My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ignoring the resting sign hanging on the glass door, Hank pushed hard and stepped in.

Ethan quickly followed, and the two of them put the topic down.

There are some cards, trinkets, clothing and other things placed everywhere in the store.

The decoration is quite unique, with a light and luxurious style.

"Is anyone there?" Hank walked to the front desk and reached out to pat the call bell.

"Ding ding."

"Mr. Harris."

He shouted several times, but no one answered.

Ethan turned sideways and looked inside the store.

On the ground behind a display cabinet, a pair of leather shoes stood upright.

"call out."

Ethan hissed softly and pulled out the python.

When Hank saw this, he quickly pulled out his Glock, and the two of them walked slowly towards the back while surrounding each other.

Scanning the radar, there are only two blips on them.

Ethan lowered his gun and walked quickly to the raised leather shoes: "We found the right person, but we were a step too late."

The owner of the leather shoes had fallen into a pool of blood.

Judging from his appearance, he was the person they were looking for. Judging from his skin color, he had been dead for some time.

Hank inserted the Glock back and said meaningfully:

"It's like this in criminal gangs. You don't know which one will come first, accident or death."

"The slightest suspicion will make you the target of being purged."

"No need to warn me."

Ethan smiled and put the python away: "Even if I had chosen another path, it would have been me cleaning others, not the other way around."

"I have no doubt about that."

Hank shrugged and pressed the intercom: "This is Sheriff Hank Boyt, police number 32419. He found the murder scene and arranged for the patrol to come and deal with it."

After giving the address, he let go of the walkie-talkie, stretched out his finger and shook it in a circle.

Ethan nodded and took out disposable gloves from his pocket.

He looked around and found a surveillance camera, and immediately walked to the front desk.

The computers here didn't have a lock screen, so he quickly turned to the monitoring system.

Replay all the way to an hour ago.

Hit the pause button and continue playing forward.

Ten seconds later, three hooded men pushed open the glass door and walked into the store. Their bodies were covered so tightly that no physical features could be seen.

If we were to make a bold guess, it would be okay to say that these people were flat-chested women.

Two of them walked towards the front desk, and Harris was sitting where Ethan was now. When he saw the two people in the screen, he wanted to get up and run away.

The man judged his intention instantly and raised two pistols to force Harris to stop.

At the same time, the man standing at the door also stretched out his hand and turned the open sign.

"despair."

Ethan slammed the space bar and finally caught a glitch.

He took out his phone and took a picture of the screen.

Although these people were tightly wrapped and wore gloves, their skin color was still exposed when they raised their hands to raise their guns.

These three people are all black, and although they are not very useful, at least they are not confused.

The video continued to play, and Harris was walked behind by two men with guns. He said something excitedly, but was quickly knocked over by several shots.

The three black men wearing hoodies also quickly left the scene.

Fast-forward the playback until he and Hank enter the door, and no one enters the store in the meantime.

The surveillance screen stopped playing, and Ethan rummaged through the drawers.

There was nothing in it, just some sundries and two small bags of flour. He put the flour into the space, maybe it could be used when he framed people in the future.

"The shooters were three black men."

Ethan walked back: "This is the only clue we got from the surveillance, what about you?"

Hank was rummaging through the trash can, and he muttered:

"Wait a moment."

Soon, he walked towards the table nearby and threw the scraps of paper in his hand on the table: "I think I know what these people are doing. It has nothing to do with the stolen paintings."

“But they’re also doing some interesting things.”

"What's interesting?"

Ethan walked next to him, picked up the shredded paper from the table, and pulled it a few times, but it turned out to be surprisingly strong.

"Do you know why you put money in the washing machine but it doesn't break?"

Hank took out twenty dollars from his pocket and pulled at Ethan a few times: "Because it's not made of ordinary paper."

“Instead, use cotton fibers and linen.”

He pointed to the jeans piled in the corner: "It's the same material as those things."

Ethan picked up the shredded paper and the twenty dollars together, and rubbed them with both hands at the same time. As expected, they felt almost the same.

“The materials are very well made.”

Hank also rubbed the money in his hand: "This guy is very powerful, ordinary people can't do it."

He nodded at the body lying on the ground again: "It seems that they have changed careers again. This is a team that makes counterfeit banknotes. He is responsible for producing raw materials."

"Masters is a painter!" Ethan's eyes lit up and he said hastily:

"You are right, this is a gang that makes counterfeit banknotes. Harris provides the banknotes, so Masters must be responsible for making the engravings."

"We must be missing something at Masters' house."

"I'm staying here." Hank said as he banged on the table:

"You should contact Olinsky and Antonio and re-inspect Masters' home. You will definitely gain something."

"clear."

Ethan took out his cell phone and walked quickly outside.

Twenty minutes later, he got into a taxi and arrived at Masters' house.

As a murder scene, it is still sealed.

After raising the cordon and walking in, you can still see the blood stains left over from last night on the floor of the living room.

He sat on the sofa and waited for a while, when the sound of brakes suddenly sounded outside.

Soon, Orlinsky walked in with Antonio.

"Hey."

Ethan greeted Olinsky: "How are things going at home?"

"Sorry, we don't have enough manpower right now, so I have to call you back."

"fine."

Olinsky forced a smile: "It's almost done."

Your own people belong to your own people, and you shouldn’t interfere too much in other people’s family affairs. Ethan reached out and fist bumped with him: “If you need help, just ask.”

Antonio held a bunch of things in his arms. He took out the rolled up white paper and distributed it to Ethan and Olinsky:

"Gene and Rusek had found the blueprints for the house, which showed the original structure and dimensions of the building."

"This is a handheld rangefinder. By comparing the drawings, you can easily find the secret room."

The drawing in Ethan's hand was for the second floor. He studied the rangefinder and then walked up the stairs.

Orlinsky wandered around on the first floor, while Antonio ran to the third floor.

Inside the house, empty footsteps sounded.

While comparing the drawings, Ethan pressed the instrument, and the red laser fired in all directions.

When he walked to a studio, without scanning, he felt that the size was much different from the size marked on the blueprint. Using instruments to measure and simple conversion, the room was seven or eight square meters shorter.

"Hey, come to my place."

Ethan walked outside and shouted: "I found something here."