My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the pools of blood on the ground, Ethan was extremely confused.

From just now to now, he has been thinking about whether to tell what he saw and knew.

But that was Rebecca, his first friend.

Even though she is doing this kind of thing now, Ethan doesn't want to go on opposite paths with Rebecca.

Everyone has selfish motives, and he is no exception.

Take a deep breath of cigarette, throw away the cigarette butt, and investigate first.

Maybe, Hector can be caught directly later, and he doesn't have to make a choice.

After confirming that Ethan was fine, everyone returned to the unfinished apartment building where the shootout had just occurred. Bodies were being carried down from the upstairs to a line on a wasteland.

This scene is very spectacular.

Those killed by his own people, plus those killed by the others fighting each other, there were more than a dozen corpses laid out together.

The most conspicuous one was the patrolman who had his head chopped off by Hector and took off his head. He was vomiting crazily next to him and his face turned ashen.

The smart guy who jumped downstairs was also carried over.

Not only was he beaten to death, his legs were also broken.

On the other side, the remaining few people were all pointed at gunpoint by nervous patrol officers.

Holding his head in his hands, he lay flat on the ground.

In the middle, more than twenty firearms, magazines and knives were piled up like firewood, waiting for subsequent processing.

Fortunately, the conflict occurred in an unfinished building.

In the shootout on the street just now, no civilians were harmed, so Perry didn't have to suffer too much pressure in this matter.

Ethan is particularly eye-catching here.

There was a bandage on his chest, he was wearing only a black coat, and he had a cigarette in his mouth.

While walking in the courtyard, no one dared to look down upon him.

After all, at least half of the corpses on the ground were caused by him alone.

When we arrived on the fourth floor, several large tents were set up in a large room. There were fast food boxes, cigarette butts, and wine bottles everywhere on the ground.

Hector was smart enough to know how to hide in this place.

This is a place where even drug addicts don't want to come. Who would have thought that they would hide here.

"Look here." Atwater quickly walked to the window and pulled up a rope: "The two people just escaped here."

Ethan walked over and stuck his head out.

Two long soft rope ladders dropped to the ground, still swaying gently.

He secretly praised Hector's alertness. As long as there was an abnormal situation, he could throw the fixed rope ladder out of the window and escape at any time without fear of being blocked on it.

In fact, if Ethan and the others hadn't rushed over, Hector might not have had any use for this thing.

Most of the corpses downstairs belonged to local gangs.

In addition to Ethan killing four, Olinski and the others also killed two, and the remaining three Salvadorans surrendered.

In addition to Hector and the man whose head was shot by Ethan, I really don’t know who will kill whom.

It is estimated that the local gang members did not expect that Hector would have so many people here. If they knew, they would not dare to come and die.

But after thinking about it, it’s normal.

No matter how arrogant Hector was, there was no way he would bring just three or four people over to grab the territory.

A dozen people were able to cross the river with a fierce dragon, which was considered extremely daring for him.

A group of people searched the entire scene, including the garbage piles in the corners and the nooks and crannies of the tent, but could not find any useful clues.

The top priority is to find Hector's next possible place to stay.

Since nothing was found above, everyone immediately went downstairs and brought the three surrendered Salvadorans back to the police station for interrogation.

"Bang."

Another punch came down, this time it hit his chest, and Ethan grinned.

"Rusek, come on." He threw the phone book over and waved his hand: "It's okay to do an internship."

"me?"

Rusek looked confused, swallowed his saliva and took the thick phone book.

Everyone else was busy tracking down Hector's whereabouts, and Hank and Orlinsky couldn't spare their time, so they simply asked Ethan to practice with the two newcomers.

"hurry up."

Ethan sat on the bench and said with a stern face: "Don't talk nonsense, Atwater will help."

"knew."

Atwater rushed forward and lifted up the Salvadoran who was lying on the ground in pain and breathless.

"Farke!"

Rusek didn't bother to think so much anymore. He put the phone book in front of the tattooed gangster and swung it with his fist, causing a thumping sound throughout the garage.

There was no time for a slow interrogation, so with Perry's acquiescence, they took the person directly into the iron cage.

Two patrolmen died, and now no one wants to play tricks with them.

Just start fighting, and the game is to torture and extract confessions.

"Bang~"

He punched out hard again, so hard that Atwater took a step back.

Rusek breathed heavily and held his knees with his hands. The paper on the phone book was broken and stained with blood, and his knuckles became damaged.

If anyone says that beating people is not tiring, he will be the first to stand up and object.

"Let me do it instead."

Atwater yelled and was about to take over.

"don't want."

The ferocious curly-haired man shook his head quickly and shouted with a look of grief and anger: "Stop beating me. If you continue to beat me, you will die. What do you want to know? Why don't you ask?"

We agreed to cook and travel by ourselves, and we agreed to respect the laws.

These bastards didn't ask a word and beat them when they came up.

That is to say, the boy on the opposite side couldn't fight anymore, so he calmed down.

"Yo."

Ethan stood up and grabbed Curly Brother's hair: "You can also speak English. I thought you only spoke Spanish."

"You didn't even ask!!!"

Curly Brother's face turned red with excitement, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Ethan looked at Rusek and then at Atwater, all three of them looked a little embarrassed.

It seemed, maybe, that he really didn’t ask anything.

"I didn't ask, wouldn't you say it yourself?" Ethan punched out and hit Curly Brother hard on the liver.

"Kekeke~"

Brother Curly made a meaningless sound from his throat, and his saliva dripped.

"Shet." Ethan rubbed his chest and said dissatisfiedly: "Now it hurts you and I feel uncomfortable too. Can't you cooperate a little?"

"Hector."

Curly Brother was so tortured that he had no strength left and said weakly: "He couldn't stand a day without a woman, so he didn't rest with us at night. I only knew it was in a motel called Foss." "

"What else?" Ethan stared into his eyes:

"Where did you come from, and who asked you to come here?"

"Philadelphia." Brother Curly gasped, "Please, I'm just a soldier. I'm only responsible for doing work. I've already told you what I know."

"Please, give me a break."

"If you want to fight, just wait for me to slow down for a while, okay?"

It was obvious that he was telling the truth and was not lying.

Ethan waved his hand, and Atwater immediately twisted Brother Curly into the temporary detention room.

"Foos Motel."

He and Rusek walked up to the main hall and said to everyone: "This is the place where Hector finds his wife and rests at night. Maybe we should go and have a look."

"address?"

Hank immediately waved to Horsted.

In less than a minute, Horsted found the address of the motel, which was just ten minutes' drive from Harrison Park.

With the latest clues, everyone stopped what they were doing and prepared to search.

"You look like this." Irene put on her coat and asked with concern, "It's better to stay and rest."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Ethan patted her arm and followed the group downstairs.

These people still don't know who they are dealing with. If Boden is also in that place, he is afraid that one or two lives will be lost if he is not there.

Several cars drove quickly and soon arrived at the motel.

Support patrol officers have also arrived.

However, they did not act rashly, they just stared and waited for the people from the intelligence team to come over.

Today, the Chicago police lost two of their colleagues and two others were seriously injured. Everyone was angry and secretly vowed to find Hector.

"Me, Ethan, Horsted, and Erin go in."

Hank's voice rang out from the headset, and he said in a deep voice: "Others, surround the entire motel, and no more people can escape."

"receive."

Other people's voices rang out, and they drove to various intersections outside the hotel, on high alert.

Ethan pressed the accelerator and stopped directly outside the motel service desk.

This is a two-story building in a concave shape. The parking space in the middle is full of vehicles. It can be seen that the business is very good.

There is a reason for this. In the corridor on the second floor, several hot pants and long-legged hotties are leaning on the railing.

They did not speak, but smiled and waved to Ethan. From the body movements of several people, it could be seen that these people with heavy makeup were all engaged in an ancient and sacred profession.

"bump."

After closing the car door, Ethan and Hank walked into the service office together.

Behind the counter, a fat white man with a wretched appearance sat. He raised his eyes and was about to speak.

"boom."

Ethan slapped his police badge on the counter, while Hank stretched out his cell phone: "What room number does this person live in?"

Inside the screen was Hector's mug shot.

"Feel sorry."

Fatty Bai didn't know why and spread his hands.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan stretched out his arm, grabbed his collar, and pulled back hard.

His fat body hit the counter and the water glass was knocked over.

"Two policemen died in the hands of this man." Ethan narrowed his eyes and said sternly: "I'm warning you, don't be a fool!"

"Second floor."

The fat on the fat man's face trembled, and he raised his fleshy arms: "The house on the far left."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Ethan pushed hard, and the fat white man's body returned the same way and hit the chair.

"Uh-huh."

Draw your pistol and walk out of the service area.

His arms waved rapidly, and Erin and Horsted got out of the car at the same time, holding assault rifles.

Using Ethan as an arrow, the group of people bent down and walked quickly up the stairs.

Seeing their heavily armed appearance, the young lady in the corridor on the second floor was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

"Olinsky."

Hank thought of something, put his arm around Erin's shoulders, and pressed the intercom:

"Inform the patrol officers to guard all entrances and exits here and do not allow anyone or any vehicle to get out of the car. I mean anyone."

A group of people stepped on the iron corridor, making only small footsteps.

If you don't listen carefully, it's not easy to spot.

As he approached the room on the far left, Ethan lowered the muzzle of his gun in disappointment.

"Bang."

Halsted replaced the door hammer and pushed the room open. It was indeed empty inside.

The bedding was messy, and the room was filled with the smell of low-quality perfume and fishy smell.

Several people covered their mouths and noses, opened the windows for ventilation and began to search.

Erin dug out a small travel bag from the cabinet, put on disposable gloves to check the contents, and threw several pieces of clothing on the bed:

"He didn't come back."

No need for her to say it, everyone can see it.

If you come back, at least these intimate clothes will be taken with you.

"Come up here."

Hank put the pistol back into the holster and pressed the intercom: "Call a few more patrolmen, the hotel manager, and the waitress. They all give confessions to see what they know."

"There are also surveillance videos from the past few days. I need to check who came here with Hector."

"As well as transportation, these can all be seen on the video."

Following his order, everyone began to get busy.

"Sava."

Eileen rummaged through the pocket of her travel bag and found a black business card with the name written on it in gilt calligraphy.

"Do you know what this is?"

She handed the card to Horsted and asked softly.

"never heard of that."

Horsted flipped it up and down. It was a dark and shiny plastic business card. In the middle of the card, the name Savoie flashed with a golden light.

He looked at it and handed the business card to Ethan.

Ethan didn't say anything. He glanced at it and put the card into his pocket expressionlessly.

If there’s anything else, let’s talk about it later.

After searching the entire room, nothing else was found.

This is where Hector rests and takes care of his physical needs. There is nothing special about it.

The interrogation work of several outside slave girls was also in full swing. Knowing that Hector had committed such a big crime, they did not dare to hide anything.

These people have all served Hector.

It's just that their words are the same. Hector gives money very straightforwardly and does things very straightforwardly.

After finishing, they will be driven away directly.

He never mentioned anything in front of them, and never saw him interacting with anyone. He basically used them as tools to solve their needs.

As for the hotel manager, Fatty Bai, he is even more outrageous.

You can get those things in this place, and you only need to pay to get a room. Identity verification is basically non-existent.

As expected, the credit card is also a fake and doesn't even have the same name.

After getting the surveillance video, everyone reluctantly returned to the police station.

After looking through two hours of video, I found that the vehicle Hector arrived at the hotel in was different every time. It was either an online car-hailing car or a taxi. He was not seen entering or exiting with anyone else. The last clue was also broken. Lose.

Until night, the whereabouts of the black Mercedes-Benz could not be found.

The atmosphere in the Chase Room was solemn, and everyone was staring blankly at the whiteboard. This was the only photo captured on the public camera.

It was very blurry, and the driver lowered the sun visor.

In this blurry photo, only the lower half of the driver's face can be seen.

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