My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"All right."

Ethan stopped and looked around: "Do you know about the Colombian independence group?"

"Know."

Burgess and Atwater nodded quickly, their eyes shining.

Unexpectedly, the intelligence team had just solved a major case, and only half a month later, another major case came.

"It's good to know."

Ethan nodded mysteriously: "Remember not to tell anyone."

After speaking, he quickly walked up the steps. He had to seize the time to report on the clues he had just asked about.

The two patrolmen stood in place, messy in the wind.

"He didn't seem to say anything, did he?" Atwater looked at Burgess uncertainly.

"uh-huh!"

Burgess glared at him: "You just realized it now?"

They became crestfallen again and walked feebly up the steps, Burgess still mumbling.

Second floor, intelligence team.

Ethan went back up there, knocked on the Sheriff's Office, and walked over to the whiteboard.

"Where's Olinsky?"

He twisted off the pen cap and looked around. Antonio, Irene and Rusek were the only three people in the main room.

"He had personal matters and went home."

Hank walked out of the office and his hoarse voice sounded:

"Don't worry about him. What information did the girl provide just now?"

"Okay." Ethan drew an arrow next to the photo of the man he shot dead last night and wrote the name:

"It turns out that Mr. Art Prisoner, we were waiting for another girl named Nadia last night."

"This is the only abnormality. Perhaps it is because Masters' already highly sensitive nerves collapsed because he could not wait for a familiar girl."

"He felt that Xiaomei was sent by those people, so he acted like that."

"By the way, Xiaomei is the Asian girl's name."

"Okay." Hank nodded and sat down on the table nearby: "Now it seems that the only person who can provide us with clues is this Nadia."

"Maybe she can figure out what happened to Masters."

He looked at Ethan and continued to ask: "Did this little beauty provide any clues about Nadia?"

"some."

Ethan looked at the transcript: "But there is a small problem. According to the information provided by Xiaomei, their working places are not fixed."

"Every day I just follow my boss everywhere."

"Their boss's name is Adam Masur. As long as we can find Masur, we can find Nadia."

As soon as he finished speaking, Antonio raised his hands and said with a smile:

"Leave this matter to me and it fell into my hands."

"This guy was an old friend of mine when I was on the arrest team. We all called him Rat Pimp, just because he liked to run around."

"Every time he is caught, as soon as he is released from prison, within a week, he will find a new hideout."

Antonio picked up the phone and opened the address book:

"It's easy to find his whereabouts, just make a few calls to our old friends in the arrest team."

"Very good." Hank stood up:

"Get ready, Irene will stay behind, and we will bring Nadia back."

Twenty minutes later, by the street.

Antonio and a plainclothes policeman performed a complicated fist bump, and the two bumped shoulders.

They exchanged a few words, and the plainclothes policeman got in the car and left.

As Antonio walked back, he tapped his fingers to the side covertly.

Ethan and Rusek looked across the street at the same time. At the entrance of the alley, a high iron fence was installed, and a small red light hung above the fence.

A small red light is hung up at the alley in broad daylight, and a man will understand it instantly.

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, unable to suppress his excitement. He was debating whether to call the police to check the room or just kick the door.

After Antonio chatted with Hank for a few words in the SUV in front, he greeted into the microphone:

"Ethan, you go in first."

"I'm a familiar face."

"Understood." Ethan opened the car door, tightened his jacket, and walked quickly across the street with Rusek.

The iron door was ajar and unlocked.

There was a surveillance camera above. Ethan raised his head and smiled, opened the iron door and walked in.

In the small alley, there are pools of sewage in the corners.

There was a stench from the trash can, and there was the sound of mice turning over it.

"Why would you choose a place like this?" Rusek shook his head and said, "Who would come to such a ghost place? The environment is too bad."

"Maybe there's a surprise inside."

Ethan patted his head: "Looking for beauty in filth, isn't that the joy of walking in the alley?"

"cut."

Rusek rubbed his head and muttered: "It sounds like you understand."

As it turns out, Ethan was right.

The entrance to the branch courtyard is in the alley behind.

Not far inside, I saw a wooden door painted black, with a small red light hanging on it to remind guests not to go to the wrong place.

Ethan took the lead and opened the wooden door, and the two of them walked in one after the other.

There is a corner where you enter the door, and two old men with flowery arms are sitting on chairs.

The bald man looked at them, yawned and said:

"Member number, thank you!"

"99527."

Ethan lifted up his clothes, showed his police badge, and read out his police number.

"Let me remind you."

He stretched out his arm and nodded to the bald man: "If you dare to press the warning button, your hand will be mine. Do you want to take a gamble?"

The bald man looked at Ethan's hand pressing on the handle of the gun, his eyes struggling.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then took back his hand stretched out to the side and held it obediently to his head.

"Cuff them both."

Ethan directed Rusek to step forward, while looking at the two flower-armed brothers with eager eyes.

After they were under control, Ethan pressed the microphone and looked at the monitor next to him: "Okay, come in."

Soon, Hank and Antonio appeared on the surveillance screen and ran in.

"Well done."

Antonio waved: "Go in."

Rusek opened the soundproof curtain, and dynamic music played. It was not very noisy, and it had a somewhat pleasant feeling.

The branch courtyard is decorated like a small nightclub, and the overall style is relatively dark.

It's daytime now, but there are many people.

Seven or eight customers were scattered among them, drinking beer at the table next to them.

There are more female staff than customers, and they are scantily clad. As far as the eye can see, they look white and round.

The colorful uniforms add a lot of color inside.

"Chicago police." Hank raised his badge and said, "Don't move, everyone, keep your hands where I can see them."

It was okay not to say it, but as soon as he said it, someone stood up in a hurry and wanted to rush out from them.

"Bang."

Ethan moved his steps, pushed him against the wall, took out the handcuffs from behind his waist, and locked the man tightly: "I believe you can understand human speech."

Then he held his head down and banged it against the wall: "What do you think?"

"I see."

The man who was trying to escape had his face squeezed and deformed. He crooked his nose and begged for mercy: "Please, let go."