My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The woman in front of her wiped away her tears and sniffed:

"Nothing special."

"We stay at the Sofitel every time we come here, and you know there's no Bloomingdale's in Toronto."

"After arriving in Chicago, he dropped me off at the hotel and asked me to go shopping."

Mrs. Wilenko's shoulders shook again, and she said with tears in her eyes: "God, who knows why such a thing happened."

After hearing what she said, the corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

After she wiped away her tears again, Ethan knocked on the table: "Mrs. Wilenko, let me speak clearly."

"Your husband did not die in an accident."

"We have evidence that he was involved in arms trafficking and that was the main reason he was shot."

"No."

Mrs. Wilenko said in shock: "Do you know what you are talking about? George would never do such a thing."

"Of course I know what I'm talking about."

Ethan opened the folder and said with a sneer: "I also know that you are not in Bloomingdale's today at all. You are in Waterfront City, right?"

During the time she came here, Jean had already clearly investigated her whereabouts.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

Mrs. Wilenko shook her head in panic, clutching the tissue in her hand tightly.

Ethan ignored her, took out the photos in the folder, and placed them in front of her one by one.

It contains all the murder scenes they took today, as well as previous crime scenes shot with the same type of bullets. In the photos, there are bloody corpses.

"Why are you showing me this."

Mrs. Wilenko's face turned pale when she saw the photo.

"The people inside were all shot by the bullets that George brought today and before." Ethan took out the bullets he had prepared in advance from his pocket and stood firmly in front of her.

"According to what we have investigated, seven people have died from such bullets."

"If you don't tell me the truth..."

Ethan tapped his fingertips on the table, making a clicking sound.

Every knock hit her heart.

"I know you're not a killer, Mrs. Wilenko."

Erin grabbed her hand and said softly: "But you have to tell us everything, we are here to help you."

The beating suddenly stopped, and Mrs. Wilenko also trembled.

Seeing that she was still unwilling to speak, Ethan continued to exert psychological pressure on her:

"I understand, money like this does come quickly."

"In the beginning you were just smuggling small things like leaves, right? No one noticed, and you became more and more bold until you smuggled arms."

Ethan picked out a photo with the most miserable death appearance and placed it in front of her:

"Now that your husband is dead, you can't get away from it. I will blame all of these seven lives on you."

"I advise you to tell everything you know."

Eileen looked at her and said in a deep voice: "As long as you cooperate with us, I will help you plead for mercy in front of the prosecutor."

After repeated exchanges, Mrs. Wei Liankov's psychological defense was completely broken through.

She covered her face with her hands and said painfully: "I went to Waterfront City to meet my ex-boyfriend. I didn't do anything to George."

Ethan's eyes twitched and he handed over the notebook and pen:

"Write down your name and phone number. I will verify it. I hope you will stop lying."

"I did not lie."

Mrs. Wilenko wrote a message on it and said incoherently: "I told George that working with Michael was a bad idea."

"He made sure to do it and said there was a fast pass."

"There won't be a search, and nothing will happen."

"Snapped."

Ethan stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed her arm: "Mrs. Wilenko, let's talk about this Michael now."

An hour later, Jane's meeting begins.

Ethan walked up to the whiteboard with the photo and pressed it with a magnetic sticker:

"Michael Ganz, distant nephew of the murdered driver."

Above is a white man with a beard and a ponytail.

"According to the information found by Erin, there is a criminal record of armed robbery. This person has a small team under his command."

Ethan looked at everyone and continued:

"It seems that Mr. Ganz is seeking industrial upgrading."

"According to the clues provided by the driver's wife, they have helped this distant nephew to do smuggling several times."

"This time, it was the idiot who wanted to take advantage of others today who disrupted Ganz's plan."

"The insulin boxes in the house were not destroyed in time. He knew that we would soon find the person who helped him smuggle them."

"So, they decisively chose to silence him."

Eileen also stood up and swung the pen in her hand:

"There is good news at the moment. Mrs. Willenco usually comes here with her husband every few weeks. This time she went to have a private meeting with her ex-boyfriend as soon as she arrived in Chicago."

"Unbeknownst to Ganz, she also came to Chicago."

"In other words, Ganz did not know that he had been exposed and must have felt that he was safe now."

Gene also came to the second floor from the technical room. He raised the paper in his hand and said, "According to the number provided by Mrs. Wei Lianco, I found that Ganz had called a place frequently in the past twenty-four hours. ."

"It's a pawn shop called Lucky M's in Gage Park."

"Well done."

Hank gave him a thumbs up with satisfaction. It was not easy to find useful clues in a short time.

"Lucky M?"

Olinsky took off the candy bar from his mouth: "I know the boss there, he is a broker."

"I also have news here."

Antonio raised his hand: "Some time ago, an ordnance factory near Toronto was stolen, and three thousand rounds of ammunition and fifty semi-automatic rifles were lost."

"The missing bullets were confirmed to be these M995 armor-piercing bullets."

The pointed bullet in his hand shook.

Things are very clear now.

Michael Butz obtained the supply from Canada and asked his distant uncle who worked in a pharmaceutical company and had a fast pass to transport the goods into the country.

Then let the broker contact the buyer and sell the shipped guns.

"Olinsky."

Hank glanced at his watch and stood up:

"You contact Lucky M's boss and ask him to arrange a transaction tomorrow."

"Make one thing clear to him. If he dares to notify Buz or play any tricks, he will have to spend the rest of his life in prison trading with his anus."

"I guarantee he'll understand what you mean."

Olinsky smiled, threw the candy bar into his mouth, and nodded hard.

Since things have been scheduled for tomorrow, it means that today's work is over.

Ethan pushed the whiteboard back into the corner, and Antonio picked up his coat and made a wait-see-you-later gesture to him.

In the Sheriff's Office, Olinsky was called in by Hank.

The two of them whispered and looked at him from time to time.

Ethan returned to his seat and sat down, put his feet on the table and stretched out. Tonight was destined to be particularly busy.