My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

These guys don't live far from the police station.

It didn't take long for the vehicle to arrive outside a villa. The place where Hank lived was similar to the place he rented before. They were all small buildings that were almost adjacent to each other.

Beside the road are tall trees.

And Hank's Cadillac was parked next to the sidewalk in front of the house.

"I just said he was fine."

Ethan stepped on the brakes, pointed at Hank's vehicle and said, "Maybe you overslept and you think too much."

"Go and take a look."

Erin didn't believe this argument. She had known Hank for more than ten years and had never seen him oversleep.

She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door:

"Are you sick?"

The two of them walked through the small courtyard and walked up the steps.

Only the glass door was closed. Through the glass, I could see that the living room was empty and the whole house was quiet.

"Bump bump bump."

Erin tapped the door frame and yelled Hank's name.

"boom."

Ethan wrapped his fist with clothes and punched it out. The glass shattered into pieces and fell to the floor inside.

Through the radar, I saw not a single light spot in the house.

But the car was parked outside. The most important thing was that from my angle, I could just see a corner of the restaurant, where a dining chair was overturned and fell to the ground.

This was also the reason why he broke through the door directly in desperation.

"Are you crazy?"

Erin was startled and showed the key in her hand.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan was a little embarrassed and quickly unlocked the door: "I forgot you had the key here."

She didn't understand why the other party reacted so fiercely, but Erin followed Ethan and walked quickly inside. When she arrived at the living room, her face changed when she saw the chair that had fallen to the ground and the coffee cup that was overturned on the table in the dining room.

Pulling out the pistol with a snap, Irene rushed towards the half-covered back door.

Ethan stayed where he was and looked at the dining table. There were two breakfasts on it, both of which he only ate a little.

Soon, Erin returned.

Her face turned serious and she shook her head.

Noticing something again, she ran towards the entrance to the basement.

The door here was ajar, and Eileen nervously opened it and carefully walked down the stairs.

Even though he knew there was no one down there, Ethan went down with her.

Just halfway through, Ethan quickly took out his mobile phone and called Antonio: "Call everyone and come to Hank's house as quickly as possible. Don't make any noise and don't let people outside the department know."

"immediately!"

Although Antonio was confused, he still agreed.

On the ground here, there is a trace of blood.

A grocery shelf nearby was moved away, revealing a bare wall behind. There was a large pit on the wall. The walls at the four corners of the pit were damaged. It looked like someone had used violent means to pry away the contents. .

As for what it is, it is self-evident.

Erin slowly walked to the blood stains and looked around. There were many signs of struggle on the ground.

Her head buzzed and her body began to shake.

He raised his head and looked at Ethan.

His eyes also became panicked, and he looked at a loss.

"It's fine."

Ethan gritted his teeth and walked down the stairs quickly: "No matter who it is, Hank will be fine. No one dares to kill a deputy director. They know that it will be worse than death."

Eileen struggled to move her lips, and could only believe this statement.

Others have already dared to attack Hank, so how could they be afraid of his identity? Now they can only find him as quickly as possible.

Ethan sniffed hard twice, and there was only a faint smell of blood in the air.

The smell of gunpowder smoke and bullet casings were not found.

In just a few minutes, other people arrived one after another. After understanding the situation, they began to nervously collect clues.

basement.

Rusek grabbed the flashlight and took a closer look.

He looked at the hole in the wall, swallowed and asked, "What do you think this thing has been pried away?"

"Popcorn machine."

Olinsky looked at the blood on the ground, held Hank's smashed cell phone and gritted his teeth and said, "What else did you think it would be?"

Now the old man's life or death is uncertain, and his heart is full of anger.

"If it's a safe."

Rusek turned off the flashlight, shook his head and said, "This is obviously a robbery."

"We don't know what happened yet, so don't speculate too much." Olinsky grabbed his chin hard and said in a low voice: "Concentrate and do your own thing."

This sentence is very problematic.

When they solve crimes, they often need to make bold assumptions, no matter whether they are logical or not.

In fact, Olinsky was in a bad mood when he went to work today.

Looking very agitated.

"Erwin."

Rusek walked over quickly and asked with concern: "Don't worry, we will definitely get Hank back. Are you okay?"

"What did I just say?"

Olinsky's temper suddenly erupted. He glared at Rusek and shouted: "Do your own thing, time is beating."

"Hey."

Ethan walked down the stairs and looked at the two people in a somewhat stiff atmosphere: "Atwater found something, up there."

Hearing this, the two of them immediately followed and walked up.

Arriving at the back door, several other people gathered here.

Atwater saw the remaining people approaching and quickly handed over what he had in his hands: "The camera, whoever it was, destroyed it when they left."

"These idiots probably don't know that there is something called online storage."

Ethan took the smashed camera in his hand, looked at it, and then threw it aside.

"Also." Atwater pointed to the doorframe:

"There are no signs of being pried on the back door at all. According to my theory, this was an internal crime. No matter who Hank was receiving, that person must have found an opportunity to open the door and let the gangster in."

People like them will install cameras if they can afford it where they live.

Hank is no exception.

"Pop."

Ethan clapped his hands and said in a deep voice: "It's useless to stay here. Everyone goes back to watch the surveillance and find out what happened."

"This matter will be left with the intelligence team for now."

"Erin, Olinsky."

He then looked at the distracted female detective and the male detective wearing a duck-billed hat next to him: "Think carefully, who among Hank's friends would do such a thing."

"Know."

Several people responded one after another and dispersed.

Back at the police station, as soon as the car stopped, I saw Roman. He was standing next to a patrol car and yawning. The sun shone on his short blond hair, which was particularly conspicuous.

Irene hurried into the police station. Ethan thought for a moment and stopped:

"Roman."

"Chief Morgan."

Hearing Ethan's greeting, he quickly put down his hand: "Do you have any important mission?"

The people in the intelligence team just now had solemn faces and hurried expressions, which made him confused and a little curious.

"No."

Ethan denied it.

Let alone Hank, even if it is an ordinary task, according to normal procedures, it will not be disclosed to the patrol officer casually.

"I just want to ask about private defense."

Looking at Roman, Ethan spread his hands and said: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to say that these things are not simple and can easily cause problems. I remind you to be careful."

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

Unexpectedly, this was what the other party said, so Roman smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"That's good."

Ethan nodded.

Some things just need to be reminded.

This is private time for private matters, and I have no right to interfere.

Antonio can get five hundred, and Roman should also take a lot of it. He must be doing it, and maybe there are others.

Money attracts people's hearts, and talking too much about it can easily offend people.

"Hi."

While the two were talking, Burgess's voice sounded from behind. She was carrying two large duty bags and bouncing over, her ponytail swaying: "I heard you are back. Is Colombia fun?"

This is the opening line I have heard the most today, and it is said by everyone.

But Burgess was asking questions knowingly, and Ethan didn't answer her words, but stared straight at her chest.

The unabashed gaze made her face blush.

Roman was still there, and Burgess glared at Ethan unceremoniously.

"I hope you just forgot to wear your badge."

Ethan smiled and pointed at her chest: "Otherwise, Pratt will cause trouble for you today."

"Shet."

Burgess covered his chest in panic, and the police badge on it disappeared.

"The girl selling candy."

She glanced at Roman, ran back quickly, remembered something, then ran over and threw the work bag to Ethan: "Put it away for me, damn it."

After speaking, Burgess ran back to the police station.

In the United States, there is a very special part-time job, which can be said to be specially prepared for children.

They would hold cartons filled with candies and sell them under various names, or to raise money for something, or to collect money for something. Most people would not refuse such a request.

The girls Burgess just mentioned selling candy should be referring to these children who raise funds.

Holding two duty bags, Ethan looked at Roman with a hint of confusion.

Burgess's behavior just now made Roman realize that something was wrong. The relationship between his partner and the police chief was not as simple as it seemed.

"There is this little girl who looks like a troublemaker."

Noticing Ethan's expression, he explained, and quickly opened the trunk of the patrol car: "Give it to me, just let me do it."

He quickly took the duty bag and stuffed it inside.

Ethan didn't say anything, shrugged and walked away. Hank's matter was still waiting to be resolved.

The surveillance video from Hank's home was quickly retrieved.

It was indeed a woman who opened the back door and let two men break in, one tall and one short and skinny. It would be fair to say that these people were stupid, and they knew how to cooperate inside and outside.

But let's say they are smart, they don't even have a hood.

It gives Ethan a feeling of both shrewdness and stupidity, but this kind of person is also very troublesome. Sometimes he gets stunned and does things without thinking.

Antonio printed out the screenshot and walked quickly to the whiteboard.

"Based on monitoring time."

He posted a photo and typed it with a white pen: "At seven o'clock this morning, the girl arrived at Hanka's house."

"White girl, instant noodle head."

Antonio clicked on the photo and said: "Fat body."

"Wait a moment."

Irene crossed her arms and her body was shaking nervously from side to side. When she saw the photo, she interrupted Antonio and walked over quickly: "I know this girl, I have seen her."

"Oliver Morgan."

Erin swallowed her saliva and looked at Ethan sitting on her desk with difficulty: "She dated Justin. She is not obese, and she has a baby in her belly."

"Justin's kid?"

Ethan was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief.

"That's right."

Erin nodded silently.

Atwater, who was standing in the back, asked in confusion: "Who is Justin?"

"Hank's son."

Ethan explained casually, scratched his head and looked at Antonio: "Don't worry about this for now, you continue."

This unexpected news also surprised Antonio.

He composed himself and continued:

"At 7:30, these two unidentified men arrived at the back door of Hank's house."

"As you can see."

Antonio posted a photo: "Fifteen minutes later, Hank was carried away by the two men. Judging from the situation, he must have been knocked unconscious."

Here, his words paused.

In the photo, you can only see Hank's head drooping. To be honest, it's really hard to confirm whether he is dead or alive.

Erin looked at the photo and covered her mouth tightly.

"Bang."

When Olinsky saw the old man like this, he kicked the wall hard.

"That's what happened." Antonio looked at everyone and said silently: "They returned quickly, bringing a safe and the woman named Olive."

After a few seconds of silence, Horsted looked at Ethan:

"We need to issue a nationwide advisory and search for these people throughout Chicago. The most important thing now is to rescue Hank."

"no."

Olinsky grinned and jumped:

"We don't know Hank's situation yet. Making too much noise will cause him trouble. We need to act covertly."

Two completely opposite opinions made everyone present look at Ethan.

The matter is so important that it can only be decided by him.

Ethan scratched the stubble on his chin, looked at the photos on the whiteboard, and fell into thinking.

If Hank were still alive, he would definitely not want to spread the word, let alone cause a fuss. He was a man known as a tough guy and extremely concerned about face.

In fact, when looking for people, sometimes the more people, the better.

If police sirens sound all over the city, it will easily drive the robbers to jump over the wall. At least for now, they should feel that they are safe.

"These two people."

Ethan held up one hand and jumped down from the desk.

He walked up to the whiteboard and patted it with his hand: "Search the criminal record database and find their information as soon as possible."

"As for Oliver Morgan." He looked at everyone and said calmly: "We need to investigate all her circumstances, family and friends, and look for any place that may be connected to these two people."

"This matter will stay with the intelligence team. We can't talk about it yet."

"Everything must be kept secret."

"It's ten o'clock now." Ethan looked at his watch and narrowed his eyes: "I'll give you an hour. If there are no clues, I will notify the director."