My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Isn't that right? I think you should know very well."

Ethan took the phone back, curled his lips and said, "I admire Ba Zhao very much now. He can do anything for his own freedom."

"That's right, he's still young."

"Go back to Colombia, find a few more women, and have as many children as you want."

"Shut up!"

The brown-haired woman exploded with emotion and yelled angrily: "You don't understand!!!"

"You don't understand." She repeated her words again, but her voice suddenly dropped and her body trembled: "Fuck Fake."

"Catch him. Go and catch that mother-in-law Fake."

"Please believe me." Eileen saw her collapse and stepped forward to hold her hand: "We also want to catch Ba Zhao. He has killed too many people for himself, but now we There are no clues."

"If you remember anything, anything."

Erin stared at her and said seriously: "You have to say anything that can help us."

The brown-haired woman breathed heavily and her mind kept turning.

Ba Zhao had been imprisoned for several months. He even had two able-bodied gardeners, so how could he know what his escape plan was.

"Slavs."

She thought of something and quickly raised her head and said angrily: "I'm running away from here today. After Ba Zhao got in the car, the first thing he did was to make a phone call."

"But I couldn't understand what he said, only that it was Slavic."

Several people looked at each other and then walked out of the interrogation room. This was also a person who was being used. It was impossible for Ba Zhao to tell her about his escape plan.

Returning the Glock to Hank, Ethan scratched his chin:

"Slavic speaking, how are the relations between Colombians and Slavs in Chicago?"

"not so good."

Hank put away his pistol and walked forward: "However, it is also a clue worth following up."

"Now we will sort out the information we have on hand and check where Ba Zhao and the Slavs have interacted."

Arriving at the Chase Room, Sumner was packing his things.

She had a sullen face and was in a very low mood.

Leaving the intelligence team in this way was something she never expected.

"Hey."

Ethan looked at Hank who walked into the office and held Sumner's arm: "Don't worry, I'll have a chat with him. There might be some misunderstanding."

"No."

Sumner smiled reluctantly: "This has nothing to do with misunderstanding."

"After something like this happened, it would be meaningless for me to continue to stay in the intelligence team, and I wouldn't feel happy."

Ethan scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

It can be said that Hank gave Sumner the notice just now in front of the entire team.

Sumner was right, even if Hank changed his mind and she continued to stay, the two of them would become estranged, so it would be better to get together and break up.

"This thing is the information I found about Ba Zhao."

She pulled out a folder from the paper box and handed it to Ethan: "I have no chance. Please take the time to look at it. Maybe there will be useful clues."

"Promise me to find that bastard and avenge Antonio."

"Most definitely."

Ethan took the folder and nodded heavily.

Sumner patted the table gently, hugged Ethan again, and said with a smile:

"I am leaving."

"Hey." Erin also walked over quickly and stretched out her hand to Sumner: "You are a good detective. I am really sorry about what is happening now."

"You will definitely make a difference somewhere else."

"Thanks."

Sumner shook her hand and said, "You're a good cop, too."

Rusek and Horsted also came over one after another and said some words of courtesy and encouragement.

After all, we have worked together for a while, and the efforts of the other party are obvious to all.

Sumner took one last look at the Sheriff's Office, picked up the cardboard box containing his personal belongings, and walked downstairs without looking back.

…

Big city, big police department.

It is not a strange thing for personnel to change. Others take it for granted and continue to be busy with their work.

Ethan looked at the empty desk and let out a heavy breath.

"Let's talk?"

He opened the door and walked into the Sheriff's Office, took a cigarette and sat down on the chair.

"Is it about Sumner?"

Of course, Hank also noticed what was happening outside. He lit up a cigarette and said bluntly: "She is a mole, someone sent here by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"She was the one who notified the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the last bank robbery."

"It's not her." Ethan shook his head: "I asked her, and Sumner said she had never done this."

"That's her."

Hank flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said firmly: "I asked Gene to check her. During this period, she had many phone calls with Edwin, and the conversation lasted a long time. This is very abnormal."

"At first, I thought she was just someone introduced by Edwin."

"Now it seems that she is the Ministry of Internal Affairs' nail in the intelligence team, so she must leave, otherwise everyone will be in trouble in the future."

"Do you remember who Edwin is?"

"Of course." Ethan nodded silently.

How could he not know it clearly? That was Sumner's boyfriend and Hank's enemy.

I can explain the call record to Hank.

But what's the point? If Hank knew that Sumner was Edwin's little lover, he would probably be even more intolerant of her.

Now that the matter is over, there is no need to mention some things again.

Sumner probably didn't like telling her story, she was a very strong woman.

Smoking a cigarette, Ethan directly looked through the information Sumner left for him in the Sheriff's Office. When he turned to the next page, his movements stopped.

He raised his head and looked at Hank:

"You just said that the relationship between the Slavs and the Colombians like Octopus is not good?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Hank nodded and replied: "These two groups of ethnic groups have disputes in the exclusive product market, and they fight more fiercely."

"That definitely does not include this person named Schnetnovsky." Ethan looked at the information above:

"This name must be Slavic."

"It shows here that this guy used his nightclub as collateral to apply for bail for Ba Zhao."

"No way, he was never released on bail."

Hank took the folder, frowned and said, "Ba Zhao's bail is one million dollars. He needs clean money, and these traffickers can't afford it."

"So it didn't work out, this Schnetnovsky nightclub isn't worth a million."

Ethan's eyes lit up and he continued:

"Could this Slav be the person Ba Zhao contacted after he escaped from prison?"

"have no idea."

Hank closed the folder and patted it excitedly: "This is exactly what we need to know. Who found this thing? It is very useful."

"Sumner."

Ethan sniffed and put out the cigarette butt.

"She's a good detective."

Hank had a complicated expression and took a deep breath from his cigarette.

Information about Schnetnovsky was quickly found.

This is a newly emerging Slavic gang, and he is also the leader of this gang.

You don’t even need to look up the address, it’s just displayed on the profile.

The group of people quickly dispatched, but at this time, there was one less person in their team, and they became a team of six people.

Ten minutes later, we arrived near the Slavic gang nightclub.

Everyone had already dressed up. After arriving at the place, they immediately split up. Ethan, Olinsky, and Rusek rushed behind from the alley next to them.

Hank and the other two people stayed in the car, looking coldly at the yawning minions standing in the distance.

"Bang."

Rusek swooped down and knocked the Slav squatting at the back door smoking to the ground.

I thought I could subdue him quickly, but the other party reacted quickly.

The two were about to grapple together when the black barrel of the gun was pressed against the Slav's head.

It doesn't matter whether the other party can understand what's being said here. Basically everyone around the world knows about the gun barrel.

The strong Slav quickly raised his hands.

"The back door is done."

Olinsky stood behind and watched the young man work easily. He pressed the intercom: "You can start at any time. By the way, now that Sumner is gone, should we consider finding a new person."

"I already have someone chosen."

Hank's voice sounded: "In thirty seconds, start taking action."

"Newcomer?" Rusek excitedly pressed the man's head on the ground: "Haha, that means I'm no longer a rookie."

"Shhh."

Ethan slapped him on the head lightly: "Keep your voice down, newcomer."

"I know." Rusek put the handcuffs on the Slav resentfully and whispered: "You only joined the intelligence team one day earlier than me, but I am the only newcomer."

Olinsky handed the breaking hammer to Rusek and held the pistol:

"do you have any opinion?"

"No!"

Looking at Ethan's half-smiling face next to him, Rusek shuddered.

"Bang."

The countdown ended and Rusek swung the hammer hard.

"Chicago police."

Ethan shouted and rushed in.

There were five or six Slavs in this small nightclub. When they heard the noise, they all rushed to the side.

"Da da da."

He immediately fired half of the bullets out, and the wooden floor crackled and exploded.

This movement scared most people to the spot.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to touch it." Ethan pointed the gun at a long-haired man. This guy reacted the fastest and almost touched the submachine gun placed on the bar.

On the other side, a man grabbed a backpack and ran toward the front door.

Hank strode in and knocked the man down with one shot.

People from behind caught up one after another and quickly controlled the people inside.

"Get down on the ground."

Rusek yelled at those people, but there was no response.

"Go down, go down."

In desperation, he had no choice but to point hard at the floor and repeat simple words in his mouth.

"Bang~"

When Horsted came up, he knew that these people didn't understand. He used his toes to push the people down and pushed them to the ground.

Actions speak louder than any words, and others also lay down one after another.

The long-haired man who rushed to the bar was also carried aside by Ethan, and Olinsky handcuffed him.

There was a row of firearms on the bar.

There are both good and bad guys, and there are many gleaming cold weapons.

In the middle of the dance floor of this small nightclub, there is a long table with white powder and dispensing tools.

"It's safe in the back."

Erin walked quickly from the small room next to her and threw a large bag of things on the table: "There is more cocoa powder in it, and I didn't see the eight claws."

"Call the patrol officers to come over and deal with it." Hank waved his arm: "We don't have time to do this. We need to speed up the interrogation."

A simple visual inspection shows that there are more than ten pounds of cocoa powder here.

Normally, this would be a modest harvest.

But they have no interest in these things now, and the most important thing is to ask for news about Ba Zhao.

"knew."

Erin nodded, pressed the intercom, and walked to the side.

In the garage, Ethan looked at the ground and saw that the blood stains left by Baiden had been cleaned up.

But there is still a faint smell of blood in the air.

He raised the photo in his hand and walked to the iron cage. Inside the small cage, seven tall Slavs were squeezed.

"which one?"

Rusek opened the iron cage and glanced back and forth, almost like selecting goods.

Coincidentally, Schnetnovsky was the long-haired man who almost collapsed himself. This guy was sitting on the bench inside, and the other six people were standing or squatting.

He was put in a cage, and he was still acting like the boss here.

"you."

Ethan stretched out his finger, pointed at Schnetnovsky and hooked his finger.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the words, as long as you can read the gestures.

Schnetnovsky looked left and right, then walked out of the cage with a sullen face.

"Davari." Ethan patted his face:

"Tell me, where is Octopus?"

BaZhao is a nickname, and it sounds a bit like the pronunciation of Bubble. Ethan doesn't believe he doesn't understand it.

Schnetnovsky babbled a series of words, ending with Sukka.

"Bang."

The fist landed on the Slav's slightly protruding belly like lightning, causing him to hold his belly with his hands and fall to his knees in pain.

"Hey."

Erin spread her hands: "What did he say?"

"have no idea."

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, and he grabbed Schnetnovsky again.

"I don't know!" Eileen rolled her eyes: "Then why did you hit him?"

"I'll make a bet with you."

Ethan pinched Schnetnovsky's face and looked at him coldly: "This bastard must have been swearing just now. He was bullying us because we don't understand."

"You are really nothing. I still call you Davari. You don't deserve it."

"guys."

Gene walked out of the technical room, holding a computer in his hand: "I have cracked the password on the computer you brought back from the nightclub. There are many emails on it, but they are all in Slavic and I can't understand them."

"damn it."

Erin grabbed her bulletproof vest and cursed under her breath.

"What are the chances that Pratt will help us find another person who can speak Slavic?" Rusek shrugged and looked at Hank helplessly.

"Don't bother her."

Hank took out his cell phone: "I know someone who can speak Slavic. Bring this guy up first."

"OK."

Ethan nodded, and together with Erin, took Schnetnovsky upstairs.

When the two came out of the interrogation room, Hank's friend had already come to the Chase Room. He was a black-haired man. He was sitting on the vacated table and looking through emails on the computer.

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