My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"bump."

The iron gate at the stairway opened, and Ethan and the three people behind walked out quickly.

"Pratt?"

When he saw the person standing behind the reception desk, he asked in surprise: "Don't you take two more days off?"

"No need." Pratt waved his hand quickly:

"I'm not injured. I'm staying at home, and I'm too busy."

"Thank you for what happened yesterday."

She and Ethan touched their fists lightly, then looked to the side: "Irene, someone is looking for you, and I was just about to call."

"Who?"

Erin turned her head and looked towards the reception room.

Several other people also followed her into the reception room. A blonde middle-aged woman wearing a leopard print shirt and carrying a pink handbag was smiling and waving at them.

Bonnie!

Ethan recognized at a glance that this was Irene's mother.

And Bonnie also recognized Ethan, stopped waving her arms, and her face became weird.

"God."

Irene clenched her fists and walked over quickly: "Are you kidding me?"

"I told you, just send me an email if you need anything."

"I sent it." Bonnie sighed softly and fiddled with her hair: "But you didn't reply, so I had to find it."

Looking at this irresponsible and unreliable mother, Irene bit her lip.

She loosened her fist and said coldly:

"If you don't reply, it's my reply. Tell me, what can you do when you come to see me?"

"I want money, but I don't have it."

"You are still the same as when you were a child. You don't dare to be alone, but you want to bring your friends together." Bonnie stretched out her hand, trying to grab Irene: "The handsome guy in the back is your colleague, right? ?”

Erin took a step back, avoiding her fingers.

"I'm busy." Irene knocked on her watch: "Nothing, I'm leaving first."

"Don't go."

Bonnie quickly shouted: "I told you, I'm getting married, and the wedding will be held in more than a week."

"When the time comes, I hope you can come."

"why?"

Irene spread her hands and asked excitedly, "What exactly do you want to do, to prove to others that you are a responsible person and a good mother?"

Seeing the tense situation inside, Ethan quickly stepped forward to close the door.

This kind of thing, no one wants to be seen by others.

Eileen is also a very strong person. She hides and digests many things by herself.

She definitely didn't want others to hear these words.

"Let's go." After closing the door, Ethan continued to walk outside the police station: "We'll wait for her in the car."

Antonio and Atwater glanced at each other and followed quickly.

Looking at the closed door, Bonnie pursed her lips, and looked at Irene with red eyes: "I don't want to prove anything, you are my only child, I just want you to witness."

"I'm trying to change my life, and I need you there."

"Email me."

Irene's chest rose and fell sharply. After she said a word, she slammed the door open.

There was a loud noise in the clinic.

"gentlemen."

The clinic nurse stopped a white man wearing an army green T-shirt and a leather jacket over his shoulders: "You can't leave now. According to the regulations, you have been shot and you need to wait for the police to come and deal with it before you can leave."

"I said, I'm fine."

There was a trace of sweat on the face of the leather jacket. He forced a smile and said, "It's just a firearm at home. Just get me some painkillers."

"Sir." The nurse took a step back:
"If you don't cooperate, I'll call the security personnel over."

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

After more than ten minutes of delay and pestering, the leather jacket was already impatient, and he grabbed the nurse's collar viciously: "Why don't you go to your work and leave my affairs alone?"

This move made the nurse turn pale with fright.

"Hey!."

The glass door of the clinic was pushed open by two people, and the big old black yelled: "Let go of your hands."

"Shet."

Seeing the police badge on the waist of the big black man, the whole body of the leather jacket trembled. He pushed the nurse away vigorously, and ran backward like a frightened rabbit.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

Atwater quickly stepped forward and picked up the female nurse: "Are you injured?"

"I am fine."

The pretty nurse was still in shock: "He's the one who got the gunshot wound."

Without her reminding, Antonio has spread his legs:

"Chicago police, stop."

The leather jacket was panting and running in front, overturning the trolleys in the corridor, and scattered all kinds of medicines and tools, forcing Antonio to jump up and dodge again and again.

"Boom."

The leather jacket knocked open the back door with a happy expression on his face.

However, a toe quietly protruded from the side, hooked his calf, and gently picked it.

"Ah~"

The leather jacket lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground with a scream, kicking up a circle of dust.

"hiss."

Ethan took a breath and retracted his toes.

This position hurts just looking at it.

He stepped forward again, stepped on that person's shoulder, and asked Irene, "Is it this person?"

"Fack, Fack."

The other hand of the leather jacket slapped the ground vigorously, and he shouted in pain: "Quickly let go of your feet."

"We're lucky."

Irene stepped forward quickly, and recognized at a glance that this was the person who drove away last night: "It's him, there is no doubt."

"damn it."

Antonio ran over panting. After he cursed, he took out five dollars from his pocket: "Why don't you run to the front door, you bastard."

After speaking, he kicked the person lying on the ground away:
"Dare to do something to the people in the intelligence team, you are not small."

"Thank you."

Ethan let go of the foot on the leather jacket's wound, took the five dollars with a smile, and flicked them triumphantly.

"Can I give it later?"

Atwater ran over sullenly, clutching his pockets pitifully.

"No."

Eileen hooked her fingers resolutely.

Making a bet while catching is one of the few pleasures they enjoy while working.

Having lost the money, the two men who were also responsible for doing the dirty work lifted up the leather jacket with resentment. Antonio was still angry when he saw the man's face bruised and swollen.

"boom."

He took the man's arm and punched him in the liver.

"Oh~~~"

The little tongue of the leather jacket popped out, trembling wildly.

"This punch has taught you one thing." Antonio tugged at the ears of the leather jacket: "Remember, don't have any wrong thoughts about any policemen in the future, you're lucky if you don't die this time. "

Unexpectedly, things were resolved so easily.

Looking at the three people leaving, Ethan put a cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it. It seems that the trip to Colombia can be put on the agenda.

"What did those two people want to do with you just now?"

Erin snatched the cigarette away, took a deep breath, and asked with a frown.

She didn't really want to know what happened, but she was very annoyed now, so she wanted to chat casually.

"It's nothing."

Ethan threw another cigarette into his mouth: "A little thing."

There is no need to let other people know about the matter of going to Colombia. They are all police detectives, so it is easy to guess some clues.

"About Bonnie."

Ethan said in turn: "I think you can give her a chance."

"Did you hear that?"

Erin frowned, her cheeks bulging.

"It's only a few meters away, so it's hard to pretend not to hear." Ethan pinched her shoulder and comforted him: "Actually, this is also a chance for you to let go of the past and let yourself be free."

"Let's go."

Ethan patted his stomach, and walked to the side with her arms: "What do you want to eat, I'll treat you."

"Beef ribs."

Irene put aside her troubles in an instant, and jumped up excitedly.

"A funny guy."

"Ah, what did you say?"

"Chinese."

"What means?"

"You are beautiful."

"Thank you."

You said something, I said something, and the two walked to Cadillac.

A gust of wind blew the broken front teeth rolling back and forth on the ground.

After lunch, return to the police station.

Ethan wrote a leave note and asked Nadia to hand it over to Hank.

He had already talked with Hank on the phone. The other party met with Phillips just now and knew what was going on. Naturally, he agreed with all his heart. He had no reason to refuse such a matter of cleaning up the troubles.

Of course, Phillips had no objection to being able to leave early, and they made an appointment to meet at the airport.

As for the work of the intelligence team, it will be handed over to Antonio for the time being.

Now that the case in hand came to an end, he could leave with peace of mind, and the few remaining people were not vegetarians either.

Now that he made up his mind, he didn't stay long.

If I skip work for half a day today, no one will make any comments.

After explaining a few words to the surprised crowd, Ethan drove home to pack his things. Although there must be arrangements there, he still put some spare firearms, drinking water, medicine and food in the space.

Everything is ready, drive to O'Hare International Airport.

Under the guidance of Phillips' phone call, he drove directly to the private jet area.

Although he had a premonition in his heart, Ethan still showed a look of surprise when he came to Hangar 08.

Good guy, no wonder you can start anytime.

A private jet is parked in the hangar. There are several blue lines drawn in the middle of the fuselage. The glass of the cockpit shines brightly under the sunlight.

A Saaban was parked next to it, and Phillips and Matt leaned against the car to chat.

Seeing Cadillac appear, Phillips waved quickly:
"You can just park by yourself."

Ethan turned the steering wheel, stopped next to Saboban, picked up the small backpack on the co-pilot and jumped out of the car.

"bump."

He slammed the car door and walked towards the two people next to him.

Phillips changed out of his black suit and dressed casually, but still had a pair of black sunglasses on his face.

"Please."

Ethan pointed to the big guy next to him, and shook hands with the two of them again: "Does your department have enough funds for private jet travel?"

With just this one object, his understanding of Matt has deepened a lot.

Although Phillips did not specify Matt's position, it was clear that this was a guy with real power.

Ordinary CIA cannot mobilize such resources.

"Hahaha."

Because of Phillips, Matt paid more attention to Ethan. He laughed loudly: "We are running around the world, of course we will prepare some things. Anyway, if we don't enjoy it, others will enjoy it."

Well, this person is not very disciplined.

Or, it is a person who doesn't care about the rules. Ethan is very clear about this kind of person, and even some rules are made by them.

It can be judged from the unfettered flip-flops on his feet and those words.

"Let's go."

Phillips took off his sunglasses, smiled at Ethan and said, "We have prepared some surprises for you on the plane."

"Oh?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows, not knowing what surprises he could have.

They come, the security.

Just like normal tourists, the three of them held the handrail and walked up the steps of the turned down cabin door.

"Surprise~~~"

As soon as he entered the cabin, Ethan saw what was called a so-called surprise.

Six stewardesses with sexy bodies and beautiful looks are swinging cheerleading bouquets at themselves. The stewardess costumes on their bodies are too unscrupulous. The hollowed out places are full of spring.

There are a few beige leather seats in the front, a long sofa on one side of the second half, and a small bar on the other.

Inside the wine cabinet, it was full of wine.

A pretty-looking bartender was standing inside the small bar. Her upper body was only wearing a leather girdle. Noticing Ethan's gaze, the bartender turned around with a smile and shook the fluffy white circle on her buttocks. ball.

What the hell, I walked onto the plane with a passion for fighting.

He was about to clean up the leftovers from before, but he didn't expect to put such a ostentation on himself.

Too corrupt, too capitalist.

Ethan glanced back and forth, cursing this bad atmosphere in his heart.

He patted Matt on the shoulder heavily, and said with a smile: "How dare you, it's too expensive, isn't it?"

Because of excitement, I couldn't hold back my strength for a while.

With a slap, Matt's eyebrows trembled. He really underestimated him. He didn't expect that he looked so gentle and strong.

"Don't tell me thank you."

Matt smiled and bumped fists with him: "Just thank Phillips, he will reimburse the expenses this time, hahaha."

Like Ethan, he was considered a friendly helper.

Some interest exchanges between the two organizations have nothing to do with them.

Since Phillips made this trip to vent his anger on the FBI, it is said that in terms of funding, it is completely in accordance with the top standard.

Knowing this situation, Matt was naturally relentless.

Of course, there was another reason. Ethan was personally invited by Phillips to participate in this operation, and it was impossible to give him any money. Phillips simply paid the full salary to show that he valued it.

"I understood a truth very early on."

Matt walked over, put his arms around a stewardess and sat down on a chair with a calm expression: "Work is work, pleasure is pleasure, what about you?"

"Wise words."

Ethan and Phillips smiled at each other, opened their arms and rushed towards a group of stewardesses.

The party in the sky is full of enthusiasm.

A private jet flies across the blue sky and white clouds of Chicago at high speed. (end of this chapter)