My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 695 I Know

"White people."

Hanke said something silently, and then leaned forward and looked at it carefully:
"Without tattoos, I don't look like a Salvadoran."

He turned his head and looked at everyone: "What about the license plate number, is there any information that can be identified?"

"fake."

Eileen raised her hand and replied in a muffled voice.

In the Datong room, it became quiet again.

Now this case, due to the death of two of his own people, has been handed over to the intelligence team to be responsible, and everyone's face is solemn.

The only good news now is that the other two patrolmen have been successfully rescued.

"Ugh!"

Orlinski sighed and looked at his watch: "If those people move fast enough, maybe Hector is no longer in Chicago."

"He came here to grab business. If he really wants to run, he must be extremely fast."

"No matter where he goes." Hank folded his hands on his chest, his voice hoarse: "As long as he is still in this country, we will find Hector and kill him without any hesitation."

Ethan picked up the cup and walked into the tea room by himself.

After getting a cup of coffee, he took a sip carefully. On the stainless steel panel of the coffee machine, his face became distorted.

On the silver police badge, there is also a black rubber ring pinned on it.

Every time a police officer dies, this thing must be brought on the police badge, which not only expresses condolences, but also expresses the determination to revenge.

"bump."

The light blue ceramic cup was placed on the tea table, making a muffled sound.

Ethan took out his cell phone and walked out of the balcony.

"Beep beep."

"Crack!"

A small flame sprang up in the dark night, illuminating his face.

"hello."

The phone was connected quickly, and a slightly teasing voice sounded from the opposite side: "Detective Morgan, good evening!"

"Please."

Ethan put his legs on the opposite chair: "Do you want me to call you Officer Kelly?"

"Hahaha." Siobhan smiled happily:

"I don't mind, how are you doing today?"

"It's very bad." Ethan flicked the cigarette ash and said helplessly, "I'm still working overtime."

"It's really bad for you." Siobhan knew that he didn't like working overtime, so he continued to smile: "But you're in a big city, isn't it like this?"

From the sound, she should be preparing dinner.

The two would make phone calls every now and then, and Siobhan knew his current situation.

After chatting for a while, Ethan clarified his intentions:

"Did anything interesting happen in Banshee Town recently?"

"No." Siobhan said calmly on the phone: "It's not like you haven't stayed here before. The police station is busy every day. What interesting things can happen?"

"To be honest, after both you and Hood left, it's really calm here."

"I didn't mean the police station." Ethan flipped out the business card in his pocket and asked playing with it, "Is there anything new in town?"

"That's one or two things." Siobhan was quiet for two seconds, and continued: "There is a place that you used to like to go to, and it reopened a month ago."

"Guess where it is?"

"Sawa!" Ethan looked at the business card in his hand and read out the name on it.

"Hehe, you bloody man."

Siobhan complained about him, and continued to talk about the situation of the Savoy Gentlemen's Club.

It turned out that just three months ago, the original site of the Savoy Gentlemen's Club, which had been transferred, was suddenly covered with a dust cloth and began to be redecorated.

After two months, the renovation was completed.

The new Gentlemen's Club of Savoy has relaunched, attracting tourists from several nearby counties.

Among them, there are many people from New York and Philadelphia who made a special trip to experience it.

"cough."

Seeing her talking more and more biased, Ethan interrupted her: "Who is the boss?"

"Rebecca Bowman." Siobhan sighed: "No one else will continue to use this name except her?"

"Just today, I saw her, and Rebecca also took back all of Proctor's original business, continued to do the previous things, and the business is getting bigger and bigger."

"Even the Miles restaurant opposite our police station was bought by her."

"You will never guess, what name is it changed to now?"

"Proctor?" Ethan's mouth twitched, and he replied to her in a muffled voice.

"That's right." Siobhan said with a bit of a toothache: "It's called Proctor's Restaurant, and it's just opposite our police station. Damn it, this is provocation."

"But there is no way, this is the world of the rich."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" Ethan took a deep breath and scratched his hair.

"You're gone, aren't you?" Siobhan sighed and cheered up again: "You shouldn't be interested in these things, so I didn't mention them to you."

"However, we suspect that Rebecca was doing the same thing Proctor was doing before, just without any evidence."

After chatting with her for a few more words, Ethan hung up the phone.

He hesitated for a while, then made up his mind.

In the Chase room, several people frowned and were still analyzing the only clues at hand, but they all knew that Hector had a great possibility and was no longer in Chicago.

"Talk?"

Ethan turned to Hank and pointed to his office.

Hank nodded, stood up from the table, and walked quickly into the office.

After Ethan closed the door, he immediately asked, "Did you discover anything new?"

"How do you know?" Ethan pulled out his chair and sat down, continuing to light his cigarette.

"Please." Hank spread his hands:

"You're almost talking on your face. Is there anything we don't know?"

"I know that driver."

Ethan raised his eyelids and said something lightly.

"what?"

Hank yelled in shock, and the cigarette he just took out fell to the ground.

He noticed people outside casting their gazes, he stood up quickly, walked quickly to the shutters, and closed the fan blades with a stern face.

Returning to his seat, Hank picked up the cigarette that had fallen on the floor.

He blew on the dust, bit the filter tangledly, lit it with a lighter, and took a few puffs.

"This matter is very troublesome."

Hank hesitated for a while, and looked at Ethan through the smoke: "How is your relationship?"

Ethan saw all of his reactions.

While being moved, he secretly laughed.

"I told you, I know you." Ethan exhaled smoke, "I didn't tell you that I'm friends with that person."

"Asshole." Hank glared at him, relieved: "What kind of person is that, how are we going to find him?"

"People who are not easy to mess with." Ethan narrowed his eyes and said slowly:

"I'm friends with his boss, though."

"It's the Mrs. Bowman that Teisel mentioned. I didn't expect it at the time. I didn't know it was her until I saw her subordinates today."

Hank's expression froze immediately, isn't this even more nonsense than before.

And it can make Ethan say that it's not easy to mess with these three words, it seems that the driver is not easy.

He frowned, playing with the cigarette in his hand:
"It's all because of Hector that it's making things so big now."

"To be honest, with regard to the things Hector did, as long as your friend didn't directly order her, we have nothing to do with her."

Hank's words were very clear.

Now they only want Hector, as long as the Chicago Police Department can get the slapped face back, as for other things, they don't care.

There are so many businessmen, big and small, in Chicago, and there is no shortage of Mrs. Bowman.

"Look, can you contact your friend?"

Hank looked at Ethan, and continued: "Let her hand over Hector, I know, it must be difficult, but can you give it a try?"

Even if it is a friend, it is not an easy task for others to hand over their subordinates.

But in this situation, the Chicago Police Department must do something.

If Ethan hadn't taken the initiative to tell this matter, and if Hector had fled Chicago, then this matter could only be issued as a national wanted and hung up.

But the one who died was a member of the 21st Bureau.

Despite the embarrassment, Hank hesitated for a while before sending a request to Ethan.

"She's in Banshee Town." Ethan naturally understood what he meant, and shrugged helplessly, "Unfortunately, I don't have her phone either."

"My idea is this, let's hunt down Hector in our own way first."

"If that doesn't work, I'll go back and find a way to get my friend to tell the whereabouts of Hector."

"I think it works."

Hank nodded and stubbed out the cigarette butt.

Pennsylvania in two days.

At the exit of the airport, a group of women who came to pick up the plane stood up one after another and combed their hair neatly.

A tall, handsome man wearing sunglasses, with one hand in his pocket, Shi Shi ran out, and he could feel the strong attraction of male hormones from a long distance away.

"Ethan, wait for me."

Shouts sounded, and a young man with short yellow hair ran out excitedly.

"hurry up."

Ethan turned his head helplessly, put his hands on his waist: "We are not tourists, why are we taking so many things?"

Following behind, in addition to Rusek, there is Atwater.

These two guys have big bags and small bags. People who don't know may think they are going somewhere to play.

After two days of searching, the intelligence team had to admit that they had lost all possibility of finding Hector.

At this time, Hank found Perry.

He artistically processed what Ethan said before, and then communicated with Perry.

When Perry heard this kind of thing, he immediately nodded and agreed without saying a word. As long as there was some hope, he wouldn't mind letting Ethan try it.

Isn't it just funding, easy to say.

When this kind of thing happened, Perry was also furious.

For safety reasons, Hank also asked Ethan to bring two people with him. No one knows if Hector will escape to Banshee Town to hide. If there is really something to do, there will be people around who can use it. people.

For this kind of good thing about traveling, people from the intelligence team enthusiastically signed up.

That's right, in the eyes of this group of people, this is the kind of travel that can be reimbursed for travel expenses afterwards.

Going back this time, Ethan first ruled out Irene.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything, the main thing is that I feel inconvenient.

Like Horstead, the qualifications are older than himself, and sometimes he needs to explain a sentence or two when doing things, and Ethan also excludes him.

Orlinski didn't join in the fun, and finally he chose Rusek and Atwater.

These two guys can rush and rush, and they are still newcomers, so they are easy to command.

Atwater behind Ruzek looked much calmer. He walked over with a travel bag and asked excitedly:
"How long will it take us to go to Banshee Town?"

"One and a half hours." Ethan waved his arms and continued to walk forward: "Let's go, hurry up."

"With any luck, we'll be back in Chicago tomorrow."

"Please, don't be in such a hurry." Rusek bumped Ethan's shoulder and said with a smile: "Detective Morgan, this is your territory. Is there anything you can show us?"

"Chicago is your territory." Ethan turned his head angrily and glanced at him:
"Excuse me, Officer Rusek, what have you shown me?"

"Haha."

Ruzek scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

With his little salary, he went to Moli for a night of soaking every now and then, and went out with his fiancée from time to time to have a good time. Basically, he spent every month and every month, so it would be fine if he didn't have any debts.

The more than 1000 U.S. dollars he was allocated last time were all gone in less than two days.

"Let's go!"

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and walked quickly to the car rental point.

After some selection, Ethan also got a Range Rover, which was more comfortable to drive.

Three people and one car roared towards Banshee Town.

Both Rusek and Atwater were children who grew up in the city, facing high-rise buildings and steel forests every day.

Both were excited to see the vast country farm.

Rusek is a little bit better, the conditions of his family are quite affluent, and he can often take a vacation.

But Atwater was different. As a child, he had been living in the neighborhood near the construction site where the water gel explosives had been stolen.

The surrounding areas are all slum blocks.

The family's economic situation is also relatively difficult, and there are two younger siblings in the family. It can be said that he has hardly left Chicago.

Seeing the cows in the farm now, he poked his head out excitedly and shouted loudly. The smell of cow dung, which Jab hated so much, made him feel the sweetness of the air in the countryside.

"You fool."

Seeing Atwater like this, Ethan grinned.

He didn't go home for several months, and he was also a little excited, and stepped on the accelerator a little harder.

"Welcome to Banshee Town."

Familiar street signs flashed by.

The horseshoes on the side of the road ticked, and the carriage drove slowly.

Ethan couldn't help slowing down the car, the breeze lifted the curtains gently, and the Amish girl inside was smiling like a flower.

He came back to his senses and firmly grasped the steering wheel.

The person sitting in the car could no longer be the Amish girl I met before.

When they saw the Amish, both Rusek and Atwater picked up the camera curiously and were about to press the shutter. This is the first time they have seen this kind of ethnic group, just like people in the sixteenth century Come to reality.

"No." Ethan speeded up the accelerator and stopped him with words:

"It's disrespectful to them."

"The Amish will think that the camera will take their soul, so I advise you not to do it."

"Ok."

The two curious guys put down their cameras awkwardly.

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