My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing Emmett's dissatisfied look, Dean smiled.

"I don't like this either, but rules are rules. Considering the situation of your police station, I think there is no problem in continuing to supervise it."

"Officer Morgan, do you have anything to report?"

Ethan walked outside the cordon, took out a cigarette and knocked on the cigarette pack, "Don't ask me, I just arrived too."

"I know you are dissatisfied with my existence, but regarding this kidnapping and the firefight that took place in the abandoned metal processing factory, we will definitely investigate the many doubts in it."

"The Bureau has also assigned a special agent. He will arrive in a while. Until he makes a decision, you must accept the supervision of the FBI."

Dean pulled away the guard and took him to the pit, saying in a strong tone: "So now, would anyone like to tell me what happened here?"

Emmett glanced at Ethan and said helplessly: "A few hunters found the body today and then reported it."

"Based on the degree of decomposition of the bodies, the coroner estimated that these people were buried for about 10-12 weeks after they were killed. The people who buried the bodies were in a hurry and only dug a shallow pit, which was dug out by the hunter's dog. "

"Let me know if anything happens." Dean had been exposed to this kind of headless murder case for a long time, and he was already used to it. After covering his nose with a handkerchief and looking at it for a while, Dean got up and left.

After get off work, Ethan drove to Davis Bar, where the closed sign was still hanging high.

After he knocked on the door, the wooden door quickly opened a crack.

"Why are you here today? Don't you need to go to the hospital?"

When Jabo saw it was Ethan, he let Ethan go in and then closed the door.

"It's Emmett's turn tonight. Rabbit should not dare to come back for the time being. He has been the focus of the FBI's attention after the crossfire incident."

"You can do it yourself." Jiabo returned to his seat and looked at the laptop in front of him.

Ethan walked to the bar, leaned over and took out a wine glass, walked over to Jabber and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Jiabo picked up the wine bottle beside him and poured half a glass of wine for him.

After Ethan took a sip of wine, he pointed at the picture of a rabbit sitting in a car on the screen, with FBI files written above the picture.

"Any clues?"

"No, Rabbit has not shown up since he left Banshee Town." Jiabo shook his head.

"That's a pity. Rabbit killed more than a dozen gunmen this time, and he was also injured by Carly. If we can find his whereabouts at this time, maybe we can do something."

The two of them looked at the picture of the rabbit on the computer screen in silence. After a while, Jabo looked at Ethan, picked up a file bag from the side, and threw it in front of Ethan.

"What's this?"

"You'll know when you open it and take a look."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, put down his wine glass, untied the rope on the document bag, tilted it casually, and a stack of photos slid out.

He picked up the photo and looked at it, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

In these photos, they are all taken by street surveillance cameras. The photos are very blurry. If you are not familiar with the person, it is difficult to see his face.

It can be seen from the photo that in the surveillance screen, a naked person is running away in a hurry, followed by a man in a suit holding a pistol, and passers-by on the street are dodging.

"I really can't tell, but you have a good figure."

"Fayou, I'm in better shape now, with strong abdominal muscles."

Ethan clenched his fingers hard, and the photo in his hand was crumpled into a ball. He didn't expect that Jabo's skills were so great. In just a few days, he found the roadside surveillance video of his predecessor being chased.

Jia Bo reached out his hand, rummaged through the photos on the desktop, took out a photo and put it on the top.

"Take a look to see if it's this person. I've processed this picture to make it look clearer."

"It's him, nothing wrong."

Ethan looked at the profile picture in the photo and nodded heavily. This bald man with a British accent was particularly fresh in his memory.

"In addition to looking for the rabbit's whereabouts these days, I also confirmed what you said."

"Through my channels, I learned that the man in the photo is named Quentin. He works for a lending gang and is responsible for collection and troubleshooting."

"Then I investigated the situation of this gang and found out only one name. Their leader is Raymond Walton Brantley. Their slogan is that every account must be cleared. They once paid for a thousand dollars. We traveled across several states to collect the bill, and I don’t know how many people died in the process.”

Jiabo took a sip of wine and continued:

"This Brantley had a new mistress a few months ago, and the original mistress has disappeared."

"That is to say?" Ethan shook the photo in his hand.

"Yes, to put it simply, because of that woman, you also incurred Brantley's bill, and it is the kind of account that must be settled."

"How do I find this Brantley?"

"I'm trying to figure this out, but you also know that the whereabouts of this kind of person are the most mysterious, so it's very difficult. I'll let you know when there's news."

Jabber saw Ethan drinking silently, so he had no choice but to comfort him and said, "Don't worry, with us here, even if Brantley comes to Banshee Town, he won't be able to please him.

"Thank you. Since we can't find Brantley for the time being, let's focus on the rabbit first."

Speaking of rabbits, Jabber sighed heavily and turned his attention back to the computer.

When he got home, Ethan saw a car parked outside his house. Ethan's police car appeared and the person in the car opened the door and walked out.

Ethan removed his hand from the handle of the Glock and said in surprise:

“Jenny, why are you here?”

It was Jenny Kendall who got out of the car. She was wearing a short skirt, a pink shirt, black-rimmed glasses, her hair tied back, and a light makeup on her face.

"Good evening, Ethan."

Jenny smiled slightly at him, then raised the tray in her hand.

"I heard what happened in your police station. It was really terrible. How is Chief Hood doing now? I didn't expect that he actually chose to replace Carly's son with himself."

"Thank you for your concern. He is getting much better. What are you doing?"

"This is the pasta I made. I saw you liked it last time, so I made some for you and brought it over."

Many Western women maintain this habit. If they have an important date or want to leave a good impression on the person they meet, they will shave themselves smoothly in advance.

Looking at Jenny's smooth legs under the black short skirt, Ethan was not the first brother, so of course he could see what he meant.

But now that things are so complicated, he really has no intention of provoking another married woman.

Ethan opened the door and got out of the car, scratching his head helplessly.

Jenny's smile was a little forced, and she adjusted her glasses and took a half step back.

"Don't you welcome me?"