My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 504
"Let's go, let's find the murderer first!"

Seeing this scene, Hank sighed.

He patted Ethan's arm, bent down and got out of the financial room.

An innocent child was killed, and the people at the scene became very angry, and Ethan's behavior was not abnormal.

Horsted understood his mood, said nothing, shook his head and left the room.

Irene took a deep look at Ethan and walked out.

That look just now scared her a little.

In it, it seems that there is only killing.

At this moment, Irene seemed to understand what Hank had reminded her of the danger.

But she was even more curious about why Ethan suddenly became so furious.

monitoring room.

People from the intelligence team surrounded the computers.

The sweaty casino technician turned on the surveillance video with trembling fingers.

The screen flickered, playing the previous screen.

At the beginning of the video, it was peaceful, and several people in the financial room were busy working.

The door opened, and the boy just walked in with some takeaways.

He spoke a few words with the staff inside, then walked to the corner of the room with the things in his hand.

Just then, the situation changed.

The door was kicked open by someone outside, and two men with black hoods, combat uniforms and rifles broke in.

Outside the door, there was still a person looking around.

Without saying a word, the two people who broke into the financial room fired wildly with the guns in their hands, killing all the people sitting behind the table.

The boy standing in the corner looked at what had happened suddenly, with a look of bewilderment.

The two robbers quickly pulled out the storage bag from their bodies, and one of them noticed something was wrong behind him and turned his head quickly.

After several consecutive shots, the Chinese boy fell into a pool of blood.

"They acted professionally."

Horstead shook his head and said, "It's like performing a surgical operation, clean and neat."

"This kid scared them." Antonio bit his cheek:

"But even if he wasn't scared, judging by the way these people act, he probably won't be able to survive."

On the screen, after the boy was shot, the movements of the two robbers did not slow down at all, and quickly threw the money on the table into the storage bag.

In less than a minute, several people left quickly.

"How much money have you been robbed?"

Ethan slapped the surveillance security guard on the shoulder and squeezed it hard.

"More than 6." The security personnel endured the pain.

For a mere $6, these bastards actually killed four or five people, including a child among them.

"I am very familiar with the tactical actions of these people."

Horstead tapped on the screen: "According to my judgment, it must be a retired soldier."

Hank thought for a while, waved and said:

"Okay, copy the surveillance video, we'll talk about it when we go back."

Walking out of the casino, the snowflakes have become smaller.

Looking at the Chinese onlookers, Ethan put the cigarette in his mouth and bit the filter hard.

"Are you okay?" Irene came over and looked at him with concern:
"What happened just now, I rarely see you like this."

"It's okay." Ethan exhaled a puff of smoke:
"It's just a little annoying. These people are too unruly."

"That's right!" Antonio also came over.

He took off his gloves and threw them hard in his hands:
"Whether it's a gang conflict or not, it's just too much to do to a child who is not a threat."

"Don't worry, we will find the murderer."

Irene touched his shoulder. Although she couldn't understand what Ethan said to the little boy just now, it must be a promise in this regard.

"Ok!"

Ethan nodded, flicked the cigarette butt away, and walked towards his vehicle.

As soon as I went to work, I encountered such a terrible thing.

But this can't be helped, the life of police detectives is like this, they are a group of people wandering in the dark side of society.

Back at the police station, he had almost adjusted his mood.

Walking up the stairs quickly, Pratt is the first thing you see.

Of course, there was rarely a time when she was not seen.

"How are you resting?"

Seeing him, Pratt stopped what he was doing: "I heard what happened in Chinatown. It's a tragedy."

"Well, for that little boy, it's true."

Ethan squeezed out a smile, and stretched out his fist to the side: "What are you doing here?"

"Welcome back to the team!" Orlinsky stood outside the reception desk. He took off the twisted candy in his mouth and gestured to the side: "I'm watching a monkey show!"

Turn around and follow his line of sight.

Rusek was well dressed and looked like a son-in-law.

With sunglasses on his head, he was chatting excitedly with two trainee police officers.

From far away, their voices could be heard.

One of the trainee police officers asked curiously, "How are you doing here?"

Rusek smiled and took off his sunglasses:
"Not bad, you know, the 21st branch, the most powerful branch in the entire Chicago Police Department."

Another person reached out and thumped his chest, "I'm so envious of you, we've always had this plan, as long as the internship period is over, we will apply to work here!"

"By the way, how is the treatment of the patrol team here?"

Ruzek stroked his hair back triumphantly: "Sorry, I really don't know much about this, you know, I just skipped that stage.

"Do it well, this is my suggestion."

"Maybe you will be able to work upstairs in the future."

The two trainee police officers looked at each other with envy on their faces: "Yes, we heard that you are in the intelligence team."

On the other side, Ethan rubbed his nose.

When you are in a bad mood, there is a very effective and simple way to deal with it, and that is to transfer it.

He rolled his eyes and poked Olinsky:
"This apprentice of yours is a little too happy."

"I feel the same way."

Orlinski nodded, biting hard on the jiggle.

"You can't let him be so embarrassing!" Ethan picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"Everyone thinks the same!"

Orlinski winked at him, then walked quickly to Ruzek.

Just then, Burgess came hopping up the stairs.

"Good morning!"

When she saw Ethan, she quickly greeted him happily.

"morning!"

Nodding to her, he looked at Atwater again. The two were patrol partners, and they were almost inseparable during work hours.

"Sheriff Pratt."

Orlinski walked over with Rusek, and said with a smile:
"This Mr. Rusek, needs to let him experience some of the things he missed."

While speaking, he took off the jiggle and pointed to the two patrolmen behind Ethan: "Can I trouble you to arrange it?"

Pratt looked at the bewildered Rusek, showing his sharp teeth:
"Detective, trust me."

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Rusek's face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Please, don't do this!"

As a rookie, he belongs to the intelligence group.

Rusek often taunted Pratt in normal times, and the latter had long wanted to find a chance to drill him.

Unexpectedly, Olinski took the initiative to hand over the handle of the knife.

Pratt smiled until his eyes narrowed: "Atwater."

"Shh!" She waved her hand and directed:
"Today you are a member of the intelligence team."

Contrary to Ruzek, Atwater burst into a grin from ear to ear, and at the same time Burgess pursed his lips.

Seeing Rusek's sad face, Ethan's mood immediately turned from cloudy to sunny.

"I'm going up first!"

He waved his hand, smiled and walked upstairs.

　Thanks to Brother Hanjiangyu for the reward and support, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)