My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 530
Close the door and turn around.

Hank had already sat down on the chair with a straight face.

Rusek was worried, and he put his hands behind his back: "Sheriff."

"Who gave you the power."

Hank crossed his legs and said coldly: "Or, what makes you feel that you have the right to call the patrolman upstairs?"

"Sorry, Sheriff."

Rusek straightened his back: "I didn't think carefully."

He quickly explained: "Sir, Lexie said Karaka shot Russell, right?"

"Karaka is a member of the Latin Priest Gang. Their main business is smartphones. I think this is a good opportunity to find Karaka."

"The vast majority of people whose mobile phones are stolen are women."

"Especially female tourists from out of town, so I called Burgess."

He met Hank's gaze and said seriously:

"It's not for me, it's for Orlinski and Lexie, and we need to do this."

"Anyway, find Karaka."

"This is what you ordered in the morning, and I did the same."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruzek tightly shut his mouth.

He admits to being scolded and scolded, and he has long been mentally prepared, this time for Orlinsky and his partner.

Hank's expression was still so serious.

But there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Hank doesn't like people who are too conformist.

As long as things are well done and well-founded, he will only feel that he is capable of doing things.

"Good idea."

Hanke folded his palms on his lower abdomen, tapped his fingers for a while, and said in a deep voice, "You can try."

"Thank you!"

Rusek's face showed joy, and the clenched hands behind his back were also released.

"But this matter, you can't lead the team."

Hank thought for a while, stood up and walked outside: "You keep the police station, and follow us to find Pierce's whereabouts."

No matter how you think about it, it seems unreliable for a rookie to take a patrolman to perform a task alone.

Enough headaches now, still need to find a suitable person.

In this regard, Rusek has no opinion.

As long as it can help, he doesn't mind it being done by others.

The two walked out of the sheriff's office, and everyone looked at them one after another.

Ruzek, who was standing behind Hank, made a funny wiping motion, and everyone knew he was fine.

"Ethan."

Hank looked at the people present and immediately made a decision: "You take Burgess to follow up on what Rusek said just now."

"Are you sure?" Ethan didn't want to take credit for others:
"This is the way Rusek found it, or let him go."

"It's okay." Rusek gave him a thumbs up:
"Let you come, I am more at ease."

"Okay." In that case, Ethan was no longer polite.

"This is a mobile phone with a tracker installed." Rusek came over, took out a mobile phone from the table and handed it to him:
"Even if the phone is turned off and the battery is removed, the signal tracking and positioning will not be affected."

Along with the phone, there is also a tracker.

Putting the two things together in his hands, Rusek nodded to him and said, "Please, find out where those people are."

Ethan didn't say anything, just patted his shoulder.

He took his things, put on his coat, and greeted Burgess, who was standing aside like a passer-by, to go downstairs.

As soon as the iron gate was pushed open, Burgess patted his chest:
"Huh, just now you didn't know how terrifying the sheriff's eyes were. It scared me to death."

"Just get used to it." Ethan smiled and handed her the phone: "There's nothing to be nervous about, just follow orders."

The two walked out of the police station and sat on the interceptor.

"You are a policeman, you are more familiar with this aspect, where are we going?"

Ethan put it in gear and glanced at Burgess. Her current clothes were a bit indescribable.

"Just go to Millennium Park."

Burgess was nervous for his first undercover operation.

But she still noticed Ethan's eyes, spread her hands and said, "What's the problem?"

"Red doesn't suit you."

Ethan turned the steering wheel and drove towards the familiar drive-in restaurant nearby.

"I feel pretty good!"

Burgess tugged on the clothes on his body, and was immediately discouraged: "It seems that what you said is right."

"Then what color do you think I look good on?"

Bright eyes blinked at him, and Ethan almost couldn't hold back.

He coughed, "It's black."

"You have good skin, and you look good in black and white."

"really?"

Burgess rolled his eyes, opened the makeup mirror above, and looked happily.

Bought two fast food and drove to Millennium Park.

The two walked into the park while biting the hamburger.

This is indeed one of the most popular attractions in Chicago. In winter, it is still snowing, and there are still many tourists.

It was a huge bean-shaped sculpture weighing 110 tons before stopping at Cloud Gate.

The stainless steel case is polished like a mirror, as if reflecting the entire city into it.

Above the sculpture, there is still some snow left.

"I'm curious about a question, why is this thing called Cloud Gate?"

Ethan walked to the bottom of the sculpture and looked up. The reflections of people from various angles made him dizzy.

"Honestly."

He took a sip of coffee: "This has nothing to do with the door."

"That's why we call it beans." Burgess' voice came through the headset.

She was sitting on a table not far away, pretending to be fresh, looking at the tall buildings around her.

"Don't get too excited." Ethan observed her:

"Restrain your expression, you have to be a little silly."

"Okay." Burgess followed suit.

She put the phone with the tracker on it next to the table.

Picking up the coffee cup with both hands, the expression on his face changed.

Soon, a girl who came from a small place and yearned for a big city appeared in front of Ethan.

"I have to say, you are very talented."

Ethan smiled at her from a distance: "I wonder now, is it your acting skills, or are you just a little silly?"

"Are you pretending to be an asshole, or are you actually an asshole?"

Burgess fired back unceremoniously, and she looked around: "Is there a target candidate?"

"There are many, they all look alike." Ethan's eyes moved.

According to the information they have obtained, the people who are responsible for stealing mobile phones are all white children in their middle age.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, even if he is caught, he will not be punished.

Coupled with that skin color, it can naturally make people let go of their guard.

There are as many as a dozen that meet the target,

But they are not in a hurry, they are fish, and they will always bite the bait.

Two or three minutes later, Ethan noticed something.

There were a few people playing skateboards not far away, and something was wrong.

Two or three of them, very attentive.

But a kid in a gray jacket and a crimson knit cap looked absent-mindedly at Burgess' position.

"Notice."

Ethan glanced over, turned his back to Burgess and said, "Someone smells something fishy."

Turning around, the kid just stepped on the skateboard and roared towards Burgess. In an instant, the mobile phone on the table disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Burgess played a full set, spreading his legs and catching up.

The kid in the knitted hat was very skilled in his movements, and the skateboard quickly shuttled through the crowd, and quickly escaped.

"real or fake?"

Burgess stopped, panting, and roared:
"Hope you enjoy this new phone I bought, Son of the Beach."

(End of this chapter)