My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"That's awesome. Is she your girlfriend?"

Rusek was extremely envious, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Ethan put his phone in his pocket and continued to play the game: "There are beautiful girls you can introduce to me, the more the better."

The three middle fingers were raised with envy and jealousy.

A few minutes later, Gene hit the Enter key: "Okay, this is the attendee list of the two trade fairs. A total of 45 people attended these two trade fairs at the same time."

"Based on their names, I found the photos of these 45 people in the DMV database and matched them well."

He unplugged the USB flash drive and plugged it into another laptop:

"Take it to that person for identification. I hope we have good luck."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ethan put down the PSP and patted Gene on the shoulder.

If the tracking direction is correct, this can help them quickly locate the target without having to look for a needle in a haystack in the surveillance screen.

"It's a small thing."

Gene snapped his fingers to show that it was a piece of cake.

Antonio picked up the laptop and the three of them walked upstairs together.

He and Ethan came to the interrogation room, where Mitchell was yawning out of boredom.

Seeing them coming in, Mitchell braced himself: "Man, how long do I need to sit here?"

"Until we find someone."

Pulling the chair next to Mitchell, Antonio opened his laptop: "Come on, make yourself useful."

Soon, a photo flashed on the computer screen.

After a while, Mitchell scratched his face and head impatiently: "How many photos are there?"

"Just watch."

Ethan didn’t give him a good look: “Be serious, or should I talk to you alone?”

Facing the person who kicked him over, Mitchell didn't dare to make a mistake.

He rubbed his eyes and concentrated.

"Wait a moment."

After flipping through more than a dozen photos, Mitchell looked excited. He quickly pointed his finger at the screen: "That's the person, he was the one I saw at that time."

"you sure?"

Ethan's finger stopped, and a blond white man appeared on the screen.

It looks like he has the air of a sales elite.

"I swear." Mitchell nodded quickly:

"I just make a living by recognizing people, you can trust me on this."

"Okay." Ethan closed the notebook and walked out of the interrogation room with Antonio.

"Jeffrey Baker."

Ethan tore off the map posted on the whiteboard and posted the photo of the blond white man:

"This person attended trade fairs in New York and Chicago at the same time."

"Jean found his information through the DMV data."

"After Mitchell's identification, it was determined that he was the person he saw in the morning."

"Very good." Hank nodded happily:

He looked around and saw that Rollins and Oddfin were from New York and had no law enforcement authority in Chicago.

Olinsky and Rusek were mainly responsible for undercover investigation work. In desperation, he had no choice but to look at Irene:

"You and Ethan, go find this Jeffrey Baker and bring him back."

If something really happens, I can't stop it, I can only let nature take its course.

Erin nodded and picked up her coat.

As soon as she looked towards Ethan, a bunch of keys flew over.

After hurriedly walking out of the police station, the two got into a Chevrolet SUV and quickly drove to Rittenhouse Square.

At the reception desk of the conference organization, Ethan showed his police badge and quickly got the participant information.

According to the schedule, Baker is attending a trade fair.

Since there was no evidence, the arrest could not be carried out directly, so the two could only wait patiently outside the conference hall.

"By the way, we met on Facebook."

Not long after Erin sat down, something else came up: "You run a technology company. According to your age, this is more convincing."

"Snapped!"

Ethan slapped his forehead hard: "Can't I be a shareholder of an Aboriginal casino?"

"You don't have to do anything to get more than two million dollars a year."

"Let's talk about business with you now." Irene looked at him as if he were a fool: "Who will believe this lie you made up?"

"All right!"

Ethan shook his head and simply cooperated with her, "What else?"

"How's your suit?"

Erin rolled her eyes: "It must look high-end."

"More than ten thousand dollars a set." Ethan shrugged and said, "It shouldn't be too bad!"

"Are you crazy?" Eileen asked in surprise:

"Why did you buy such an expensive suit?"

"Is it expensive?" Ethan raised his hand and glanced at the time, and said nonchalantly: "I'm a millionaire, that's just a small amount of money."

I have to say that this sudden burst of magnanimity really shocked Irene.

After she came to her senses, she nodded with satisfaction:

"We met in Hawaii and it was raining a little. We returned to the hotel and had a candlelight dinner together."

"Is it necessary to be so detailed?"

"Of course, treat it as an undercover mission. The more details are in place, the harder it will be to see through."

"Okay, so what was our first time like?"

"ah?"

"Details!" Ethan raised his eyebrows and looked at Erin:

"What color underwear were you wearing at that time, sexy style or ordinary style? If someone asks, I have to be able to answer it."

"Gah!"

Erin gritted her teeth: "Who would be so bored and want to know this."

"Who knows~"

Ethan smiled at the corners of his eyes: "The more details are in place, the better we can disguise it, isn't it?"

"Do you want me to tell you what position I like?" Erin approached and asked with a smile.

Sensing the danger, Ethan quickly changed the topic:

"No, I was just joking. By the way, where is the engagement ring?"

Irene put down her hands that were ready to move, and looked prepared: "I'll go to the pawn shop to borrow two later. The informants opened them, and they don't cost any money."

As she spoke, she directly grabbed Ethan's hand and estimated its size.

"Bang."

The door of the conference hall next to it opened with a bang, and the people attending the parliament walked out one after another.

When it was time to get down to business, both of them maintained a high degree of professionalism.

They immediately stood up, faced the people who came out, and looked at them quickly.

A minute later, a white man wearing brown trousers and a blue shirt walked out of the conference hall.

His steps were strong and his blond hair was combed to perfection.

He had a standard smile on his face, was tall, and looked energetic and motivated.

Avoiding the flow of people, the two of them walked forward.

"Jeffrey Baker?"

Ethan moved to block his way.

"What's up?"

Baker held his mobile phone in his hand and was busy sending messages.

"Chicago P.D."

Erin lifted the police badge hanging on her belt: "I'm Detective Lindsay, and this is Detective Morgan."

"Some things in your hotel are damaged, and the hotel's internal affairs department has lodged a complaint. Could you please come with us? Thank you!"

Baker sent another text message and then turned off the phone:

"Sorry, as you can see, I'm very busy."

"And I didn't do any damage to any of the hotel's facilities, I promise."

He flashed a very iconic smile, with eight flawless teeth.

"very good!"

Ethan nodded: "I believe you."

"So I guess you wouldn't mind coming back to the police station with us to clarify yourself, right?"

Erin turned sideways and stretched out her arms:

"This way, Mr. Baker."

Facing the two police detectives' eager gazes, Jeffrey Baker pursed his lips.