My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The foul language rang out suddenly.

Pratt pursed his lips and looked at the ground, pretending not to hear anything.

In the final analysis, Ethan helped them solve big troubles. Although they killed more people in the cave bar, the essence has not changed. If you really want to say it, Fisher still owes him a big favor.

After that action, Fisher received plenty of private praise.

These are what Hank told Ethan.

Therefore, he did not get used to Fisher's bad behavior of wanting to eat both sides.

"Hahaha."

Fisher laughed loudly and put his arm around Ethan's shoulders familiarly: "It's just a joke, don't mind it. I owed you a big favor last time, but the impact of this case will be very bad."

"You have to find a way to handle it."

Will a person who is able to become a director be afraid of being embarrassed by his subordinates?

Not at all.

What I'm afraid of instead is that there is no one under my command who can stand up to me, which proves that my ability to lead this team is not very good.

As long as the matter can be solved, a smile is nothing.

"knew."

Ethan also chuckled, but scratched his head a little worriedly: "Director Fisher, look at the refrigerator in our intelligence team that has been used for several years. There is not enough space, and abnormal noises often occur."

Upon hearing this, most of the people in the intelligence team were happy.

"piece of cake."

Fisher shrugged and spread his hands to Pratt: "I will arrange a refrigerator for the intelligence team tomorrow. It needs to be good."

There's a lot of urgency down there.

But there is a bargain here.

The female police chief could not help but grimace, cross her arms and look at the two guys fiercely.

He looked unhappy.

"OK."

Ethan shook his head, waved his hand and looked in the direction of the whiteboard: "How is the data organized? I need to know the situation."

The mouse was one of his own, so how could he not be anxious.

But anxiety is a very useless emotion.

As long as Fraser has what he wants, the mouse's life is still very safe. If the other party hides in the reception room, he has no good solution.

"Jeff Frazier."

Antonio moved his pen quickly on the whiteboard and said loudly: "44 years old, lives in Iowa, has no criminal record, no mental illness, and his daughter Sara disappeared in July."

"Three days later, local police found Sarah's car in a train station parking lot."

"But there is no ticket purchase record."

"correct."

He looked at everyone and frowned: "Fraser once served in the Marine Corps, a third-class sergeant major, and performed many field missions in Baghdad. He is a difficult guy to deal with."

No wonder the tactical moves just now were very standard and didn't leave them any chance.

He is also a man who has risked his life on the battlefield.

"Boss."

Rusek walked over quickly, holding a few pieces of paper in his hand: "The credit card he left for his daughter, the bill has been withdrawn, and has not been used in the three months since Sara disappeared."

"That was until last week when I bought five flat-screen TVs."

"This is the store address."

He looked at the paper in his hand and handed it to Antonio: "You and Rusek go alone, and the others continue to investigate other clues."

No need to tell me what to do.

While the intelligence team was intensively investigating the case, Pratt was not idle either. Most of the people in the police station were cleared out, and a warning tape was set up outside to prevent passers-by from approaching.

Bomb disposal teams, sniper teams, etc. arrived at the scene.

No matter whether they can be used or not, we need to arrange the people here first. Each patrol officer is running quickly, and the atmosphere on the scene is extremely anxious.

Due to the special location, the sniper plan has been delayed.

Now everything is pinned on the intelligence team, hoping that there will be a breakthrough in the investigation as soon as possible. The longer the time drags on, the more unstable Fraser's mood will inevitably be.

"I do not like this feeling."

Pilates crossed his arms and frowned at everything in front of him: "The police station should give people a feeling of safety, not fear."

"That's certainly true for ordinary people."

Ethan held down the handle of the gun and shrugged: "But I prefer to inflict terror on others."

"Buzz."

At this time, the mobile phone plugged into the bulletproof vest vibrated, and he quickly pressed to answer it.

"There is a discovery."

Antonio said quickly: "It was a thief who attacked a car in Humboldt Park, broke the window and stole the contents, found the credit card in the wallet, and stole money from the store."

"Send me the address."

After replying, Ethan immediately hung up the phone.

"Shhhh~"

Ignoring the questioning looks from Hank and Pratt next to him, he put both fingers into his mouth, and a clear and loud sound echoed through the street.

"Everyone get on board."

He quickly ran towards the place where the vehicle was parked and looked at Burgess not far away: "You and Roman will follow and use the on-board computer to investigate all the cases that have occurred near Humboldt Park in the past month."

"GO!!!"

There is no need to explain the situation to Hank and the others, let’s move the matter forward first.

As his voice sounded, several people scattered outside ran quickly, and vehicles followed the Cadillac roaring into the distance.

Platt and Hank suppressed their anxiety and continued chatting.

"Uh-huh."

Several cars and the Ford Interceptor on the opposite side stopped one after another, and their doors opened.

The sun pierced through the shade of the trees and fell bit by bit.

Ethan raised his hand to block the sun and looked around.

The community is lower middle class.

A breeze blew and the leaves rustled.

The streets are very secluded, the houses are generally older, leaves are everywhere on both sides of the road, and the lawns are rarely repaired.

If it's true what Frazier said.

Then in this ghost place, I would choose to place the kidnapped people here. At least if nothing happens, it will be very difficult to find surveillance cameras in this community.

"Boss."

Antonio and Rusek pushed a bald man over together, and the latter slapped the man on the head:

"That's him. He stole the wallet containing the credit card here."

"Tell me, where was it stolen?"

The bald man should have been beaten up a lot when he was on the road, but now he saw a large group of plainclothes men shouting. He was so frightened that he could not speak. He walked not far away with trembling legs and pointed at the ground with his hands.

Antonio quickly stepped forward, squatted down and stirred for a while.

The muddy leaves were flying. After a while, he raised his hand, and the broken glass between his two fingers shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Sheriff."

The patrol car door opened and Burgess waved to everyone.

In the passenger seat, the driving laptop is open. Through this, you can search for various police dispatch situations of Chicago patrol officers.

"There are a lot of police records in the Humboldt Park area."

She tapped the keyboard a few times, opened the computer to everyone, and shook her head: "But specifically on this street, there aren't even any noise complaints." (End of Chapter)