My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Notify the patrol police, notify the forensics office, and ask the dispatch center to send additional manpower."

Hank put on his gloves and said in a cold tone:

"I want this warehouse to be sealed, and everything checked inside and out, not to let any evidence go."

"clear."

Erin nodded, she pressed the intercom and walked outside.

"Be careful."

Ethan pointed to the bloody shoe prints on the ground, and then carefully picked up a small piece of blood-red coagulation from Megan Benson's body.

"What is this?" After checking it, Antonio looked at the thing in Ethan's hand.

"sin."

Ethan rubbed his fingers, and the bloody cocoa powder turned into a red paste on the disposable gloves: "Endless sin."

Under the light, the thing in his hand was extremely bright red.

"It's unfortunate, but it's good news!"

After Antonio was silent for a while, he took out a condom filled with blood: "Under our pressure, these people hurriedly took action."

"They are all novices. Most of these cocoa powders should be destroyed."

"What good news is this?" Eileen came up from behind.

"At least they don't dare to do the same thing to the other two girls until the person they were responsible for picking up the goods arrives."

Antonio put the condom down: "They're afraid their goods will be destroyed."

Not wanting to face such a scene again, they all walked out of the room.

Ethan took off his disposable gloves and asked angrily: "Could it be someone from Gavin who called them?"

"That's his nephew after all!"

"Won't!"

Hank shook his head decisively and kicked the goods next to him: "He is Italian, but he is also a gang member."

"For these people, family affection is not the most important thing before interests."

"The stolen goods hidden in this warehouse are worth at least two to three hundred thousand. If he hadn't been forced by us, he wouldn't have revealed this place."

At this point, he had no choice but to accept Hank's statement.

But when he saw Megan Benson's eyes just now, he had already made up his mind.

Prison wasn't where Sean Collins belonged, death was.

The patrol officers quickly arrived at the scene. Under the command of Ethan and others, they quickly searched the warehouse and sealed the stolen goods inside.

After Hank answered the phone, he drove away.

It didn't take long for Ethan and the others to return to the police station and wait for the next clue from Gene or Olinsky, leaving the scene to others to handle.

"Can you tell me where I'm going tonight?"

In the tea room, Ethan took out the coffee pot and poured two cups of coffee: "I think I should bring an assault rifle or a python revolver."

"Ha ha."

Erin took the coffee and gave a fake smile: "It's not funny at all."

After drinking a few sips of hot coffee, the cold body finally recovered. The two of them walked out of the balcony and lazily basked in the sun.

After the body became warm, the coldness brought by it was finally gone.

An excellent police detective must have extraordinary psychological adjustment abilities.

Otherwise, as long as they are exposed to these things, ordinary people will simply not be able to bear it.

Just like Rusek's father, he has always been a patrol policeman. Even if he had the opportunity, he was unwilling to enter these departments.

Erin looked at Ethan, who was smoking a cigarette one after another.

From the outside, he looks like a sunny and handsome boy.

His marksmanship is accurate and he will show no mercy to criminals. This is the biggest impression on her.

But she really couldn't see the danger that Hank was talking about.

"Cough~"

Erin coughed slightly and was about to make some insinuating remarks.

"Bang bang bang."

Gene appeared at the door of the tea room. He knocked on the door several times and waved to them quickly.

Ethan took two puffs on his cigarette and put out the butt.

The two hurriedly walked back to the main room, where Gene had already posted a photo on the whiteboard.

"New characters appear."

Gene opened the folder in his hand and distributed the information to the three of them: "Ryan Potter."

"These are all the call records found from Brandon's burner phone."

"There are only two numbers on it, one of which is a prepaid mobile phone. The owner information cannot be found and the signal has been lost."

"I guess it was used by Sean, and he must have destroyed the phone."

"The owner of the other number is Ryan Porter."

Ethan looked at the clues that Gene had collected on the paper, which were listed in great detail.

White male, 26 years old, with a record of hiding alone many times.

"Hey!"

Erin tapped the paper: "He worked as a paramedic for three different ambulance companies and was fired from all of them."

"Needless to say." Olinsky put down the paper:

"I bet a hundred bucks that this is the guy they're looking for to do the surgery."

He took out his mobile phone and walked to the whiteboard:

"This person is going to take a photo of Olinsky, and if he appears under surveillance..."

Before he finished speaking, his phone vibrated violently.

"I was at the Underground Ink Tattoo Shop and saw a man with medium black hair getting out of the car carrying a medical bag."

Turning on the hands-free, Olinsky's voice continued: "Do you think this person is here to be alone?"

"I'll send you the photo later, and you ask Jean to search it in the database to see if there is any criminal record."

Looking at the photos on the whiteboard, Antonio asked hurriedly:

"Is there a red spot the size of a fingernail on your forehead?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

Olinsky's voice became surprised, but he lowered his voice and said quickly: "Another SUV drove up and saw the person in the cab, Sean Collins!!!"

"We'll leave immediately."

After hearing Olinsky's words, Antonio immediately hung up the phone: "Gene, notify Hank, inform the patrolman, quickly!!!"

The three of them rushed downstairs quickly.

The wheels were spinning wildly, and the three cars were speeding through the busy traffic.

Not to mention disembowelment, those condoms have the potential to break, and every minute every night is one more risk.

As I approached the Underground Ink Tattoo Parlor, I heard the drone of police sirens in the distance.

"Pop."

After the two gunshots, screams rang out and passers-by ran.

The wheels rubbed wildly, and after drifting rapidly, a patrol vehicle parked in the middle of the road appeared at the end of the street.

Not far from Ethan, two people were running desperately, one behind the other.

A policewoman with a ponytail was chasing a white man into an alley.

"Sean Collins."

Ethan slammed on the accelerator, sending the Chevy onto the pavement.

Burgess and Atwater were on patrol when they suddenly received a message from the dispatch console:

"At the end of the break, I found a person involved in the case hiding in the underground ink tattoo shop. I rushed over to provide support."

"receive."

The two looked at each other, and Atwater quickly turned the steering wheel and drove towards the crime scene.

As soon as I arrived at the place, I saw a man rushing out of the back door and running wildly.

"parking!"

Before the car could stop, Burgess hurried after the fleeing man.

Just as Atwater was about to follow him, another person rushed out of the back door and fired twice at the place where he ran out.

"Chicago police!"

He had no choice but to yell and chase after the person who ran out from behind.

"Stop it now."

Burgess ran quickly, holding a gun in one hand and yelling at the man in front of her: "Or I'll shoot."

The man's figure flashed and disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

She quickly chased after him, and as soon as she turned the corner, a black shadow rushed forward.

"Bang!"

Burgess was knocked over and the two fell to the ground, rolling twice.

The hand holding the Glock was held firmly.

There was a flash of cold light, and a dagger appeared in the man's hand.

The man's eyes showed a fierce look and he stabbed her hard.

With her other hand, she held the man's arm with all her strength, and the tip of the knife trembled back and forth a few centimeters from her face.

"Help!" Burgess yelled in horror.

"boom!"

The hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly exploded.

The dagger was also knocked several meters away, and blood spattered Burgess's face.

"ah!!!"

The man riding on her screamed, holding his blown-out arm, he jumped up suddenly and spun around in a circle.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, his knee exploded, and red blood and white bone debris flew everywhere.

Sean's body twisted and he struggled to stand upright, but his knees hit the concrete floor heavily.

Burgess turned his head sharply, his pupils constricted.

Ethan strode forward, jacket swinging, the Python revolver in his hand continuing to spit fire.

"Bang bang."

Two more consecutive shots hit Sean's body, raising two clouds of blood mist.

In the alley, blood was spattered everywhere. Sean's eyes were frightened and his body was shaking back and forth.

Footsteps approached, and the hot muzzle of the gun pressed gently against his forehead.

"Sean Collins, I sentence you to death!"

Ethan grinned, pulled the trigger suddenly, and the hammer dropped heavily.

"boom!"

Thanks to the late-stage patient who has difficulty getting out of bed for the tip, thank you!