My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town
Chapter 548 Living Bandits
Ethan's eyes twitched when he saw the newly cleaned vehicle looking like this.
Without bothering to say hello to Ian, he shouted at the black-haired boy:
"Hey!"
"Mom, Fake, stop right there."
This shout attracted the attention of several people present.
Ian turned his head and found that it was Ethan. He was surprised but also a little panicked.
Just because the black-haired boy stopped when he heard Ethan's shout, threw the cardboard box in his hand to the ground, and turned around angrily.
He glanced at Ethan, moved his neck and walked back:
"What the hell were you talking about just now?"
"Mitch, don't be angry."
Ian quickly stood in front of Ethan and waved his hands.
He kept telling the white boy, who had a dirty face and looked like he was being dragged down, to calm down:
"This is my friend, please, don't do this."
"your friend?"
Mickey looked at Ian first, and then looked Ethan up and down: "Hey, idiot, what did you just call me?"
"I told your mother to mess with Falk."
Pushing Ian aside, Ethan stepped forward: "Do you have any opinions?"
"Fakeyu."
Mickey cursed angrily, immediately reached into his pocket, took out a sharp finger tiger and put it on his hand.
He strode over and said, "I'll let you know if I have any objections."
"Hey hey hey hey~" Ethan waved one hand, signaling him to give up this stupid approach.
Seeing his reaction, Mickey waved his fist in disdain.
"Uh-huh!"
The python's revolver whipped out and pointed straight at the white boy's head.
Seeing the huge muzzle of the gun, Mickey's feet weakened.
"Hey hey hey hey hey!"
He quickly raised his hands and made meaningless sounds from his mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey." Ethan smiled and kept pressing the pistol down.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey." Mickey squatted down in a panic, not daring to make any movement, and kept cooperating unconsciously with his mouth.
The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, and the hand holding the gun thrust forward:
"boom."
Just one sound from his mouth scared Mickey to sit on the ground.
"Hey, Ethan don't want it."
Ian looked over in shock. He never thought that Ethan would be carrying a gun.
But Mickey was his neighbor after all, so he tried to dissuade him anxiously.
After blinking at Ian, Ethan lifted his clothes to the person sitting on the ground and showed his police badge: "You are Mickey, right?"
"First, damage the police car."
He pointed to the vehicle next to him and nodded to himself: "If you try to attack the police with a weapon again, you are very brave."
"I could shoot you right now, what do you think?"
"Shet!"
Before Mickey could speak, Ian asked in shock: "Are you a cop?"
"Please, we are friends, aren't we?"
Ethan smiled at Ian and said, "Just don't call me a piao, okay?"
The latter sneered and scratched his short red hair.
"What do you want?" Mickey's expression was stiff: "I didn't really attack you."
"That's not important." Ethan gently shook the python revolver: "As long as I feel you are attacking me, that's enough."
"Look at the finger tiger in your hand. Whose words do you think are more trustworthy?"
Mickey sniffed and had no choice but to admit his bad luck: "I am willing to make compensation and give you money to wash the car."
"no."
Ethan said with a straight face: "There are also wages for lost work and mental losses."
"Mental damages?"
Mickey looked at Ethan in surprise, who was frightened now.
"What you did just now scared me." Ethan put his index finger on the trigger:
"I'm very scared right now. I might explode at any time. Do you think I'm mentally damaged?"
"Yes." Mickey Mouse nodded like he was pecking rice:
"I am willing to compensate."
"And these things on the ground were stolen by you, right?" Ethan smiled.
"I only have over three hundred dollars on me."
Mickey felt distressed and took out all the money from his pocket. There was a thick wad of money, mostly one and a half yuan.
"This is because of Ian, otherwise I would have to drag you back to the police station to enjoy yourself." Ethan put away the python and waved his hand to drive it away:
"Put the money down and get out!"
Mickey breathed a sigh of relief, got up on his hands and knees, and ran quickly to the corner of the street.
I was really unlucky today, I met a living bandit.
Looking at his retreating back, Ethan smiled and looked at Ian standing aside: "Can you please help me get it?"
People were coming and going here, and many people stopped to watch when something like this happened.
Of course, he couldn't take the money in public, he could only trouble Ian.
"no problem."
Ian nodded and quickly stepped forward to pick up the money Mickey dropped on the ground.
Thinking of Mickey's appearance just now, he felt secretly happy. He was a little bully in the neighborhood, but he didn't expect to be treated submissively.
Ethan looked at the guy who had been standing far away just now. He was an Arab. He looked to be in his thirties and looked timid.
He noticed Ethan's gaze and quickly put on a smile.
"This is the shopkeeper."
Ian came over: "I work here part-time."
Pushing open the glass door, several people walked inside together, and it was only now that Ethan took the change.
"Are you a police officer?"
Ian walked behind the cashier and asked excitedly: "Why haven't I heard you mention it? Does Fiona know?"
"Yes, this is just a job, nothing to be surprised about."
Ethan shrugged: "Of course she knows, by the way, how much was the one that was robbed just now?"
"Thirty is enough."
Ian spread his hands and glanced at the shopkeeper who walked behind: "It's okay if you don't give it to me. You didn't steal it anyway."
"This is all Mickey's doing."
"Who is he?" Ethan pointed at the Arab.
"No way, that's just his character."
Ian sighed: "You're too weak, you won't be able to survive in the South District."
"Snapped!"
Ethan counted out thirty dollars and pressed it on the cashier:
"In that case, with the money, I can treat you to pizza tonight!"
"Very good!"
Ian put away the money unceremoniously: "Karl will be very happy. Do you want to come with me tonight?"
"There shouldn't be anything we can do."
Ethan shook his head and patted the police badge on his waist: "You understand."
"receive."
Ian raised his hands, the freckles on his face dancing: "Police work."
It's still working hours, so it's not good to sneak away for too long.
Ethan picked up a plastic basket and walked to the shelf next to it. When he saw the snacks he wanted to eat, he threw them in it.
Just like today, I haven’t eaten lunch yet.
Sometimes, you have to rely on these things to support you.
Carrying a basket full of things, I returned to the checkout counter and settled almost two hundred US dollars. Washing the car would cost more than twenty dollars, which can only be regarded as a small profit.
However, there is no such thing as too little free stuff. After saying goodbye to Ian, he drove away from this small store.
Wash the car and return to the police station.
As soon as I got to the second floor, I saw a few people who had returned before gathering together to discuss something.
"You came back just in time."
Hank saw him appearing and said quickly: "I was just going to call you. We are going to Rosemont."
"ah?"
Ethan shrugged in confusion, digging into the ice cream with the spoon in his hand.
"Jacob Sims."
Antonio explained: "This man is one of the leaders of the Yankee gang."
"Eileen and Sumner have spoken to attorney Tony Johnston about the latest clue that Sims has been using that body shop for the black car trade while Johnston was in prison."
"After Johnston was released from prison, the two had conflicts over issues of interest."
"Following a tip from Rosemont police, Sims' whereabouts were discovered at the local fairgrounds."
"Exhibition?"
Ethan interrupted: "What exhibition?"
Several people on the opposite side looked at each other, Rusek frowned and said: "Gun show."
"Waterfa?"
A scene of a crowd of people suddenly appeared in Ethan's mind, and everyone had a gun on their shoulders.
"That's right." Rusek also shook his head:
"That's Walter."
"Wait a minute."
Ethan inserted the spoon back into the ice cream box and asked:
"How did Johnston's attorney know this, and what connection did Sims have to the dismembered Dr. Elliott?"
"Why did he kill Johnston?"
"This is a lawyer." Hank spread his hands and said, "As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do."
"Who knows what legal services she provided to Johnston."
"That's right."
The others nodded in agreement.
"As for Sims," Hank continued: "The most recent call on Johnston's cell phone has been verified to be Sims' number."
"The other two questions we need to find the answers to are in Sims."
"Okay, let's go then."
Ethan ate the few remaining bites of ice cream, and the empty box made a parabola and fell into the trash can.
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