My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Outside the luxury club, there was a busy scene.

From time to time, people were escorted out by the patrol police, and the strippers in cool clothes attracted many people to watch.

The whistles kept sounding.

The scene of others being happy filled Carlo with anger.

After such a torment, there is no need to talk about the current losses.

In the next week or two, business was absolutely bleak. He was said to be an invisible partner, but this was actually his own business.

"Mr. Morgan."

Carlo grabbed the cane hard and said calmly: "I respect you. Yesterday, I invited you to play cards in the chess and card room, and I also provided some help with the cases you handled."

"Treat you as my guest."

His eyes glanced at Frank, who was forced to bend down and gasp for breath. He said expressionlessly: "What are you doing this for?"

"Boit, does he know you're doing this?"

"hehe."

Ethan smiled faintly, shrugged and said, "There's no need to use Hank to pressure me, it's useless."

"I also thought I was your guest, but it seems that's not the case. No one would deceive a guest the first time they meet. What do you think?"

Beat this guy out with one stick.

The effect is very significant.

Hank must know what's going on now, but he doesn't want to talk to the other person, and he also states that this is his own personal decision. After all, Carlo is a friend that Hank has known for a long time, and some things would be much easier to handle by himself.

"I don't know what you said."

Carlo took off his brown glasses and suppressed his anger: "Boit and I have been friends for many years. There is no time when we can't do anything we promise him."

"Is there any misunderstanding here?"

You old boy, you look so good.

Ethan was also unambiguous and issued an invitation forcefully: "Mr. Tefani, how about you be my guest for once. The coffee in the intelligence team of the 21st branch is still very good, no worse than the one in your chess and card room."

The purpose of this trip is for this guy.

Of course Ethan would not let go of this opportunity to force him out so smoothly.

Even if you don’t agree, you have to agree.

So the tone of speaking is also very strong.

Of course Carlo could smell it. He took a deep breath and asked coldly: "Is it because of what happened yesterday?"

"That's right."

Ethan didn’t avoid Frank either, and sneered: “Also, I don’t accept others treating me as a fool.”

"Let's talk in person this time."

"What do you think?"

Anyway, I don’t want to explain clearly what it is. Let’s get the person to the police station first.

Carlo glared at Frank fiercely, seeming to blame him for his poor performance, but the latter shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"The coffee has been delivered."

Rusek returned to the main room swinging his arms, shaking his head and smiling: "This man is so impressive, and he doesn't look scared at all."

"Fresh."

He snapped his fingers, nodded and said, "Yes, it gives me a feeling that feels fresh to him."

"Of course fresh."

Hank's hoarse voice sounded, and he looked helplessly at Ethan: "That guy is extremely lucky. He has been in the police station countless times for decades, and now you have added one more time."

"But you're not afraid of being shot?"

"Not afraid."

Ethan looked down at the information in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "As soon as I finish asking, I will say it was your idea."

"puff."

I couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

The more he watched, the tighter Ethan's eyebrows became. Now he had a motive, but he still had to find the boat and tools that committed the crime. The other party was an old fox and would not leave these obvious physical evidence easily.

"How are you going to interrogate?"

Hank scowled and scratched his forehead with his thumb.

"Ask directly."

Covering the case file, Ethan patted it gently: "It's useless to go around in circles with this kind of person. I just need to confirm whether he is the murderer."

Hearing this, Hank looked at him sharply.

My heart skipped a beat, this guy was trying to do some dirty tricks.

Olinsky also broke the twisty candy with force, and he also heard murderous intent in his incomprehensible words to others.

I didn't expect him to be so brave.

He swallowed thickly and looked at Hank.

The latter had a tangled look on his face. He had no doubts about Ethan's strength. Anyone who was targeted by this guy would basically die. It was just whether the matter had to go that far.

Before he could say anything, Ethan walked to the interrogation room by himself, swinging the case file.

The group of people behind looked at each other and quickly followed.

The door opens.

The silver-haired mafia boss was just as Rusek said, drinking coffee calmly and not looking uneasy at all.

Just like yesterday when I was sitting in the card room.

"Mr. Tefani."

Ethan threw the case file on the table and said calmly: "What do you think of the coffee from the intelligence team?"

"good."

Carlo put down his cup with a smile: "It's almost the same as what I have."

"That's good, I won't lie to you." After opening the case file, Ethan stopped talking nonsense and pushed out a photo: "Victoria Watson, I think you are familiar with her, right?"

"It was drilled like this a week ago and sank to the bottom of the Chicago River."

"You had an intimate relationship with her."

"You shouldn't deny this, right?"

Carlo held the photos with his fingers and looked at them carefully one by one, frowning slightly.

As soon as he saw the small hole on it, he knew how it was made.

"You should know about the strip club I opened." He took a sip of coffee and asked in confusion: "Then what's so strange about me, the Fake striptease?"

The person behind the one-way glass was impressed by his confident appearance.

"etc."

Carlo picked up a photo and shook it in his hand: "This is why you did so many things just now. You thought I killed her!"

There was a hint of irritation in his expression.

"This is the autopsy report."

Ethan said to himself and handed out another piece of paper: "Victoria was sixteen weeks pregnant when she died. In order not to bring shame to the family, or out of the boss's pride."

The financial statement was also pushed over and he continued: "You gave Victoria $20,000."

"Whether that counts as abortion fees or breakup fees."

"But she didn't want to."

Ethan spread his hands and stared at Carlo: "Victoria may want to use this child in exchange for food and clothing for the rest of her life."

"But someone wants to end this trouble for good."

"Do you think this story makes sense?"

Facing his sharp gaze, Carlo pushed up his glasses and looked at the transfer records on the financial statement with an expressionless face.

Twenty thousand dollars is particularly eye-catching.

"Very reasonable."

He nodded slowly and met Ethan's gaze: "No wonder you doubt me. If it were me, I would have the same doubts after seeing these things."

"However, I am not the person you are looking for."