My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Facing the laughter, Rusek spread his hands and turned in a circle.

He looks like he is ready for your ridicule.

"snort!"

He chuckled, shook his head and said, "No matter what, I'm not the most embarrassed person in Las Vegas."

"Hey."

"Shut up."

"Don't say anything."

Horsted, Atwater, and Ethan rushed forward one after another, and covered his mouth firmly with several palms.

"Please."

Antonio put his sunglasses on his face and spread his hands dissatisfied: "What on earth happened to you in Las Vegas? Why do you always look like this when you mention it?"

"drink wine."

Ethan let go.

"Gambling money." Horsted shrugged.

"Stripper."

Atwater finally let Rusek go, and the three men stared at him viciously.

"Other than that." The groom, who had just returned from his honeymoon, shrugged cheerfully and said honestly, "Nothing happened!"

"cut."

Antonio raised his middle finger and made a circle to the four people.

"How is the situation now?"

Ethan immediately changed the topic and looked at Erin, who was posting photos on the whiteboard.

Others will also straighten their faces.

The photos posted on the whiteboard alone are shocking enough. They are filled with small black holes, and the head and body are separated. They have been sorting out the information all morning, so they naturally know what happened.

"The victim has been identified."

Irene posted the last photo and said in a deep voice: "Victoria Watson, 26 years old, had her fingerprints entered into the criminal system because she held unique items."

"So find her quickly."

There, there was a blonde girl.

Young and beautiful.

He would have been very popular during his lifetime, but he didn't expect that he would end up being buried in the Chicago River.

"The work background has also been investigated clearly."

Horsted looked at the information in his hand, frowned and said, "Watson was a stripper in a club during his lifetime, and the club's name was Luxury."

Luxury club.

I have to say that Americans sometimes really don’t pay attention to names at all.

How to be straightforward.

Sometimes just by looking at the name, you have no idea what the business is.

Jenny's shop.

Daddy Johnny.

Such inexplicable store names abound.

They had already collected the relevant information when Ethan went to the hospital, and were waiting for him to come back for a briefing. Antonio also raised his hands and shrugged: "This strip club is very complicated."

Facing everyone, he nodded and said, "When I was in the arrest team, I conducted several searches there."

"Nothing gained."

"What can I say about that place? There is a big shot from the old gang behind it. No gang member would dare to go there and cause trouble."

Hearing this, the others frowned.

This kind of place has always been difficult.

"Is this possible?" Rusek scratched his ears and expressed his guess: "Watson saw something he shouldn't have seen in the club and was silenced by gang members."

"I agree with your guess."

Horsted walked to the whiteboard and pointed to the small holes in the photo: "These things are not something ordinary people can do."

"I looked into it."

Erin returned to her seat, shook her head and said, "Watson's only relative is studying at Columbia College of Chicago. Maybe we can talk to her sister."

"See if she might know something."

"Shet."

Olinsky threw the case file in his hand on the table and his face darkened: "It is most likely that my sister works in a strip club so that my sister can study in school. I don't want to inform about this death."

"How about this."

Ethan pondered for a moment and looked at the people present: "Eileen, you and Horstead go to the school to ask for clues."

"other people."

He shrugged and said half-jokingly: "Get your change ready. In a minute, we will go to this strip club with a big shot behind it to investigate and see what we can find where Watson works."

"Why one minute?"

Rusek seemed quite happy to be able to see the strippers just after returning to work.

He didn't look like a married man at all.

"Because I haven't slept all night and need a damn cup of coffee." Ethan said nothing and strode towards the office.

In front of the luxury club, three cars stopped one after another.

Antonio, Atwater, Rusek and Olinsky walked quickly to the Cadillac and looked at Ethan who was getting out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

"guys."

He yawned and looked at the luxuriously decorated strip club next to him: "Enjoy this moment. There are not many opportunities to watch a strip show without spending money. Everyone should cherish it."

Several people chuckled and followed him striding towards the club.

It's afternoon, obviously not the strip club's peak time, so there's no one queuing outside.

"Chicago police investigating."

Ethan lifted the corner of his clothes and showed the police badge hanging on his waist: "Notify the person in charge to come see me, and also put your arm down, or I will make you regret raising it."

The two men in black suits glanced at each other and quickly stepped aside.

The walkie-talkie in his hand also pressed quickly.

Smoking heavily on his cigarette, Ethan put one hand in his pocket and walked quickly inside, followed by the four others who broke into this strip club that was said to have a big shot behind it.

The neon lights are spinning around, spreading colors to every corner of the club.

The music is sometimes soothing and sometimes fast.

Dance floors are located in every corner of the club, with long legs flying and tassels swaying.

The waist like a water snake made Ethan suddenly feel more energetic.

"Hey."

He took out a crumpled fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and shook it on his finger:

"Give me some real material and I'll take a look."

With a squeak, the blonde girl with short hair slipped from the steel pipe.

The sequins with tassels on the mountain peaks were immediately torn apart. The other party came over with her hips twisted and gave her a wink. The neon lights shone on her body, making her look extra pink.

"good."

Ethan smiled happily and put the money into the waistband of his thong.

His eyesight has not weakened at all.

This is a real guy.

"Jesus."

Antonio slapped his forehead and didn't know what to say, but Rusek and Atwater fist-bumped each other, expressing great satisfaction.

"Go ahead."

Ethan waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Find a stripper who is familiar with Watson and ask about the relevant situation."

"Don't let go of the backstage either. Ask around."

"Yes."

The two guys behind suddenly became excited and fist bumped again.

The two of them and Orlinsky then dispersed, while Ethan and Antonio stayed behind, waiting for the person in charge.

"Hey."

Soon a bald man and two men in suits came over aggressively and said dissatisfied: "Who are you? Do you have a search warrant?" (End of Chapter)