My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 471 This Is Wrong
After a while, Hank walked out of the office.

He moved under the eyes of everyone, and walked to Ethan's table: "Do you want to go together?"

"Row."

Ethan stretched and stood up.

He knew what the main function of the iron cage in the garage was, but he had never played with it.

Now that I have a chance, of course I have to make up for my regrets.

Seeing the two people walking downstairs, Alderfin and Rollins immediately made eye contact. They were all walking together, and they could vaguely guess what these people were going to do.

But they didn't expect that the people in the intelligence team would do things so wildly.

Noticing that the few people beside him were silent, Rollins winked, and wisely did not ask.

This is Chicago, not New York.

Basement, cage.

Jeffrey Baker stood inside, watching Rusek and Burgess blankly.

In his opinion, as long as he doesn't speak, these people can't help him at all.

Footsteps sounded, and Hank and Ethan walked in through the back door.

The door of the technical room was closed, and Gene was shaking his head in his earphones.

"We've been working with two detectives from New York."

Hank put on the gloves slowly: "They are very powerful, and they have clearly studied your criminal patterns."

"is it?"

Baker's professional smile disappeared: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"These things are all done by you." Hank took a few steps forward, reached out and nodded him: "You manipulated Neil Vance to do these things."

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you." Baker said word by word:

"Get me a lawyer."

Ethan also put on his gloves, and then patted Burgess on the shoulder: "That's all for today, you can report to Pratt."

"Oh!"

Burgess noticed something, nodded quickly, and walked quickly to the back door.

"You too."

Ethan looked at Rusek again: "It's none of your business here."

Rusek hesitated, he was not a fool, he knew that these two people were going to use tricks on the suspect.

He didn't want to dissuade him, he had an urge to join in.

"It's none of your business here!"

Ethan emphasized it again, his tone becoming impatient.

"Ok!"

Rusek said nothing more, and turned to leave.

"Boom!"

With the back door closed, the garage fell silent.

Baker looked at the two men with flustered eyes: "What do you want to do?"

"I just went for a stroll, you caught the wrong person."

The iron cage door was not closed, Hank stretched out his hand to pull the door open, Baker pursed his lips and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"I like your expression!"

Hank stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose: "I like it very much!"

"I need a lawyer."

"Snapped!"

Hank waved his hand and slapped him hard on the face: "Where is Vance?"

"I have human rights."

With a burning pain on his face, Baker gritted his teeth.

"Snapped!"

Hank slapped another slap, and Baker's head was slapped sideways, and his meticulously combed blond hair became messy.

"You are a beast!"

Hank stretched out his big hand and pinched his face: "I'm not qualified to talk about human rights with me."

"I need a lawyer!"

Baker was slapped until his eyes stared, and he roared indistinctly: "This is my right."

"I gave you a chance."

Ethan walked in with a smile: "If you don't listen, now is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

He took a few brisk steps forward, jumped, and stepped on the bench.

Reach out to hold his back, and with the other hand, grab the handcuffs and lift them up.

"what!!!"

Beck saluted Hank, but screamed in pain.

The two arms were straightened and twisted backwards, the muscles spasmed, and there were bursts of severe pain, which made him struggle continuously.

But he was tightly controlled, unable to resist the huge force

The seemingly burly body is now like a little chicken.

"I'll let you try the feeling of being powerless to resist when you're raped." Ethan lifted it up again: "Do you like it?"

"Fakeyou!"

Baker was drooling, still talking hard.

"I've always wondered what's wrong with your head to think of raping and killing women."

Hank grabs his beautiful golden retriever and pulls his head up:

"And cut off your ears, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not me." Beck roared:

"You got the wrong guy!"

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Hank slapped him fiercely, interrupting his justification: "You are responsible for selecting the target."

"Then let Vance do it again, and you shared it together after it was done, right?"

"You like the feeling of violence?"

Baker was short of breath, and faced Hank's scrutiny, his eyes became evasive.

"You pervert!" Hank could spit fire from his eyes.

He took out a folding knife from his pocket and slowly pulled the blade away: "Now I'll let you have a taste of what it feels like to be raped."

"do not want!"

"Fakeyu, you are a cop."

"I have human rights, you can't do this to me."

Seeing the dagger getting closer, Baker's pupils shrank sharply, cursing wildly.

For a moment, he couldn't control his body.

Ethan simply poked two feet at the hollow of his knee quickly. Baker let out a pain and knelt down on the ground.

"I have human rights!!!"

The neck was held down, his head was tilted aside, and Baker roared.

"No, you only have me now."

The opponent was completely controlled by Ethan, Hank grabbed his ear, pulled it hard, and then pressed the blade against it.

"what!!!"

"You can't do this, you can't do this."

As Hank cut slowly, Baker let out a scream like a little girl.

Bright red blood slowly flowed down the side of the ear.

The feeling of being cut by a sharp weapon made him terrified.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing this, Ethan quickly said, "You are wrong."

"That's right, that's right~" Baker burst into tears: "You are a policeman, this is wrong."

"touch~"

Ethan rapped hard on his head:
"Did I let you talk?"

"Come on~" Ethan turned Baker's head in another direction: "I remember it was the ear here, you just cut it wrong."

Hank expressed doubts: "Is it wrong?"

"It's really wrong."

Ethan was convinced: "Cut this side, trust me."

"That's fine."

Hank retracted the jackknife and recaptured his other ear:

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Baker."

"It shouldn't be wrong this time!"

The two discussed this matter lightly, which frightened Baker to collapse.

When the severe pain came again, he roared loudly:

"No, stop!"

“Navy Pier Park!!!”

The pain in his ears made him unbearable any longer, and he cried out a place name.

Hank let go, grabbed his hair and said sharply:

"You'd better not lie to me, or I swear, I will cut you off piece by piece and throw them into the lake to feed the fish."

"I swear, I didn't lie to you." Baker's face was flushed, with snot and tears streaming down his face:
"I made a deal with Vance that if he's not at the hotel, we'll meet near the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier."

"time?"

"It was four o'clock in the afternoon."

Hank looked at him coldly for a while. According to his experience, Baker had completely broken the defense.

At this time, he can easily ask how old he is still wetting the bed.

"Let's go!"

Ethan pushed Baker to the ground beside him, and looked at his watch.

After coming back and going through such a toss, they didn't have much time left.

"You go up and tell them to come down."

Hank still felt a little puzzled, and kicked Baker again and again.

(End of this chapter)