My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Good job." Hank patted Gene's arm.

He looked at everyone: "Now we need to talk to Mrs. Elliot."

Communicating with the family of the deceased is something no one wants to do.

The emotions of collapse, sadness, and despair are not something everyone is willing to bear.

Looking at the photo, Dr. Elliot is at least sixty years old. Not surprisingly, his wife is also about the same age.

Thinking of this, everyone present retreated.

Ethan, Orlinsky and Antonio all looked uninterested.

Rusek wanted to learn more experience, and his eyes were eager to try.

Hank himself didn't want to communicate, let alone bring a bottle of oil.

He set his sights on Irene and Sumner. Female police detectives were often better able to calm down the emotions of the victims' families in such matters.

But now, because something happened to her partner, Irene's mood was not right and she couldn't count on her.

After some calculation, Hank made up his mind.

"How about it?"

He walked to a table, reached out and knocked on it: "Are you interested in taking a look?"

Sumner never expected that Hank would arrange a mission for him, so just now he was busy with his own affairs with his head down as before.

She didn't know she was talking to her until there was a knock on the table.

She quickly stood up and nodded quickly:

"certainly."

"Then let's go."

Hank didn't waste any time and went straight downstairs.

Picking up her coat and seeing Ethan smiling encouragingly at her, Sumner left in a panic.

That's what he said, but everything about last night is not so easy to forget.

When they left, Gene came to Ethan.

While he was chatting, he quietly pulled out a document from his coat.

Ethan reached out and took it, holding it on his leg calmly.

The two continued to talk about DNA testing, and after a while, Gene left.

After ten minutes, Ethan closed the game.

Putting the folder in his arms, he grabbed the cigarette case and headed to the balcony of the tea room.

He lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes under the warm sunshine to read through it, which was nothing more than the examination report of the deceased and some confessions from Lonnie's family and friends.

It seemed like an ordinary murder case.

Just because it involved a police detective, it seemed extraordinary.

After looking at it for a while, I couldn't figure out why.

He closed the case file, took out his cell phone, and sent a text message.

There is no need to let too many people know about this matter. After all, Gene is taking a big risk by stealing case file information from other departments.

Soon, Antonio pushed open the balcony door.

He pulled out a chair and sat down: "Is there something that we can't talk about inside?"

"This thing."

Ethan knocked on the case file and pushed it forward: "Leave it to Halstead, be careful."

The other party is the person with the best relationship with Horsted in the intelligence team.

Leave the things to him and feel at ease.

"This is it?" Antonio took the case file doubtfully and opened it.

After casually flipping through two pages, he closed them abruptly.

"Do not ask."

Facing Antonio's surprised gaze, Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke: "Don't let others find out."

"Thanks!"

Antonio nodded heavily and solemnly stuffed the case file into his arms.

He had just asked for favors and connections to try to find out information about the case, but he had made several phone calls to no avail.

Unexpectedly, this thing that made me so anxious would suddenly appear in front of me.

"Don't say that."

Ethan stretched out his hand to him: "We are all partners in the same department."

Antonio pursed his lips, and the two fist bumped hard.

Lone Yin does not give birth, Lone Sun does not grow.

If there are people like Hank and himself in the intelligence team, then sooner or later this business will become corrupt.

Police officers full of justice like Antonio and Horsted are also needed. Taken together, the vitality appears to be more vigorous.

The phone vibrated and Ethan pressed to answer.

Hank's voice sounded: "Nicholas Djolovic, nicknamed DJ Nick."

"He is suspected of murder. The trial is tomorrow. In this case, Dr. Elliott is the most important witness."

Ethan quickly walked to the whiteboard and wrote the name:

"In other words, DJ Nick is the biggest beneficiary after Dr. Elliot's death?"

"As of now." Hank said solemnly on the other side of the phone:

"You're right."

The timing was perfect and the motive for the crime was very obvious.

From the perspective of interests, we can often find a breakthrough.

"Okay." Ethan nodded:

"I understand, I'll go and bring this DJ Nick back later."

As soon as he hung up the phone, several people's cell phones started ringing in the Chase Room, and Hank sent a photo of DJ Nick.

He has short blond hair and a beard.

There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"found it."

Erin has retrieved this person based on the name Ethan wrote on the whiteboard.

She looked at her computer screen and said, "Nicolas Djolovich has a history of violent crimes."

"He is now suspected of murder and has been released on bail after paying a huge deposit."

Hank had already sent his name to Gene, and soon found out that DJ Nick was checking in at a hotel in the city.

The few remaining members of the intelligence team quickly dispatched.

After showing their police badges at the hotel front desk and asking for the room number, everyone took the elevator to the third floor.

Looking at this familiar floor, Ethan scratched his head.

Follow the corridor and step on the thick carpet to a room in the corner.

Through the door, you can hear the loud music inside.

"Bang bang bang!"

Antonio punched the door hard: "CPD, open the door."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

"Chicago police."

Erin slammed the door again: "Djorovic, open the door!"

Since the other party had serious suspicions, Ethan and Rusek held their guns with one hand and stood behind on guard.

Orlinsky looked at the corridor warily, not ruling out that DJ Nick had other accomplices.

The music was still playing inside, and the door was unresponsive.

"Ah~~~"

A scream rang out through the door.

The expressions of the people outside changed, and Antonio quickly moved away.

Ethan instantly understood what he meant, rushed forward, and kicked the door lock.

"Bang!"

The door frame cracked and the door flew back.

Loud music rushed out and hit them directly.

A group of people took out their pistols and rushed in quickly.

"I bought it!"

Rushing into the living room and seeing what happened in front of him, Rusek was so surprised that his eyes nearly popped out.

Inside the room, a carnival party was being held.

Bottles were falling everywhere, and DJ Nick stood on the table in the living room, twisting and turning to the music.

The dance is enchanting and free and easy.

He only wore a leather collar around his neck.

Behind the collar, a long leather rope was dragged, and the rope was held in the hand of a naked blonde beauty.

There are also two sexy girls dancing on the table, a black pearl and a Latin girl.

They all had large pieces of cake patted on their bodies.

This scene is so eye-catching, and it’s really too irritating to the eyes.

Ethan and Rusek watched with interest, with smiles on their faces.

Antonio and Orlinsky's eyes dodge, showing a sense of betrayal that they want to see but are embarrassed at the same time.

Erin turned her gaze to the side and rolled her eyes when she saw the looks of them.

"Ah~~~"

Another scream sounded, but this time it was of panic.

The blonde who was holding the rope finally noticed several gunmen appearing in the house, and she hurriedly let go.

This panicked scream also attracted the attention of the other two girls.

They were all stunned and stood stiffly.

DJ Nick arched twice in the mountain peak, found that there was no movement, and quickly raised his head.

He wiped the cake from his eyelids in confusion, and when he saw several people with pistols appearing in the living room, his scalp suddenly went numb.

He subconsciously pushed the woman in front of him hard, jumped off the table quickly, and ran towards the balcony.

The Latina girl was pushed back by DJ Nick, her arms desperately grabbing the air.

Her eyes were horrified, and she looked at the ground close at hand.

Ethan reacted quickly, kneeling forward and spreading his arms.

"Snapped."

The mountain took the cake and hit him hard in the face.