My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan followed Hank to the round table and looked at the two people on the table coldly.

In addition to the silver-backed man named Carlo, there was also a black-haired man sitting at the table. He looked to be close to forty years old.

Before Carlo responded to Hank's greeting, the black-haired man smiled and greeted him.

However, Hank ignored him.

"sit down."

Carlo put down the cup and looked at Hank with a smile: "What would you like to drink?"

While speaking, he also nodded slightly to Ethan.

The communication skills were quite good and no one was left out in the cold.

"Please, you know why I came here." Hank spread his hands, nodded and said, "Don't waste your time. I have a few questions to ask you."

"How about we find a quieter place?"

"etc."

Carlo raised his glasses and said with a smile: "Before this, there is someone who wants to express his apology."

Behind him, the bald manager trembled all over.

He stepped forward quickly and bent down to Ethan: "Mr. Morgan, I'm very sorry about what happened just now. I should cooperate with your work and express my apology to you again."

I hit someone, but the other person came to apologize to me.

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

His face turned gloomy, and he looked at the silver-backed head with evil eyes: "Mr. Carlo, are you provoking me?"

"Blame me for touching you where I shouldn't?"

The manager of the luxury club raised his head blankly, not understanding what was going on in his mind.

The whole person is a bit stupid.

"You go."

Carlo smiled even more, waved to the bald manager, and looked at Ethan with a serious face: "I have heard of your name, Sheriff Morgan, and I have always thought that you can only speak with your gun."

"Now it seems that you are also a smart person."

"I'm sorry for what happened just now."

He knocked on the table again and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you find what you were looking for in the club before?"

This guy is neither hurried nor slow in speaking, neither humble nor overbearing.

What stands out is a calmness.

The other party was easy to talk to and discuss, and Ethan would not bite like a mad dog. He shrugged and pointed it out directly: "I heard that Mr. Carlo is an invisible partner of the luxury club. I would like to ask a few questions."

"How about this."

Carlo did not deny it. He pointed to the black-haired man next to him: "This Mr. Frank is responsible for the daily work of the club."

"If you have any questions, I think he will satisfy you."

The black-haired man has been smiling from just now until now.

In Ethan's opinion, it was a bit scary.

This kind of smiling tiger always has no idea what he is planning behind his back. After listening to Carlo's words, he immediately looked at this guy named Frank with a smile.

The latter immediately stood up and waved back to Ethan.

Hank pulled up his chair and sat down, waving to the waiter at the bar to get him a cup of coffee, and left the rest to Ethan, who could easily solve it with his abilities.

And Ethan was not false at all. He dumped the case file and followed the other party out the back door.

The two came to a small courtyard behind the club.

There are a few outdoor tables and chairs here, the surroundings are empty, and the tall solid wooden walls are tightly shielded. It is a good place for conversation.

He waved his hand to sweep away the snow on the table and chairs, and the two sat down facing each other.

Open the case file.

Pass Watson's photos to the other person one by one, both alive and dead.

Finally, there are those photos of fake IDs.

They have already come directly to the door, there is no need to hide them.

The other party also put away his smile and looked at the photo with an expressionless face. Ordinary people would look at the horrific pictures that would leave a psychological shadow, but they couldn't make this guy named Frank have the slightest fluctuation.

"What do you want to know?"

Frank tapped the photo, his tall nose twitching.

"Who did it?"

It was freezing outside. Ethan lit his cigarette and looked at the black-haired man in front of him: "Give me a name. Don't lie to me, otherwise the consequences will be serious. I don't like to be lied to."

Smoke rose and drifted with the snowflakes.

"Before, let me use an analogy." Frank rubbed his hands, and the old god looked at the gray sky:

"Suppose this woman is helping others defraud credit cards and bank loans."

"What do you think of the mastermind behind this?"

"I'm not a banker."

Ethan puffed out smoke and shrugged: "Even if you deceive them hundreds of millions, it has nothing to do with me. All I want is a murderer. Is this answer clear enough?"

"very clear."

Frank smiled and shook his head: "When I went to drink coffee two days ago, I heard the person at the table next to me mention a name, Charlie Koslow."

"I heard that boy has been forging fake checks recently."

"certainly."

He shrugged and pinched his fingers: "I have heard of this kind of thing. You need to verify the specific situation."

"Is there a possibility?"

Ethan took back the photo with a smile and put it in the case file: "The guest at the table next to you happened to mention where Koslow is. I believe you must have heard it."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the other party quickly revealed the address without hiding it.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Ethan stretched out his palm and held the other person firmly: "After the case is solved, I will consider applying for a good citizen award for you, but there is a condition, don't perfunctory me."

"I used to know a guy named Frank, and he always lied to me."

"The ending is not so happy."

The threat in his words was so obvious that Frank, an Italian, raised his eyebrows and in turn held Ethan's hand firmly.

Entering the house, Ethan nodded to Hank.

The latter raised the coffee cup and smiled at Carlo: "Today's coffee is good. The police station still has a lot of things to do. I will play cards with you another day."

"no problem."

This very stylish mafia leader pushed up his brown-rimmed glasses and looked at Ethan with a smile: "Young man, I admire you very much. You can come over and play cards with Hank when you are free."

Hearing this, people in the chess and card room all cast surprised glances.

You know Carlo is now the boss of the Chicago Mafia.

There were only a handful of young people he could call over to play cards, and he didn't know what was so special about the handsome guy in front of him.

"Thanks."

Ethan looked around and shrugged: "But I prefer places like luxury clubs, where sexy buttocks and elastic breasts are everywhere. Those occasions are where I belong."

No matter what gang it is, I have no interest in playing cards with a bunch of old men.

However, he still saved some face for the other party.

Carlo was giving kindness, after all.

"Hahaha."

Carlo was stunned at first, and then burst into hearty laughter. A group of helpless old men in the chess and card room also laughed loudly.

That's right, if it still works.

Who the hell wants to spend time here?