My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"I hope it's him too."

Atwater walked over and said in a low voice.

The main reason is that this physical feature is so common. In the criminal information database, there are almost eight out of ten people with tattoos on their bodies.

Although it is tattooed on the neck, it is still an astronomical figure.

After watching it for several hours, they felt dizzy.

"correct."

Rusek thought of something: "Has Hank's informant seen this Hector?"

"Snapped."

Ethan patted his head and felt dizzy.

Isn't it right? Just let Teisel take a look and that's it. You're still guessing here.

He immediately took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Hank.

In less than a minute, Hank pushed open the office door and said quickly: "That's him, that's right."

"good!"

Ethan nodded and moved the mouse: "I am sorting out the information now."

A few minutes later, he distributed the newly printed documents to everyone, still smelling of ink.

Pick up the photo again and paste it under Hector’s name on the whiteboard.

"Suspected of armed robbery, prostitution, murder, and organized crime." Ethan tapped his fingers on the whiteboard and looked at the crowd: "I think this guy has done every felony you can think of."

"According to records."

While here, his voice paused: "Hector has been active in Philadelphia before."

"None of his criminal information is related to Chicago, and I don't know why he suddenly thought of coming here to expand the market."

"Maybe you brought it here."

Erin looked at the information in her hand and made a joke.

Philadelphia is in Pennsylvania, which can barely be considered half of his hometown.

"Haha." Ethan glanced at her and put down the documents in his hand: "But these information are relatively old. I don't know where he has been active recently."

“Perhaps he got support from someone and decided to come to Chicago to upgrade his business and seize the market.

"That's it, that's all the information for now."

Hank flipped through the information for a while and put down the case file: "Issuing a city-wide wanted notice and distributing his profile picture to every corner."

"What's the name?"

Erin asked, picking up the phone and shrugging.

According to the current situation, everything is just inference, and there are no relevant criminal facts pointing to Hector's head.

You can't bring someone back just because you suspect him of committing a crime.

"Make it up whatever you want."

Hank looked at his watch and waved his hand nonchalantly: "I just need to catch him, that's it."

Irene was accustomed to his request. She smiled and shook her head to get through the phone call. Others also started working to disseminate Hector's information.

At the end of the day, I gained nothing.

Now we can only wait for new clues to appear. This is a city with millions of people, and we cannot rely on a few people from the intelligence team to search the streets.

My phone buzzed, it was time to get off work.

Everyone has long been accustomed to his behavior.

As long as there is no urgent work, Ethan will always be the first to run away, and he will never earn a dime of overtime pay from the police department.

During this time, there were many people in the locker room.

When Ethan walked in, he attracted a lot of curious eyes.

It seems that it will take some time for Ferrari's aftermath to subside.

After taking a shower, pack your things in front of the locker.

"Hey."

A figure flashed next to him, and Burgess jumped over, his ponytail swaying.

She looked around and quickly stepped forward.

"Ba."

The lips parted as soon as they touched. She clasped her bulletproof vest with both hands and said happily: "I don't have to patrol at night, so I'm going to buy a lot of fried chicken and enjoy it."

"I'll bring the drinks."

Ethan also had some taste for food and blinked at Burgess.

"OK."

She saw someone coming and nodded quickly.

"By the way." Ethan looked at the Chicago police uniform she was wearing, his eyes lit up: "You should have a change of uniforms at home, right?"

"roll."

Burgess punched him and walked away quickly.

Since dinner was already arranged, Ethan was not in a hurry. After driving around for a while, he headed to Burgess's apartment.

The other party had already returned home and put on a home outfit.

The small coffee table was filled with various golden and crispy grilled chicken pieces, and two boxes of dipping sauce were placed next to them.

Seeing Ethan's somewhat regretful expression, Burgess smiled from the corners of his eyes, picked up a pistol leg and handed it over: "Hurry up, it won't taste good if you keep it for a long time."

We are all acquaintances, so there is no need to be polite.

Ethan bit into the big chicken leg, closed the door, and threw his coat on the sofa.

On the TV, the Victoria's Secret performance was playing.

This is something that not only men like to see, but women also like to pay attention to.

Of course, everyone appreciates it differently.

The carpet was stained and Burgess threw it into the bathroom, but it was okay now. The two were not as restrained as they were at the beginning last night, sitting on the single sofa together eating fried chicken and drinking red wine.

Burgess is a small eater and can fill up his stomach in just a few minutes.

She took a sip of red wine, sucked her fingers, stood up, opened the curtain and walked inside.

"cough."

Less than a minute later, the sound of coughing attracted Ethan's attention.

On her slender, smooth legs, she wore only light blue short-sleeved shirts. The buttons of this summer patrolman's shirt were all open and the curves were full.

Burgess also wore a police hat.

"Swish, swish."

Her fingers hooked on a pair of silver handcuffs, and her wrist shook, causing the silver handcuffs to swing in circles.

"Gudu."

Ethan drank up the red wine in the glass and said, "Officer, I didn't mean to do it. I just saw the door open and came in to have something to eat."

"Feel sorry."

He raised his hands and said in horror: "Please, please don't put me in jail."

"This is not your decision."

Burgess reacted quickly. She grabbed the handcuffs and came over fiercely: "You are suspected of illegal trespassing. I have to take you away today."

"Officer, you forgot, you are only one person."

Ethan rolled up his sleeves and stood up with a grin: "Tonight, I'm going to let you try what it's like to be cuffed."

"ah!"

Burgess suddenly felt bad and took two steps back in horror.

"Don't even think about running away."

Ethan rushed forward, knocked her down, grabbed the handcuffs and put them on skillfully.

"Snapped."

With one slap, her buttocks rolled.

"Buzz buzz."

The phone keeps vibrating, which is annoying.

"You'd better answer the call." Burgess looked at the phone with the screen next to him and said helplessly, "It seems to be Boyette. Maybe there's something urgent."

Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she couldn't move.

"Farke."

Ethan cursed secretly, loosened his ponytail, and picked up the phone irritably: "I'm Morgan."

"Boit."

Hank's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, and he said hoarsely:

"Teisel, dead!"

Thanks to Brother Taikoo Shen for your reward and support, thank you!