My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the empty chair in Olinsky's desk, Erin gathered her thoughts.

"At this point, we don't have any clues."

She turned her back to everyone and wrote a name on the whiteboard with a pen: "I communicated with Lexi. She only heard her boyfriend shouting the name of the gunman when he was shot."

"Karaka."

"The name Calaca means skull in Spanish."

Antonio took over her words: "In view of what you just said, I suspect it is someone from the Latin Priest Gang."

"They often give these types of nicknames to their people."

"This is also consistent with the information from the anti-gangster group."

Horsted looked at the intelligence collected by the on-site patrol in his hand, frowned and said: "There are no witnesses nearby, not even surveillance cameras."

"Pop!"

Hank clapped his hands: "No matter what, we have to find this Karaka."

"And get him to plead guilty so Lexie doesn't have to be a witness."

"I have a question."

Ethan raised his hand, attracting everyone’s attention.

"I mean, is this possible?" He touched his nose and said:

"After Karaka is found, if he resists arrest."

This was so straightforward that everyone present understood what he meant.

"cough."

Hank coughed heavily: "A lot of people are watching this case now."

"Okay, let's go get busy."

Ethan turned around and found Sumner standing behind, holding two extra-thick folders in her hands, looking at him in surprise.

"Good morning."

He flashed his white teeth at Sumner: "What's that in your hand?"

"This is a report on all drug-related cases in the Pilsen community in the past year." Sumner gathered her thoughts and raised another folder:

"Here is a list of gun-toting gang members who have been arrested in several nearby communities in the past year."

"If we're lucky enough, maybe we'll find something."

It seemed that she really took what she said into consideration and started to take the initiative to find things to do.

This is also the first step for her to integrate. If she only knows how to complain, no one will pay attention to her.

Eileen cast a surprised look: "How did you do so many documents?"

"Just think of it as my special ability!"

Sumner shrugged and looked at Hank: "What do you think?"

"Do what you want to do." Hank waved his hand, worried that he couldn't find an excuse to send her away.

"The host of the party is in the temporary detention room of the bureau."

Antonio walked downstairs: "I'm going to bring him up and see what he knows."

Ethan returned to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, he saw a box wrapped in gift wrapping paper placed on it.

He picked up the items and opened them doubtfully.

Inside is a bottle of Macallan whiskey, a 12-year-old single barrel, and the price is not cheap.

"Congratulations."

There was also a small card next to it, with two words simply written on it, without a signature.

Picking up the card and smelling it, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar smell.

He calmly put the whiskey and cards into the cabinet and studied possible follow-up directions.

After a while, Antonio came up with someone.

The people in Datong Room quickly walked into the observation room.

After a simple interrogation, everyone looked disappointed.

The man inside had frightened eyes and trembling body. It was obvious that the matter had nothing to do with him.

Ethan suspected that if he went in and asked him where the first field battle took place, the guy would tell him without hesitation.

Antonio walked out of the interrogation room and came to them:

"What do you think?"

Ethan was silent, and Sumner stood in the corner.

Rusek ran away somewhere, and Hank went to explain to the director about the seizure of investigative power.

"This person is just a softie." Eileen shook her head slightly:

"There's no way he's connected to a gang."

Antonio also agreed with her. He stuffed the transcript into his pocket:

"Maybe Russell's mother knows something. I went to the hospital to find out the situation from her."

"Wait a minute." Horsted opened the notebook and said without looking up:

"Why is no one talking about that? Boyette was handcuffed last night. Aren't you curious?"

"Bah!"

Antonio chuckled and put on his jacket.

"What's so funny?" Horsted shrugged: "What do you know?"

"This is normal." Antonio said with a complicated smile on his face: "I have handcuffed him before."

"I mean the kind that you wear with your own hands."

"He gets acquitted easily every time, and this time it's nothing special."

"Waterfa."

This was still a new situation. Ethan asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Business."

Antonio shook his head: "It's not a personal grudge."

A simple sentence clarifies the matter.

"Nothing special?" Horsted was puzzled and said excitedly:

"That's it? Are you saying that laws and regulations don't apply to Hank?"

Not understanding why he was so excited, Antonio shook his head:

"Just do your job and don't ask so many questions."

Horsted clenched his fists and exhaled heavily.

Sumner walked to the observation glass. She was now trying to find a breakthrough. Only by proving her ability could she successfully gain a foothold in the intelligence team.

The others left the observation room, and Ethan walked up to her:

"Thanks."

"How did you know it was me?" Sumner said softly.

“Most of the people I knew in Chicago were invited.”

Ethan looked at her profile. This Latin girl was quite attractive: "Only one person who can enter the main room is not invited. It's not difficult to guess."

Sumner's lips curled up: "Then should I feel sad or honored."

"It's okay, whatever you want."

Ethan looked at the people sitting in the interrogation room and walked out of the observation room.

Not long after I sat down, I received a text message on my phone.

Ethan got up and walked downstairs.

In the technical room, Gene was scratching his head, looking troubled.

"What's wrong?"

Ethan handed him the cigarette, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"call."

After lighting the cigarette, Gene scratched his hair vigorously: "There is one thing that I think someone should know."

"I always had a feeling something was going to go wrong."

"Say." Ethan bit his cigarette.

"Horsted." Gene thought for a while, but decided to say: "He asked me to help investigate a person."

"Lonnie Rodger."

"Have you heard of this man? He was once suspected of molesting and killing a child."

"I know." Ethan said seriously:

"The last time I went to Horsted's house, he mentioned this. The child who was killed was his ex-girlfriend's brother."

"That's it." Gene raised his hands and said:

"At his request, I investigated Lonnie's credit card spending records."

"Records show that just yesterday, Lonnie purchased a two-person tent, gas lamp and moisture-proof mat at a home furnishing chain store."

"camping?"

Ethan curled his lips: "What's so strange about this."

"Hear me out."

Gene shook his head: "And rope and tape."

"Given what happened before, do you still feel normal?"

"What was Horsted's reaction?" Ethan's face became solemn.

"anger."

Gene sighed: "He suspected that Lonnie would do anything to others, and he seemed extremely angry."

"I'm worried about something going to happen to him, that's why."

"I understand." Ethan nodded: "This is indeed a problem. I will let Hank communicate with him."

"Here I am." Gene's face was a little stiff.

"Don't worry, I'll make it clear to Hank."

Ethan patted his shoulder and told him not to worry.

No wonder Horsted looked so excited up there just now.

Dare to be in love was Hank's thing, and it touched his heart. He must have thought of Lonnie who escaped from the law.

If Horsted really wants to take revenge, there is no problem in helping him.

But when he made such a big fuss, things became difficult to operate.

As soon as I walked out of the technical room, my phone rang again:

"where are you?"

"garage."

"I came down now and found four more bodies."

Hank hung up the phone, and Ethan scratched his head.

Why does this thing keep coming?

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