My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Ms. Bowman?"

Hank asked: "Are there any characteristics, or clues worth following up on?"

"how could I know."

Teisel shook his head and waved his hand: "I just heard what he said. He may be Hector's superior, and it may be helpful to you."

I can't even figure out the last name or the first name, so someone can help me.

Or, it's just a nickname.

Ethan curled his lips, and a beautiful image suddenly flashed in his mind.

However, that thought was instantly suppressed by him.

The old friend is most likely far away in Pennsylvania, and given her previous situation, it would be good for her to survive.

And this is a Salvadoran, so it’s impossible to think about it.

It's not like I haven't thought about helping her.

It was very easy to find a job for her at the Chino Casino, but she couldn't find anyone at the time.

Ethan sighed secretly, turned and left.

As the vehicle drove outside, through the rearview mirror, Teisser's blue hat could be seen swaying back and forth.

"How about it, are you interested in visiting his territory?"

Hank's voice sounded from the intercom.

"No problem." Ethan turned the steering wheel and followed Hank to drive to Tessel's territory.

Not only that, but I also visited several surrounding neighborhoods.

Sure enough, something was very wrong. While driving, the old black men on the streets all gave me unkind looks.

It wasn't until he saw that the person inside was a white man that he looked back.

Salvadorans are mostly of mixed descent from Indians and Spaniards. Most of them have tattoos on their bodies and faces. This is their distinctive mark and they are highly recognizable.

Ethan and Hank, obviously not.

Sensing this tense atmosphere, Ethan frowned.

No joke, if an ordinary Salvadorian passes by here, he will most likely be greeted by a few bullets flying from nowhere.

Ethan also knew why Salvadorans were targeting the few blocks around here.

The transportation is really convenient and extends in all directions.

Rich men in the North District and top students in the Ivy League want to buy something interesting. They can easily find the sales points of various drugs by turning the steering wheel.

Moreover, these slum neighborhoods are a mixture of black, white and brown.

There are people of all colors, and they, the Salvadorans, operate here without being too conspicuous.

They wouldn't want to take action in a purely black neighborhood like that.

For dealers, this is a golden store. Ambitious people can spread their business here and expand the entire central and western market.

No wonder there are several gangs occupying a few small blocks.

There are still old gangsters selling pills on the street, but at the end of the street there are a few Latinos selling powder with their heads down.

"Let's go back!"

The intercom chimed and Hank's Range Rover sped off.

It was enough to feel that something was wrong here.

Ethan also followed his movements and stepped on the accelerator. It was just that he had just driven a Ferrari Lafa, and now he felt a little uncomfortable driving a Ford Interceptor.

The speed is not fast enough, and the acceleration is too slow.

When he returned to the police station, he breathed a sigh of relief. After hanging out for almost two hours, the group of flashy policewomen finally left.

He really doesn't dare to touch these people, not even in friendly matches.

Maybe when they are doing sports, these women will secretly poke a hole in the condom and directly help themselves to spread the leaves, betting that they will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

"alright."

Hank quickly walked up to the main hall and clapped his hands vigorously: "Now, put down what you are doing."

"There are more urgent things waiting for us to do now."

In the eyes of everyone, he pulled the whiteboard open: "Hector, a Salvadoran man, has a tattoo on his neck and a scar on the back of his head."

Swinging the pen, he wrote names and physical characteristics in the middle of the whiteboard.

He waved his arm, drew an arrow upwards, and wrote "Bowman, suspected of being a woman".

"What we have to do now is to find these two people." Hank looked around and said in a deep voice: "I just received news from the informant that the Salvadoran people want to enter the scene and rob a few blocks. Control."

"They want to steal business, which will definitely create great chaos and conflict."

He looked at Olinsky again, narrowed his eyes and said:

"I think you remember what happened the last time the Salvadorans came over, right?"

"certainly."

Olinsky bit the twisty candy hard and sighed:

"Blood, blood, blood."

"Until now, the neighborhoods where those gangs live are the most chaotic."

"At night, even the patrol police are reluctant to go there."

His words cheered up several people present. Horsted pointed the ballpoint pen at the whiteboard and frowned: "Do we only have this little information?"

Hank also knew that things were difficult, mainly because there was too little information.

"That's right."

He patted the whiteboard and drew a circle on Hector's name: "Let's start with him first. Check the criminal information database, border inspection station, and entry-exit database one by one."

"Tell Jean to make a search program, and you can search for it together."

"cough!"

Ethan covered his mouth with his fist, coughed dryly, and returned to his seat.

"Do it yourselves and compare based on physical characteristics." Hank reacted to Ethan's reminder and waved his hand: "We have to find this Hector before he causes murder."

"According to the information provided by the informant, Hector has already started to take action."

"Find him as soon as possible, we have to get him out of Chicago, this is our city."

Regarding the fact that Hector had killed four people, Hank never mentioned it, and it was useless to mention it. According to Teisel, the crime scene had been almost destroyed by them a long time ago.

Now we can only find out the detailed information about Hector. Ethan also opened the database and started searching.

I hope Hector is not a nickname, which will make the search difficult to another level.

Hank and Olinsky also called their informants to see if there were any other channels through which they could obtain some clues.

I have been busy for several hours and finally made some discoveries.

"Hector Morales."

Ethan looked at the criminal database, snapped his fingers, and shouted loudly: "If I guess correctly, it should be him."

"let me see."

Rusek quickly turned around and leaned in front of the computer screen.

Above are several prison photos. He looks thin and small, with a goatee, his neck is covered with tattoos, and a string of Latin letters are tattooed above the eyebrows of both eyes.

In the side view, you can see that the hair on the back of his head is split.

Whether it's a scar or not, I can't confirm.

He has short black curly hair and cold eyes.

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