My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"are you sure?"

Eileen asked: "Would you like to take a closer look?"

"Pretty sure."

The firefighter opened his hands and made a gesture: "At that time, the distance between me and the driver was only half a meter."

"Trust me, it's clear."

"Right." Ethan remembered something:

"Regarding the criminals Dr. Elliott has testified against, should we look for photos of those recently released? Maybe the driver is among them."

"good idea."

This is also a direction. Hank immediately waved his hand and said: "Irene, I leave it to you."

"no problem."

Erin led the firefighter out of the observation room again.

In the interrogation room, after Nick wrote down his whereabouts, he crossed his legs triumphantly.

Taking the information he provided, Antonio came to the interrogation room.

"If he can provide a sufficient alibi."

Antonio patted the record book, shrugged and said, "Then Nick is the luckiest defendant in the criminal history of Illinois."

"I need you to verify this." Hank shook his head and looked at Nick who was rumbling inside:

"I have a feeling he's not the murderer."

"Could it be that he paid for the murder?" Rusek asked.

"Won't."

Hank made his own judgment: "Nick is the kind of person who takes business to kill people, not the other way around."

Nick's suspicion was quickly eliminated.

As Antonio said, he is a lucky guy.

I made several phone calls without any problems.

When Dr. Elliot died, Nick was visiting his mother in a nursing home in Milwaukee.

The other party sent over the signature of the visit and the surveillance video of the visit. The proof of alibi is clear.

"I've got it done here."

Erin walked to the tea room with a stack of photos. She raised her arms and crossed her fingers: "We have found all the photos of those who were recently released. I hope we are lucky."

The firefighters rested in the tea room. This kind of data just released from prison is very easy to collect and does not need to wait for too long.

After a while, Erin strode out holding a photo:

"Tony Johnston."

She posted the photo on the whiteboard: "This is the fugitive driver we're looking for."

After posting the photos, she quickly returned to her seat. The files were all ready.

After looking at the bald white man posted on the whiteboard, everyone gathered around Irene's computer.

"Tony Johnston, Yankee gang member."

Erin looked at the screen and quickly read out the information about the bald man: "Johnston was sentenced for multiple rape cases."

"Bailed two weeks ago and is currently awaiting appeal."

"Here's his address, and there's an auto body shop in his name."

"Yankee gang?" Ethan looked at Antonio.

"This is a gang that grew out of prison."

Antonio continued to explain: "The people inside are all white supremacists."

"Inform the patrol officer and go to Johnston's address to keep an eye on him." Hank waved:

"Everyone set off and headed to the garage."

Since this was Sumner's first operation in the Intelligence Group, Hank arranged for her to be paired with Ethan in order to take care of her.

After starting the Ford Interceptor, the interior of the car felt a little dull, and Ethan casually pressed the CD player.

Paul McCartney's song broke the awkward atmosphere.

"You are really different from ordinary people."

Sumner smiled softly: "The music of the Beatles belongs to the craze of my grandma's generation."

Things had already happened, so she looked away.

There is no need for adults to compete with each other on their skills.

“Music never goes out of style.”

Ethan tapped the steering wheel following the rhythm of the music: "It depends on what mood you are in when listening to it. I think it just needs to make people feel comfortable."

"By the way, there are some things I don't know whether I should say or not."

"you say."

The soothing guitar sound sounded, and Sumner looked at the cars passing by outside and listened to Paul singing leisurely.

"Sorry, I'm not a stalker."

Ethan glanced at her with the corner of his eye: "It's just that when I was downstairs this morning, I happened to see your boyfriend going out."

"Then he was seen at the scene of Lonnie's crime."

Sumner said nothing and continued to look out the window.

"Just out of curiosity, I looked up this person's information."

Ethan scratched his eyebrows: "Edwin Stillwell, he is actually married."

If it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother to care about such nonsense.

It was also out of curiosity about who Hank was dealing with that he went to look up the information about Edwin Stillwell, an official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

You won’t know if you don’t check, but you’ll be shocked if you check.

Sumner's boyfriend is actually married and has a child.

We are all friends who have had in-depth exchanges with each other, and Ethan feels that he needs to remind her.

"I know."

The music continued, and Sumner changed the lyrics slightly, and sang softly along with Paul bitterly:

"Love is not an easy game to play."

After she stopped singing, her face became serious: "Promise me not to tell me about this matter again."

"no problem."

Ethan made a received gesture.

Now that the other party is aware of it and has chosen to do so, he has nothing to say.

Everyone does stupid things sometimes, as long as they can bear the consequences.

Soon they arrived at the auto repair shop and everyone stopped their cars.

There is a large yard in front. Through the iron gate, you can see various damaged and rusted vehicles parked everywhere in the yard.

Further inside, there is a one-story warehouse of one to two hundred square meters.

Bulletproof vests had been put on in advance, and a group of people quickly approached the iron gate.

"let me."

Olinsky put down the crowbar on his shoulder and was about to step forward.

"Need not."

Ethan put his hand on the iron door and pressed it lightly.

There was a soft creaking sound, and the iron gate was pushed halfway open. It was only ajar, not closed.

He took his hand back and rubbed his fingers quickly, turning them bright red:

"careful."

He noticed just now that there were a few drops of blood on it.

Seeing the blood on Ethan's hands, everyone cheered up and quickly approached the warehouse along the abandoned vehicles.

Ignoring the rolling shutter in front, they walked around to the side and found a side door with an iron sheet covering the door panel.

Lucek pressed the side door just like Ethan did just now, but it didn't move at all.

The pressing turned into smashing, and his fist hit the door panel hard:

"Chicago police."

"Let me do it." It was Sumner, and she stepped forward with a shotgun.

"Wait." Lucek quickly stopped her:

"What kind of bullets are they loaded with?"

"Don't worry, it's a door-breaking bullet." Sumner raised the handle of the gun and pointed the muzzle at the door lock: "Get out of the way."

Seeing her resolute look, Ethan raised his eyebrows at Hank.

Everyone took two steps back, and Sumner pulled the trigger hard.

"Boom!"

The door lock position instantly turned into a hole.

Parts fell inside and made a pinging sound.

Sumner immediately lowered his gun and took a few steps back. Rusek quickly followed and kicked the iron door hard.

"Bang~"

The side door still didn't move at all. Rusek didn't expect this and his feet slipped.

Ethan pulled him up and avoided making a fool of himself in public.

"There should be other deadbolts."

Seeing this, Sumner quickly pumped the shotgun at the hinge of the door and fired two more shots.

"let's go."

Ethan patted Rusek on the back and pushed him forward.

This time Rusek lived up to expectations and knocked down the door directly with his shoulder.