My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In Datong Room, everyone arrived early.

Even Nadia was watching the surveillance video carefully.

At Eileen's request, Ethan got a computer for this little assistant early on, and now she looks very presentable.

For those who didn’t know better, they thought this was also a Chicago police officer.

If they didn't know her background, no one would be able to tell that this little girl had worked as a high-end prostitute, a massage girl, and was also a drug addict.

The environment is very powerful in changing people.

Her efforts were noticed by Ethan. Nadia was basically the first to come and the last to leave every day.

If you have something to do, you will be busy, and if you have nothing to do, you will find some work within your ability.

Although she has had bad experiences, she is now a girl who lives her life very seriously. Those past things have disappeared.

"Morning~"

Ethan smiled at her and held out his hand.

"Good morning, Sheriff."

Nadia quickly raised her head and stretched out her arms.

One big and one small, the two fists touched together.

Not only were all members of the intelligence team here, but Hank also came over. After a night's rest, his complexion had improved a lot, and he didn't look as bruised and swollen as yesterday.

Of course, Band-Aids are still indispensable.

He was sitting next to Irene's chair, and the two of them were pointing at the computer screen. Now this matter only stayed with the intelligence team.

Therefore, Hank came here temporarily to work.

After greeting everyone, Ethan quickly walked into the office and eagerly opened the document bag.

Inside, there is a bank card.

Pinch it out with two fingers and look back and forth on your fingertips. This is a Julius Baer bank card. It looks ordinary, but it seems a bit heavy when held between your fingertips.

Sure enough, I guessed it right, it was something in my imagination.

There is nothing else in the document bag.

Ethan quickly took out his cell phone and was about to make a call when the phone rang.

"How about it?"

Matt's voice sounded from the other side: "Have you received your stuff?"

His voice was very relaxed and pleasant.

He had gotten the money, and Matt had definitely gotten it too. How could he not be relaxed and happy when he was rich?

"received."

Ethan said happily: "It goes without saying the number, just leave it as a surprise for me."

"Just give me the password."

"Hahaha."

Matt laughed a few times, said the password, and the two exchanged pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

Quickly turn on your computer and search the Julius Baer website.

The first step is to change the password.

The second step is to check the balance.

The third part, slumped in a chair.

A series of movements were extremely smooth, and the balance of more than 40 million made Ethan grin.

His net worth has soared again.

The most important thing is that this money has been cleaned by the CIA. It can't be cleaner than this. Basically there will be no future troubles, and I don't have to find Nora to do the accounting.

Now I have all my wealth, which is close to two small goals.

Ethan played with the Zippo lighter in his hand happily, put his feet on the table, and took a deep drag on the cigarette.

It is true that a man cannot be rich without windfall, and a horse cannot be fat without night grass.

As soon as he finished smoking, Hank appeared at the door and winked at him.

Ethan closed the webpage smoothly and put the bank card into the space. It was time to start today's work.

"Everyone."

After walking out of the office, Ethan patted the whiteboard: "Please, give me good news."

The proud look on his face can be seen by anyone.

It is in sharp contrast to the sad faces of everyone now. There is no way, after making such a huge fortune, there is no way to hide it.

Even though it's a bit out of place, that's okay.

"Lucas Gregory doesn't have any criminal record." Horsted leaned back in his chair and shook his head and said, "We don't have any information on him. In short, there are no clues."

Hank looked at Rusek with a straight face: "What about you?"

"The fire engulfed everything."

Rusek spread his hands: "The van has been checked, and there are no useful clues. There are no fingerprints or personal belongings."

Two didn't, which made Hank purse his lips.

He looked at the others, bowing their heads wherever he looked.

Time is too tight and there are too few clues.

Coupled with the limited manpower, it is normal not to gain anything.

Ethan coughed and was about to say something. The pressure was already high enough now, and there was no need to continue to pressurize.

"Teng Teng Teng."

Footsteps sounded, and Platt's figure appeared in front of everyone. She held her waist and looked at Hank: "I knew you were here. Someone surrendered and asked for you by name."

"We'll talk later."

Hank waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not free right now."

Platt also sensed that something was wrong. Hank's nose and face were bruised and swollen last night. Anyone could see it, but it was difficult to ask.

"All right."

She patted her thigh and shrugged: "The man said his name was Max. I'll arrange for him to wait for you in the reception room."

"When you are free, come down again."

"Wait a moment."

Antonio stood up suddenly and asked loudly: "What's your name?"

"Max."

Platt spread his hands and repeated his words.

There was a scratching sound, and everyone moved their office chairs and stood up, looking at each other.

They were all confused and at a loss.

This is a new thing. Instead of running away quickly, he came over and surrendered.

"Click."

Hank clenched his fists hard and strode downstairs.

The others quickly followed.

A group of people hurried down the stairs, and through the iron fence they could see the thin guy sitting on the bench outside the reception room, with two patrol policemen watching him.

This face has long been firmly etched in everyone's mind.

Max shook his legs, looking unconcerned, with a black bag beside him.

"Bang."

Hank pushed open the iron gate and strode over.

"Hey hey hey."

Seeing his aggressive look, Marx quickly put down his shaking legs: "What do you want to do? There are so many people here watching."

Unexpectedly, the visitor ignored him at all.

Hank directly picked up the bag next to this guy, unzipped it and looked through it.

"You don't need to check."

Marx grinned and said: "All your money is in it, and you haven't had time to use it yet. At least my share is in it."

Upon hearing this, Pratt suddenly realized something.

She crossed her arms and took a few steps back, looking at this glib guy with interest.

After searching, I found that it was full of money.

What I want is not in the bag.

"Uh-huh."

After closing the zipper, Hank suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed Max's hair, and dragged him out hard.

"Hey, let it go."

Marx couldn't laugh anymore. He shouted painfully: "There are so many people here watching, what do you want to do?"

The patrol officers in the reception hall all guessed what was going on.

Facing the furious Hank, these people dispersed one after another, as if they didn't see anything. No one wanted to get in trouble with him at this time.

"Don't do this."

Ethan quickly stepped forward and stopped Hank: "We still need to know the whereabouts of another person, and you don't want Gregory to escape."

"That's right."

Max grabbed Hank's hand and shouted urgently: "I know his whereabouts, and I can cooperate with you."

Hank's move scared him.

No matter what, it was safer to stay at the police station. At least inside, these people wouldn't do anything to him.

Hank's eyes were on fire and his chest was heaving.

All he wants now is to take this guy out and shoot him.

Looking into Ethan's eyes, Hank tightened his cheeks and didn't let go of his hands until a few seconds passed:

"Take him to the cage."

"Iron cage!"

Marx got up and felt something was wrong: "What are you talking about, what kind of iron cage?"

"It's just a nickname."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand, hugging his shoulders tightly:

"follow me."

"I just saved you, didn't I?"

"Don't worry, you have surrendered, we will definitely treat you well."

What Marx didn't know was that the patrol policemen behind him were all looking at him with pity, like looking at a piece of pork waiting to be slaughtered.

Two people, one tall and one short, walked towards the garage.

Inexplicably, Marx's legs felt weak.

Thanks to brother Fuduoduo for the reward and support, thank you!