My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After smoking the cigarette in his hand, Ethan sat back in the car.

At this time, the radio rang.

"Ethan, we received a report that a robbery occurred on Route 80, and the Chino Moon Casino's security van was robbed..."

"Copy that, I'll be there right away."

After adjusting his uniform in the rearview mirror, Ethan started the vehicle and left.

Before he reached his destination, he could see a puff of black smoke rising in the distance. Ethan drove over and saw several cars parked at the scene.

He pulled over the police car, and the Ford F150 from before was still shrouded in flames.

The security personnel of the Chino Police Department and Chino Moon Casino had arrived at the scene ahead of them. People were flashing under the slope, and many people were looking for clues below.

Alex stood next to the burning vehicle with a gloomy face, the firelight dancing in his eyes.

Just as Ethan was about to walk over, Alex turned his head and glared, his eyes full of anger.

Come on, Ethan is very sensible and didn't go over to get into trouble. He grabbed the radio and contacted other people.

Not long after, Emmett, Siobhan and Hood also arrived at the scene.

Hood winked at Ethan, and the two walked down the slope together, pretending to look for clues.

Together with Alex's people, they made the escape scene even more messy, and the originally clear stream water was muddied by the steps.

At this time, Siobhan shouted from above, and they quickly walked up.

The raging fire on the Ford F150 had been extinguished. As soon as the firefighters walked away, Alex led his men to check.

It's a pity that the vehicles were badly burned, and no clues were found. Alex kicked the car body angrily, making a muffled sound.

"These people are very professional in their approach and at least they know the terrain very well."

Emmett tapped the pen in his hand and looked at Hood.

"So, they moved the money here and burned the car." Siobhan asked.

Hood nodded and walked up to Alex "How much was stolen from you?"

Seeing the sergeant of the Banshee Town Police Department in front of him, Alex braced himself and said, "It's not clear yet. They stole most of the cash in the car and then fled from here to the other side. Someone helped them leave. .”

Hood continued to ask: "My men and I just went downstairs to check and found signs of exchange of fire. It was obvious that someone caught up with this group of people from behind. Is this one of yours? What do you know about this gunman?" ?"

"Sorry, this can't help you." Alex took the information handed over by his subordinates.

"According to the clues you provided, there is someone in the escort car. Does this fake security guard have any clues?"

Hood crossed his arms and continued to ask, "Such as surveillance video records?"

"The server was infected with a virus this morning, and all the backup data was damaged, and all video records within 24 hours were lost."

Seeing Alex's silence, the men standing behind him responded.

"Where is the lost cash? Is there any traceable information, serial number, special mark?" Emmett kept recording with a pen, then raised his head and asked.

Alex's men shook their heads, "Nothing, the money was recovered from the gambling table."

Hearing this, Emmett put down the pen and notebook helplessly. There were no clues, so how could he investigate.

Hood looked at Alex "Do you have any clues about the person who did this?"

Alex gritted his teeth, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then he forced a smile and said to Hood:

"Chief, thank you for coming. I can't help you in this regard."

After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry with his men.

Not long after Alex left, the people from the Chino Police Department greeted them and left, leaving only a few people from the Banshee Town Police Department at the scene.

Emmett glanced at the notepad in his hand. There were only a few lines of words on it, and he said helplessly:

"There is nothing that can be used. He notified us to come here just as a matter of routine. Seeing as what he meant, he wanted to solve it himself."

"Please, we came here last." Siobhan took over, looked at Hood and said: "Before this, his people and the people from the Chino Police Department had already arrived, and it was obvious that they didn't want us to interfere. .”

"Okay, he has the final say on his casino. Emmett, just keep records."

Faced with this situation, Hood chuckled inwardly, and then asked them to leave and do whatever they had to do.

Ethan did not have any further communication with Hood, waved goodbye to them, left first, and continued today's patrol work.

In the evening, after get off work.

Ethan went home, got into his Dodge Challenger, and went to a supermarket in town.

He held the supermarket trolley and went straight to the supermarket's wine rack. In the supermarket here, if the requirements are not too high, there are a lot of wines worth more than ten dollars, and the taste is good in all aspects.

Ethan didn't have the patience to pick and choose. Anyway, the prices were about the same, so he grabbed the wine that he thought had a good-looking bottle and put it in the trolley.

After a while, there were bottles full of wine inside.

An aunt passing by looked at the wine bottles in Ethan's cart and gave him a disgusted look.

It has to be said that the social problems caused by alcoholism in Lao America are still very serious. A considerable number of people have joined alcohol addiction mutual aid groups because alcohol addiction has affected their lives.

In the eyes of the aunt just now, Ethan was directly classified into the category of people addicted to alcohol.

He smiled, and it seemed to be true. Since he discovered that his resistance to alcohol has been greatly enhanced, he basically takes a few sips after rest every day, just like drinking a drink.

When checking out, the cashier saw Ethan's young appearance and asked him to show his ID seriously.

After paying the bill, when Ethan pushed the trolley to the parking lot, he saw Brock's pickup truck parked in front of the nearby donut shop.

Good guy, you still come to a place like this after get off work. This is how much you like sweets.

He moved the wine in the cart to the trunk, closed the car door, clapped his hands, and walked toward the donut shop.

"Brock, why don't you go home?"

Brock was eating hard, and there was a huge cup of Coke next to him. Ethan suddenly felt tired.

Brock looked up and saw Ethan sitting down opposite him. After chewing twice, he replied angrily:

"Go back and stare at the TV alone? Where are you going?"

"A friend has moved to a new house and invited me to come over for dinner. Do you want to come with him?"

Ethan knew that he had divorced his wife due to work problems, so he looked at his pitiful look and asked.

"Male or female?" Brock's eyes lit up.

Ethan answered honestly, "Female."

"How many are there?" Brock's eyes brightened.

Ethan continued to answer honestly, "One."

"Forget it." Brock's eyes dimmed, "I'd better go to the Savoy Gentlemen's Club by myself."

At this time, the glass door of the donut shop was violently pushed open.

"It's robbery time, everyone, stay still."

Thanks for the tip, I’ll add an update to the carp, I can’t afford it for those with disabilities, so tonight’s running plan has been ruined, O(∩_∩)O haha~