My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

the next day.

After Ethan spent a few hours working all day, he changed cars and headed to where the bait was set up.

That's where Jacob lives.

Last night, I called the guy with a glimmer of hope. As expected, he still retained the lease on that house. Out of caution, the bald hacker didn't mind leaving himself an extra place to hide.

He confiscated it without hesitation. This kind of place rented with a false identity is perfect for use as bait.

There are no outsiders within a few kilometers of that house, which is very suitable for robbers to hide.

When we arrived at the place, there was a lot of noise inside.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Candy clumsily walking down from the second floor with a lot of things in a white cloth. The ground was wet, and the air was filled with the smell of bleach.

"Jesus."

When he saw Ethan appear, he said breathlessly: "It's all here to deceive people anyway, why not just find a place?"

"Isn't it enough as long as you see someone show up?"

A man had been cleaning up here for several hours, and he was so tired that he was sweating.

Finally, we have cleaned up all the traces that Jiabo might have left. Fortunately, that guy has not been here for a long time, otherwise it would be even more troublesome.

"You know you can't."

Ethan threw the travel bag in his hand on the table and patiently explained: "This is false, but we need it to be true. The information provided by Bunker cannot go wrong and must be correct."

"Uh-huh."

He opened the travel bag, revealing the densely packed small bills inside: "There must be something to prove that his information is correct, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the undercover."

There were a total of 50,000 to 60,000 yuan inside, all stolen from the strip club that day.

With these things, it couldn’t be more real.

Normal people would not keep so many small bills at home, and with their own performances, this would be a perfect hiding spot.

"Don't you?"

Candy struggled to free one hand and made a shooting gesture.

According to what he knew about Ethan.

The old bartender felt that if he found out who was the undercover, the other party would be dead, and he didn't understand why so many things had to happen.

"Please."

Ethan spread his hands with a very innocent expression: "Why do you think I'm a violent maniac?"

"Moreover."

He smiled and showed his white teeth: "Believe me, sometimes the living are more valuable than the dead."

The price is not worth it, the candy is too lazy to ask.

He just waved his hand to show that he was tired and asked him to help quickly.

Ethan tightened his gloves, threw the bag of money into the cupboard, and then started busy with the other party, trying not to make any big mistakes. He added firewood next to the fireplace and put some simple meals.

The AKM used in the robbery that day was also placed in the corresponding place.

With the addition of a veteran former law enforcement officer, everything is going smoothly.

Banshee Town Police Department at night.

People who went out to patrol began to return one after another, and the hall on the first floor gradually became lively.

Because of the newcomer, Brock doesn't always sit in his office. He has to come down from time to time to mention something. One is to increase his prestige, and the other is that his many experiences are really helpful.

The evening summary meeting is about to begin, and the seats are basically full.

But there was one guy who didn't return.

"Where's Bunker?"

Looking at the guy's empty seat, the sergeant spread his hands in confusion. The other person was always on time, and he had never been in this situation before.

"Boss."

Siobhan turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, shrugged and said, "He just told me to go out."

"Going to meet an informant or something."

"Be back soon."

Informants are not only available in big places, but also in small places.

This thing is not a high-end thing. If you hear anything that may be useful or may happen, you can contact the police to provide clues. It is not much different from the nature of the masses in that area.

The difference is that there are informants from all walks of life, including drug addicts and prostitutes.

"OK."

Brock crossed his arms and was about to start speaking based on today's patrol situation.

When there were few people, this step could be omitted, but now that there are more people, summarizing from time to time is still very helpful for the growth of new people.

As soon as he stood up, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.

"Sheriff."

Bunker pushed open the glass door and walked in quickly, saying urgently: "Do you remember the case where the strip club was robbed?"

"of course I remember."

The Sheriff scratched his nose and secretly muttered to Ethan.

Fortunately, he was not there that night, otherwise he might not know what would have happened. He frowned and looked at Bunker, wondering why the other party suddenly mentioned this matter.

"Informants provide information."

Bunker put his hands on his hips and said in a low voice: "He said that when he was drinking in a bar, he met a guy who boasted about making a lot of money last month."

Hearing this, everyone present turned their attention to him.

After wiping oil on his head, he continued to nod with certainty: "And many of the details are correct. If I guessed correctly, it should be one of those robbers. Those guys couldn't help but show up. ”

As he spoke, his main focus was on Brock and Cruz.

But now the reactions of the group of people in front of him are almost the same, with shock mixed with surprise, and their expressions are also very exaggerated.

"And one more thing."

Bunker continued to add, waving heavily and saying: "We were very lucky. The informant followed up and found the other party's foothold. You know, that bastard probably wanted to do something."

"But when I thought about how dangerous the other party was, I gave up the idea."

"To get a reward."

He smiled slightly and raised his shoulders: "That guy contacted me!"

Before anyone could react, Bunker quickly told the address according to Ethan's instructions, and finally clapped his hands hard: "This is a good opportunity, we can go and arrest people now!"

The whole person is like a machine gun, crackling and telling things.

Forced into the minds of these people present.

The hall on the first floor was quiet, with only Bunker's voice echoing leisurely.

"etc!"

Brock composed himself, frowned and waved, "Who is that informant? Is the information unreliable?"

"Sheriff."

Bunker looked quite embarrassed and spread his hands: "You know you can't talk about this kind of thing, otherwise no one will provide us with useful clues in the future. As for the reliability of the information."

"It's very simple. We'll find out when we go and take a look."

"I agree."

Siobhan nodded quickly and grabbed the gun placed on the table: "We already know the address. We have nothing to lose if we go over and take a look."

The echoes sounded one after another.

Many people look eager to try. (End of chapter)