enter the Chicago Central Prison, and the benefits there should be pretty good."

"Yes."

Lip scratched his messy hair: "Or the juvenile detention center, which is also very suitable for him."

"You two bastards."

Karl looked at the two older brothers who laughed at him, and pointed out his middle finger.

Well, Ethan is too lazy to stop him. There is no way. It is impossible for children living in the southern district to follow the rules. If you don't make other people's stomachs bigger before the age of 16, you are already very sensible.

"By the way, why do you look so happy today?"

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror. These guys all looked excited, especially Carl and Debbie, who were not as listless as before.

"Today is the last day."

Debbie responded, and the crowd cheered, "Summer is here!!!"

Well, Ethan smiled and shook his head.

I thought it was a change from evil and returned to the right, and I became fond of learning.

It turned out that it was to welcome the next three months of summer vacation, so that I could have a good crazy meal.

Yes, summer is here.

The air-conditioning was turned on in the car, and the time passed so quickly.

"Not this way."

Debbie saw the direction Ethan was driving, and quickly directed, "You're going the wrong way."

"Oh it's all right."

Ethan said indifferently: "Just turn back later."

Cadillac turned two or three streets and came to the location of the small building last night. During the day, the surrounding environment can be seen more clearly. This location is quiet and there are no street vendors nearby.

The three directions of the house are surrounded by a circle of trees, and the outside is a half-person-high iron fence.

There aren't many houses like this around here.

Fiona's vision is very good.

The place has been restored and used as an apartment rental and should be doing well.

Even if you don't make an apartment, it's not bad to buy it as an investment.

The billboards for sale and rent were spray-painted with several graffiti, including local gang logos and a black dick.

These should be the work of the tramps inside.

They want to use these to deter potential buyers, but the gang signs are drawn indecently, so that they are not afraid of real gang members coming to make trouble.

The reason why this small building is difficult to deliver must be because of the homeless people inside.

No kidding, these guys are like psoriasis and definitely scare away a lot of potential investors.

However, this does not include myself.

Ethan wrote down the number and continued to turn the steering wheel.

After sending a few people back to school, Ethan also returned to the police station. Seeing the patrol cars parked outside, he tapped on the steering wheel briskly.

Stop the car and walk up the steps quickly.

"Oh oh oh."

Pratt opened his arms and said with a smile: "Look, this is who's back."

"Hi~"

Ethan leaned over and hugged her gently: "You look good, you should have slept well recently."

"Thank you." Pratt held out his hand: "Where is the gift?"

"Ok?"

Ethan shrugged and said doubtfully, "Didn't I give it to you just now?"

"A very warm hug."

"Hahaha." Pratt laughed heartily: "Well, that is indeed a good gift."

"Boss."

A cry came from behind.

Looking back, I found that it was Antonio. This guy seemed to be in a bad state of mind. The two bumped their fists and shoulders together. Ethan asked, "How is it, have you nothing to do these days?"

"It's still the same." Antonio blinked:
"The case, the shootout, and during your absence, I missed a lot of wonderful scenes."

"Dawson."

A shout sounded from the side, and Burgess' new partner, Sean Roman, walked over quickly. After seeing Ethan, he shouted again:
"Good morning, Sheriff Morgan."

"Hello."

Ethan nodded at him.

According to Burgess, this new patrolman is not bad, he is very motivated to do things, and the two cooperate very well.

"It's okay, you can just say it."

Antonio saw Roman hesitate to speak, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Sergeant Morgan is not an outsider."

Ethan blinked, wondering when the two of them got together.

"Ok."

Roman shrugged and said with a smile: "Mr. Roslin gave a good evaluation of your performance last night."

"I know." Antonio scratched his nose and looked around:
"He also gave me the chance to work again, next week."

"Not bad, not bad." Roman glanced at Ethan, and continued to say to Antonio: "That guy is a bit difficult to deal with, but I believe that with your ability, there will be no problem."

"By the way, here's a tip for you."

He winked at Antonio and said enthusiastically, "When that guy is drunk, he will be very generous in tipping."

"If he wants to buy a drink, satisfy him."

Antonio smiled and nodded upon hearing this, this is indeed a good tip.

"Go away, Sheriff."

Roman patted Antonio's arm, turned and walked into the patrol rest area.

"You are this?"

Ethan gritted his teeth, and said cautiously: "Brother, I know you are handsome and have a good physique, but can we not be recruiters?"

"If you insist, can you find a rich woman?"

"Looking for a man, I'm a little scared."

"Fakyu!" Even though Antonio knew he was joking, he couldn't laugh or cry, and punched Ethan:

"This is a private security service."

"After get off work, in a few hours, I can earn 500 yuan."

"You know, I have two children to raise in my family." Antonio spread his hands and continued to explain: "I'm not like you, I'm a millionaire!"

"It's just a bit of extra money after get off work to be a personal bodyguard for a diamond dealer."

This kind of thing is nothing to be ashamed of.

Competent police officers will do some private work when they are off duty, which can subsidize their families.

Serving police detectives like them are especially welcome.

You can earn 500 yuan in a few hours. For a police detective with a monthly salary of only [-] to [-] yuan, the temptation is not small, and the income is much higher than the daily salary.

"OK, I can understand."

Ethan raised his hands and didn't say anything about borrowing money, which was an insult to others.

"only."

He looked at Roman's back, frowned and asked, "Can he play this?"

"You know, he's just a patrolman."

Running this kind of private defense is usually done by experienced retired police officers. Those old fritters are more accurate in judging people and things, and generally there will be no problems.

It's not that Roman's position is low.

It's just that he's a little too young, so it's too early to do this kind of work.

"Just accept the money."

Antonio grabbed the earrings and said indifferently: "He has a lot of contacts and can find business. This is Roman's ability."

"As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me."

"Ah."

Ethan nodded and bumped fists with him again: "Anyway, you just need to be careful."

There are still certain risks in doing this kind of thing.

Of course, with Antonio's ability, ordinary things can't trouble him.

Just when the two were about to go upstairs, Irene came out from another direction, which was the place to go to the violent crime unit. As an adopted daughter, she would run over to see Hank from time to time.

"Hey."

Seeing Ethan, Erin walked over quickly and opened her arms.

The two embraced firmly.

"I haven't seen you for a few days." Ethan let go of his hand and looked him up and down: "You seem to have grown up."

"what?"

Irene was puzzled and asked, "Aren't we growing up every day?"

"Bah."

Antonio couldn't help laughing, and walked quickly up the stairs.

Ethan felt a murderous aura, and hurriedly followed, but still received a heavy kick on his leg.

"asshole."

Irene gritted her teeth and cursed, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You're looking for Hank." Ethan rubbed his calf and asked with a grin, "Why did you come back so soon?"

"He's not in now."

Erin frowned and replied, taking out her phone.

"be late?"

Ethan asked as he walked up.

"Impossible." Antonio shook his head and said, "If it's not for urgent cases, I've never seen him late."

"Get ill?"

Ethan turned back and looked at Irene.

"I've seen him bring a bottle to the police station once." Irene responded to this point while pressing her cell phone: "I don't know what he's doing, and the violent crime team said they couldn't contact him." .”

Walking into the Chase Room, Ethan clapped hands one after another.

After a greeting, he went back to the office and sat down comfortably, pressing several files on the table.

From the looks of it, it should be the fruit of their labor during this period.

There was no dust on the tabletop, it was cleaned up, even the ashtray was washed, Ethan turned his head sideways, and gave a thumbs up to Nadia who was sitting farthest across from him.

If I'm not mistaken, it's only her.

Nadia smiled and continued to work hard, not only her own job, but also many things.

The entire intelligence team was cleaned up by her.

For her, there were not many opportunities, and few possibilities in life.

With the help of Irene, she finally found a way to a normal life. In despair, any straw she encounters will be desperately grasped. Nadia also proves herself in this way.

"Bump."

As soon as he opened the case file, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey."

Irene walked in quickly, and hurriedly said: "Hank can't be contacted by mobile phone or landline. This kind of thing has never happened before, so I don't worry."

"Let's go then."

Ethan closed the case file: "I'll go and take a look with you."

Hank has never been in such a bad situation before, which is why Irene looks worried. In view of this situation, he also decided to follow the past to see if it is really a serious illness.

"I'm going out."

Walking outside, Ethan knocked on Antonio's desk: "Call if you have anything to do."

Make him interim supervisor before leaving.

This means that Ethan defaults to Antonio as the second-in-command of the intelligence team, and the other party is also very prudent in doing things, and he can do it very well with just one confession.

"Go."

Antonio rubbed his temples: "There is nothing to do today."

"Hey, please." Orlinsky knocked on the table and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't say such things."

Ethan smiled and quickly went downstairs with Irene.

Whether it's the fire department, the hospital, or the police station, there are all these inexplicable taboos. You can't talk about idleness, and trouble will happen if you talk about idleness.

The older you are, the more you believe in this.

Two people, one car, drove to where Hank lived.

Irene looked at the steering wheel, and muttered to pull the seat belt, this car does not belong to her, she can't take the driving right.

"Why did you suddenly travel to Colombia?"

She adjusted her sitting posture and asked very curiously: "The phone is often disconnected, is it related to the two people who came here last time?"

"No."

Ethan shook his head and changed the subject: "How was your mother's wedding going?"

"It's not going on, it's still two days later." Irene thought of something, her eyes lit up: "How about you go with me, please, I really don't want to go to that kind of place by myself."

"I don't know what's going on, but seeing her happy makes me feel sad in my heart."

The mother has reformed herself, but the love she gives is from others. As a daughter, Irene, it is normal to have any complicated emotions.

"Introduce me to your friends."

Ethan looked forward, casually stretched out two fingers to the co-pilot, and made a comparison: "At least two, and more beautiful ones."

"you..."

Irene was a little frustrated, this guy really put the scumbag on the table.

"Is it a deal?"

Ethan turned his head and glanced at her.

I'm not very willing to participate in this kind of thing. I have to wear a suit and pretend to be like others.

"I can't help you lie."

Erin became conflicted, wrinkled her nose and said, "My friends are going to hate me."

"It's okay." Ethan grinned and said:
"You just have to tell them I'm a multi-millionaire and that's it, hahaha."

We all know how much the rich in the United States spend. Every summer, yachts on Lake Michigan are filled with beauties in bikinis.

Many women don't mind playing with the rich a few times.

Think of it as attending a party and enjoying a life that you have never touched before,
Knowing that there are many people who have the opportunity to date a multi-millionaire, they will be happy, and Irene knows that her friends are no exception.

"never mind."

She hesitated for a moment, hugged her chest angrily: "Then I'll go and forget it alone."

"Who asked me to be your friend." Ethan reached out and knocked her on the head: "Okay, I'll help you with this, just let me know in advance when the time comes."

"Thank you."

Irene immediately cloudy to sunny.

(End of this chapter)