My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Luxury strip club.

Hearing the shouts, Ethan looked away from the girl dancing on the pole next to him and faced the bald man walking over.

"Chicago police."

Lifting the corner of his clothes, Ethan said coldly: "No search warrant is required, I just came here to have a chat. Are you the person in charge here?"

"That's right."

The bald man put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "The manager here."

The men were all in civilian clothes.

It was obvious that he was not an ordinary patrol officer. The most important thing was that he did not do anything excessive after coming in, and the club was open for business as normal, so he decided to first listen to what these people wanted to do.

"Victoria Watson."

Ethan showed the photo in his hand: "This woman is an employee of your club, right?"

"That's right." The bald man smiled and curled his lips slightly: "But she hasn't come to work for a week, so you can treat her as a former employee here."

"very good."

Putting away the photo, Ethan continued:

"I need a list of guests, staff, etc. that Watson often comes into contact with at the club. Please excuse me."

"What do you think I am?"

The bald man spread his hands and said in confusion: "Santa Claus?"

"This is not for you to make wishes."

He smiled and looked at his companions next to him: "There are dozens of Bitchis in the club, who cares who one of them has more contact with? Does he think I will take a piece of paper to record it?"

"I think it's a good idea."

Antonio took a step forward and threatened sternly: "Maybe I should dispatch a few teams of police to wait at the door. Maybe you will think of something when it affects your business."

"snort."

The bald man sneered: "Do you know who owns this place?"

"Bang~"

The thick boots kicked out like lightning, hitting the bald man hard. The force made him take a few steps back, knocking over a small round table with a loud thud.

The bottle and glass fell to the ground, and the ping pong shattered.

Several exclamations rang out, and the customers sitting next to them stood up in a hurry, and even the strippers around them stopped.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The club suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of music.

"how?"

Ethan held the handle of the gun and looked at the two black suits with cold eyes: "Do you two guys also want to attack the police?"

"Give you a chance to draw your gun."

"Do it!"

It's just a part-time job. This is not a gang member who came to cause trouble. The two men in black suits took a step back in unison and raised their hands obediently. If they really wanted to touch the gun, the other party would fire.

There is no way, who can let others be the pawns.

"I really don't know who owns this place." Ethan strode forward and stepped on the bald man's palm:

"But I know that you are my Bichi now."

"Any comments?"

Another heavy crush on the foot.

Not sleeping all night made him emotionally unstable.

How can I stand this guy's treacherous words? I'll give him a kick first before saying anything else.

"Let go."

Although the bald man was sweating from the pain, he spoke forcefully: "Officer, I told you there are a lot of people in the club. I only care about whether they are working normally and whether anyone is causing trouble."

"Even if you kill me, I won't be able to give you what you want."

"Boss."

At this moment, Antonio quickly stepped forward and hugged Ethan.

At the same time, he shook his head slightly.

Now that dozens of pairs of eyes were watching, Ethan really couldn't do anything anymore, so he had to take his feet off: "Where are Watson's workbench and lockers? Take me there now."

"About this, you have the guts to say it again."

This bald man really doesn't have the courage. He's seen a lot of cops, so it's really rare to see someone like this.

Just saying a few words turned into attacking the police.

He held his stomach and climbed up with a sullen face: "Please come with me, officer!"

"Keep dancing."

The guy forced a smile on his face and looked at the others: "I'll treat you all to a round of drinks. Don't worry, nothing happened here. All the drinks consumed by this table of guests tonight will be charged to my account."

"Papa~"

As he flapped his palms, the strippers standing on the dance floor began to dance.

The club was back to its ecstatic and drunken state.

This guy is a talent.

Ethan smiled and followed the bald man to the back of the club. Things happened very quickly just now. Rusek and the others were still struggling with the security personnel leading to the backstage, and a conflict broke out behind them.

This group of people stood in a group at the door, staring blankly at the few people who came over.

"Step aside."

The bald man held back his anger and yelled loudly.

"Pa~"

Zhuihun slapped him from behind, causing him to stumble forward two steps.

"Are you the one who scolded me?" Ethan flicked his wrist and said expressionlessly: "Please don't do anything that will cause misunderstanding. I am a sensitive person and prone to random thoughts."

Ordinary guys would never dare to be so tough in front of the police.

There is no doubt that he is a Taoist.

The only way to deal with this kind of person is to be tougher than him, and to deal with it when you find the opportunity, so that you can listen to the greetings honestly.

The bald man's face turned red.

He gritted his teeth and walked in dejectedly.

Powder room.

The bald man and a few others stood nearby shaking their legs in boredom. Rusek asked a dozen strippers questions, but no one answered him.

"cough."

With a dry cough, Ethan looked at the bald man.

"police officer."

The latter looked indifferent and spread his hands: "You know that even if I go out, I can't change anything."

Even if you know something.

Those who dare to speak will naturally speak.

For those who dare not speak, no matter how much you ask, it will be useless.

"Victoria Watson."

Olinsky took a photo of the corpse and showed it in front of each stripper: "This used to be your colleague, but now the head and body have been separated, and more than a dozen holes have been drilled into the body with an electric drill."

"Dump the body into the Chicago River."

"She's cold."

"Unlike you sitting in a warm dressing room, she spent a week in the cold river water."

As a whispering voice sounded, he kept saying: "Maybe this shouldn't be the fate of a stripper, right? Please, let her feel the warmth again after death."

Makeup for makeup, dress up for makeup.

The warmth and coldness of human relationships are vividly displayed. Faced with the horrifying photo, the stripper seriously counted her tips dollar by dollar.

He didn't even raise his eyelids.

In fact, there is nothing to blame. Although it is a legitimate profession, everyone knows the twists and turns involved.

Who would be willing to use their body to please others when given a choice?

In their line of work, being able to stand alone is already very good.

It wasn't until the photo came to a white girl wearing a bright red bikini that something changed. The girl's eyes dodge and she didn't dare to look at the person in the photo.

"uh-huh."

Olinsky put the photo on her desktop: "It seems that someone's heart is still beating." (End of Chapter)