My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The name that popped out of Kaslo's mouth almost broke Ethan's waist.

I thought he was a minor boss.

Unexpectedly, a big boss popped up.

He and Eileen looked at each other and immediately left the temporary detention warehouse.

The silver-haired and slicked-back Mafia leader didn't expect to have such a good time. He got someone pregnant and then sank to the bottom of the Chicago River. Logically speaking, he should be happy to have a son in his old age.

Are you afraid of rumors?

But no matter who he is, he will be caught.

"Carlo Tefani."

The relevant information was quickly collected, and Olinsky solemnly pasted the photo of the silver-backed man on the whiteboard: "This is an Alpha, the boss of the Bridgeport group."

The photo was a candid photo, not a jail photo.

Carlo was shaking hands with someone.

Being able to post this photo proves that the other party has never been truly arrested before.

This is an old fox.

"Suspected of various illegal activities such as money laundering, fraud, organized crime, etc." Olinsky did not write on the whiteboard, crossed his arms and said: "These are all rumors, none of which can be confirmed."

“The eighties, when many of you were born.”

"He was active on Chicago Road."

There is no doubt that this is an old man and a very difficult figure.

Except for a few young people, Orlinsky and Antonio both knew who they were going up against this time, and although they were anxious, neither of them flinched at all.

not to mention.

This is no longer the era when the Mafia was in its heyday.

"Cough~"

The mouse covered his mouth and made a noise: "I have a piece of information here from the Financial Crime Investigation Division. I detected a name in the account transactions of a financial wallet company in Carlo."

"Lana Del Rio."

"That's a fake name for Victoria." Olinsky remembered something and quickly found the corresponding name on the fake ID posted nearby.

"That's right."

Mouse nodded, spread his hands and said: "The transfer record shows that it is twenty thousand US dollars."

"I was thinking maybe this was hush money."

"Tell her to abort the baby."

He looked at Antonio and shrugged: "How should I put it? This money has nothing to do with the share of the check fraud you mentioned before."

Based on the existing evidence, there is enough to bring Carlo back for investigation.

Everyone else looked at Ethan.

This is a real big shot, and Olinsky knows that Carlo and Hank have a close relationship, so he doesn’t know what Ethan will choose to do.

"Put on your equipment."

He clapped his hands and stretched: "Start with the luxury club first. Make the noise louder. Check all irregularities. Catch them if necessary. No one can be let go."

Don't know where that guy is.

Rather than asking Hank to ask the other person out, it would be better to alert the enemy.

An inexplicable twist.

There is a high probability that the other party will jump out to find him, and Ethan thinks this is a more labor-saving way.

He was planning to leave, so how could he be afraid of the mafia?

Luxury club.

Several duty cars with blue lights stopped suddenly, startling the guards at the door, and they immediately grabbed the walkie-talkies on their bodies.

"Hands down."

Ethan pushed open the car door and shouted sternly.

Not afraid of the sound, but always afraid of the muzzle, but there were still people trying to stop him: "Officer."

"Bang."

With a clean kick, the body of the security guard who stepped forward immediately staggered back a few steps, covered his stomach and fell to his knees.

"Obstruction of official duties."

Ethan retracted his feet, waved his hand and said, "Arrest the person, and the one next to him too."

"Hey."

The big nose next to him raised his hands and said with a confused look on his face: "What did I do?"

"Ouch~"

Rusek walked over, accidentally bumped into the man's body, and took two exaggerated steps back: "Asshole, you attacked the police!"

Atwater next to him immediately swooped down and knocked down Big Nose.

The handcuffs were also firmly put on.

Ethan's intention has been made clear to them. This trip is to cause trouble. If nothing else, the bail amount will definitely give Carlo a headache.

As soon as the two guards were brought down, follow-up patrol support arrived one after another.

Seven or eight patrol cars roared to a halt.

"All strippers, take them to the police station."

Glancing at the twenty or so heavily armed Chicago police officers standing in front of him, Ethan took the lead and walked inside: "Staff who intend to resist must be controlled as soon as possible."

Under his leadership, a group of powerful CPDs flooded into the club.

The music stopped and the lights turned on.

Amid their scoldings, the strippers lined up in several rows one after another, forming a veritable wave of buttocks. Under the leadership of the female patrol officer headed by Burgess, they lined up and walked out of the club.

A lot of contraband was also found.

Customers were constantly being handcuffed and dragged out by patrol officers.

The staff are also outstanding.

If you want to let people go, no problem.

Get the bail money.

"Hey."

A man hurriedly ran out from behind the club. He looked at the messy club and waved his hands to Ethan excitedly: "What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Frank.

The old boy finally showed up.

The hands that were bent like chicken claws were almost poking in front of him.

"Pa~"

A slap in the face to make the other party calm down completely.

Frank looked at Ethan in shock, not expecting that the other person would dare to hit him, since everyone was talking and laughing only yesterday.

Bright red handprints appeared quickly.

Meticulous hair.

It also becomes messy.

"I remember telling you."

Ethan grabbed Frank's clothes and pulled him in front of him fiercely: "I don't like people lying to me. If you dare to fool me, you will pay the price."

"Chief Morgan."

Frank gritted his teeth and said, "I've given you what you want, why can't you accept this kindness?"

"Yeah?"

Ethan twisted him and walked outside: "Why do I just think that you treat me as a fool."

Driven by strength, Frank roared and walked out.

It’s impossible not to leave.

His arms were twisted backwards, leaving him no room to struggle.

The two quickly walked out of the club.

At this time, a black Lincoln drove quickly from the side. The driver quickly got out of the car and quickly opened the rear door.

A burly man in a silver suit emerged from inside.

The other party's face was extremely gloomy.

Under the brown glasses, two sharp eyes glanced at the scene.

The silver-white back of his head added a bit of momentum to him, making him look domineering.

Carlo.

Ethan met his gaze unceremoniously, twisting Frank towards him.

In front of this mafia boss.

He stopped.

"Mr. Tefani." Ethan smiled slightly and pressed Frank down again: "Why don't you play cards today? Sorry, I have official duties now!"

"If there's anything else, let's talk some other time."