My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Outside the social club.

Ethan and Hank chatted briefly and then parted ways.

The former got in the car and quickly headed to the address given by Frank just now.

He has already sent the address to everyone in the intelligence team. It is estimated that those guys have almost arrived at the place, and the relevant arrest operations will be launched soon. Although he is not worried about their ability to do things, he still has to keep an eye on them.

In a flash of lightning, we soon arrived at a remote community.

From afar, you could see the intelligence team's duty vehicle parked on the side of the road. As soon as Ethan got off the car, he saw several people on the small building next to him in a mess and struggling out of the second-floor balcony.

"oh!!!"

Ethan quickly waved his hand and warned: "Be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black-haired man was entangled with Rusek and hit the guardrail. The wooden guardrail was in disrepair and was instantly knocked to pieces by the two strong men.

"Jesus!"

Horsted stretched out his hand anxiously, but could only catch a ball of air.

He watched helplessly as the two dancing people fell together from the rotten guardrail of the balcony on the second floor.

"Bang~"

The heavy body fell to the lawn one after another with broken boards, making several muffled sounds.

"Farke!"

Rusek almost fell to his death. He turned over with a red face, cursed angrily, waved his arms to the side, and punched the black-haired man.

The punch at this time was neither painful nor itchy.

Although the black-haired man was dizzy, he still struggled to crawl away.

"Click."

A crisp sound made all his movements stiffen.

The cold feeling on his head made the boy despair, and he could only lie down on the grass.

Blessed people don’t have to be busy.

Ethan happily pushed back the hammer of the revolver, bent down and patted Rusek's chest: "Welcome back to Chicago, I believe you must miss this feeling very much."

"Cough~~~"

He responded with a cough.

Rusek shook off the snow flakes and grass stalks on his body and gasped for air.

The sound of dense footsteps sounded.

When Antonio and Irene rushed out with guns in hand, they only saw their police sergeant stepping on the suspect and raising his revolver in a triumphant pose!

"Please."

Erin stopped her hurried steps: "Rusek, can't you be more confident?"

The latter just gasped and waved his hands to indicate that he did not want to speak.

The suspect was quickly cuffed.

Ethan strode into this small building and started searching with others. The first floor was empty and there was nothing special about it.

But there is a different world on the second floor.

Thin ropes were hung like clotheslines in the room, and densely packed counterfeit checks were hung on them and swayed in the wind, waiting to be completely dried before being distributed to the market.

In addition to this, a large pile of forged identity documents was found in a smoking trash can.

Watson used these things to defraud money.

The guy named Frank just now seemed not to be fooling himself.

"They must have noticed us." Olinsky picked up a wet ID and handed it to Ethan: "But this guy seemed to have just reacted when he started to burn. At this time, it is more important to escape."

"snort."

Ethan sneered, wiped the certificate and threw it to the ground: "Inform the people from the forensics department to come over. Maybe they can get that guy's fingerprints on these things."

"This time, I'm going to crucify him."

"Charlie Kaslow."

Horsted posted the photo of the man he had just caught on the whiteboard: "His information has been investigated. He was once a rising star on the road, and he once broke other people's jaws for grabbing parking spaces."

"The judge gave him five years."

"According to documents sent from the prison, six months after being imprisoned, this guy had a conflict with other gang members."

He tapped the photo above and shrugged:

"Kaslo was knocked unconscious by an old G.D.A. with a 45-pound barbell in the fitness area. Since then, he has been very honest. It seems that he has been engaged in forging checks since he was released from prison."

"It's a loser."

Antonio slapped the information in his hand, shook his head and smiled: "In prison, you can only be tough to the end. Even if you recover from your injuries and then take revenge, you are still a tough guy."

"No one will take someone like Kaslo seriously."

"Do you guys remember that stripper?"

Olinsky showed the phone in his hand and chewed the candy: "She contacted me before and said that she really didn't know what was going on, but I just sent her the photo of Kaslo."

"The girl said she saw Kaslo arguing with her the night before Watson disappeared."

"Great." Atwater said excitedly, waving his fingers:

"Contact is now with the victim."

"Is it the one in the red bikini?" Rusek lay weakly on the ground, stretched his back, and stared at the ceiling.

How could I not remember.

There has to be a 36D.

The skin is also quite delicate, just like Bai Xue.

"Snapped."

A ball of waste paper flew over in an arc and hit him firmly in the face.

"Where did you get the clue about this person?" Irene retracted her hand with satisfaction and looked at Ethan curiously.

A group of people checked it out and found almost no clue.

This guy just went out for a run and found the murderer easily. This efficiency was too scary, and she couldn't help but become curious.

"Informant."

Ethan waved his hand and immediately changed the topic: "Antonio and I are going to interrogate. We want to find out the motive for Caslo's murder."

"The murder scene and the equipment must not cast any doubt on the evidence chain."

The person was found.

It does not mean that the other party will plead guilty.

There is also a difficult psychological game in the middle, which is sometimes as difficult as finding the murderer, especially for this long-awaited corpse dumping case, and you have to find a way to use evidence to hook the other party.

trial room.

Ethan was not in a hurry to speak, but looked at Kaslo carefully.

Around thirty years old.

The stubble on his face had probably not been shaved for a while, and he looked a bit slovenly, but this man was still handsome and his eyes were a bit melancholy.

"We've found Victoria Watson."

After a moment of silence, Antonio took the lead in attacking. He spread his hands and said, "I can understand why you killed her before the interests were agreed upon, but why did you cut off her head?"

On the side, Ethan stared intently into Kaslo's eyes.

I thought about being lost in thought and panic.

Carlos' performance will even be uneventful.

But he looked at Antonio in shock and moved his lips, as if he wanted to ask something.

Soon, his mouth was closed tightly.

Not only that, he also looked at the table with dull eyes.

"In the end what happened?"

After suppressing his doubts, Ethan opened the case file and pushed a photo of the separated body towards Carlos: "I'm curious, what makes you treat a woman like this?"