My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Not long after, Hank arrived at the garage.

Gene poked his head inside, Ethan waved to him, and then walked out with Hank: "Where?"

"Harrison Park Community." Hank said in a hurry.

The two cars drove quickly and soon arrived at an outdoor sports venue in the Harrison Park community.

It's completely white here, and you can see patrol cars parked in the middle of the football field from a distance.

The vehicle approached and Ethan slowly applied the brakes.

"Crunch, crunch."

The boots made a sweet sound on the snow.

"Sheriff, detective."

Atwater wrapped his coat tightly and walked over. He exhaled white mist and said, "It's right here. I think it has something to do with the case this morning."

"bump."

Closing the car door, Ethan strode over.

Right next to the patrol car, four corpses were placed back to back, like a cross.

Their feet were all wrapped with tape.

His head was swaying around, with bullet holes all over his head.

The blood has stopped flowing, and it seems that it has been here for some time.

There was a long drag mark next to it. The snow was stained with blood and turned pink, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The looks of these people are so unique, and this is the first time for Ethan to see them.

He took out his mobile phone, took photos of several gang members, resisted the urge to post them on Facebook, and then looked at Atwater:

"Why do you think it's related to the case this morning?"

"It can be seen from the marks on the ground that they were killed nearby and then dragged here."

Atwater tapped his finger: "I know these two people."

"They're from the Latin Priest Gang."

"It must have been done by people from the Monarch Gang." Hank nodded and said with a straight face, "They are trying to avenge Russell."

"We need to move faster."

"Gang conflicts cannot be allowed to turn into gang wars."

If you hit me one, I will kill four of you.

If the Latin Priest gang is tough enough, it can easily escalate into a full-scale conflict, and things will be even more difficult to end.

Seeing the strange patrolman standing next to Atwater, Ethan pulled him to his side:

"Have you changed your partner?"

"temporary."

Atwater stomped his foot coldly: "Rusek called Burgess away, saying that the intelligence team needed her for something, didn't he?"

"Oh, that's right."

Ethan didn't know what Rusek was doing, but at this time, he couldn't dismantle him and could only nod.

"let's go!"

Hank glanced at Ethan and then said to Atwater:

"You wait for the follow-up personnel to handle it, and at the same time check whether anyone saw what happened."

The two patrolmen nodded and could only stay here to endure the suffering of the cold wind.

"I have something to tell you."

The two walked to the car and Ethan stopped Hank: "About Halstead."

"What's up with him?"

Hank took the cigarette and lit it with his hand.

Ethan chewed his cigarette and repeated to Hank what Gene told him.

After hearing what he said, Hank frowned.

"Don't blame Gene." Ethan puffed out smoke: "There are some things he can't avoid."

"But that's good. At least we know what happened."

"idiot."

Hank crushed the cigarette and threw it to the ground: "A complete idiot."

"I've warned him, but he just doesn't listen."

"Rodijer has complained to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, saying that Horsted has been harassing their family during this time."

"This morning, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs warned me and told me to keep an eye on him."

"What should we do now?" Ethan leaned against the car door.

Things have to be prioritized and can only be done step by step.

Hank was also troubled by all these things. He waved helplessly and said:

"Let's settle Lexi's matter first."

Returning to the Chase Room, I saw Burgess.

She changed out of her patrol uniform and put on jeans and a bright red jacket, with a pink satchel hanging around her waist.

But now, there is no time to talk to her.

Ethan quickly came to the printer, printed out all the photos he had just taken, and posted them on the whiteboard.

"Things are going in a direction we don't want to see."

Hank crossed his arms. He glanced at Halstead before continuing:

"Four members of the Latin Priest Gang were shot to death in an execution-style manner."

"The bodies of these people were deliberately placed in this position."

"This is a warning from the Monarch Gang. Anyone who goes against them will not end well."

"Russell, who was shot this morning, was a member of the Monarch Gang."

"We must take some actions to calm this farce."

Antonio came over holding a photo with a solemn expression:

"I went to the hospital just now, and Russell's mother didn't know anything about what he did."

"That poor woman didn't even know her son had joined a gang."

"But she often heard a name from Russell's mouth."

"This man's name is Tamex Pierce."

Antonio pasted the photo onto the whiteboard, showing a menacing black face.

"According to the information I have investigated, Pierce is one of the leaders of the Monarch Gang, and Russell is his low-level brother. It seems that this is Pierce's revenge."

"We'll start here with Pierce." Hank slapped the whiteboard hard:

"Find his whereabouts and bring him back."

"First, they have killed four members of the Latin Priest Gang, and they may know the whereabouts of Karaka."

"Second, even if he doesn't know, we have to warn him and never allow related retaliatory actions to happen again."

Everyone nodded, understanding what he meant.

The next thing to do is to find Pierce.

Hank's eyes fell on Burgess. He would not ignore such a big, living person standing in the main room.

He asked in a deep voice: "What's going on with you?"

Private matters are private matters, and public matters are public matters.

A patrolman changed into civilian clothes and appeared in the intelligence team, but he didn't know it. Hank was a little angry.

Burgess was startled by his look and stammered quickly:

"I'm pretending to be a tourist."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say, so she could only look at Rusek and ask for help.

"I asked her to come up." Rusek stood up quickly:

"According to the information we have so far, the Latin Priest Gang has a very important business."

"They will use white kids to steal smartphones on Michigan Avenue, refurbish them and sell them overseas."

"This is their area of ​​operations from Margaree all the way to Millennium Park."

Rusek looked at everyone, licked his lips and continued:

"I wanted Burgess to pose as a tourist and have her carry a phone with a tracker on it."

"As long as the mobile phone is robbed, by tracking the signal of the mobile phone, we can find the stolen goods den of the Latin Priest Gang, and maybe we can find Karaka's whereabouts."

Everyone nodded, this idea is indeed good.

For the current situation, as long as there is one more way to find Karaka, we should try it.

Hank thought for a while, walked into the office, and said sternly:

"You come in."

The method is good, but it still requires some hard work.

If something happens, it is not a good habit to make decisions without informing them.

Rusek nodded to the uneasy Burgess, saying he was relieved and would take the blame.

He took a few breaths and walked quickly into the Sheriff's Office.