My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"This little girl's name is Maya."

Chief Fisher said unhurriedly: "As a witness, she was supposed to testify in a store robbery case this week."

"The shooter fired two shots."

There was a hint of anger in his tone: "Both shots were fired in the head, and then he left directly."

"Maya, you're only ten!"

"It's just a store robbery." Ethan took a few steps back and lit a cigarette: "Do you want to be so cruel?"

There must be something hidden in between.

Even if he was a whistleblower, he would not do it so cruelly under normal circumstances.

After all, this is just a kid.

"Put down all the work you are doing." Director Fisher patted Ethan on the shoulder and said firmly: "This case will be handed over to the intelligence team."

"fix it!"

The new director put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

He does things very vigorously and resolutely.

Firstly, it was a crime involving children, and secondly, the witness was killed, which was a provocation to the police.

It is not an exaggeration to classify this case as the highest level.

"Boss."

Others had already arrived at the scene, and they gathered around one after another.

After greeting him, Horsted spread his hands and said, "The people at the forensics office found two 9 mm caliber bullet casings nearby, and they have been sent for ballistic testing and analysis."

"Are there any witnesses at the scene?" Ethan nodded and looked at Antonio:

"There are also cameras and people seeing suspicious people."

"No camera."

Antonio put his hands on his hips, gritted his teeth and looked around: "There won't be any witnesses. This is a warning. By shooting to warn people around, what will happen to the informer."

"At this time, no one will come forward with any leads."

"That's right."

Olinsky bit into the candy again: "This is the most troublesome part. These two bullets are enough to shut everyone up."

"Why?"

Ethan frowned and pointed to the ground beside him with his hand: "This is a little girl who died. Won't these people be touched at all?"

Everyone shook their heads and said nothing.

It's very helpless, but this is a rule of the local lower class residents.

This rule is even scarier than the police.

As long as you whistle-blow, you will face such a fate. If someone dares to stand up, they will also encounter the same thing. Faced with the threat of gunpoint, no one will not be afraid.

The cold corpses were placed in front of these people.

Even Olinsky was extremely reluctant to have his daughter testify in court.

Later, it was Hank who found the boss behind the gang and solved the risk of being shot by a gangster for his daughter.

"Please have the courage to stand up."

Rusek's voice sounded in the distance, and he was handing out business cards: "For the community, and for your safety."

"Please rest assured that the information you provide will be kept strictly confidential."

The onlookers dispersed one after another.

Only a few people took the business card, and those people, under the warning of their companions, threw away the small cards like hot potatoes.

Looking at the business card flying to the ground, Rusek sighed.

This kind of thing can already be expected.

He had no choice but to step forward to pick it up and continue to distribute it, but at this time, everyone was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Elsewhere, Atwater crossed his arms.

He looked at the night sky with red eyes, and his chest rose and fell slowly. He had experienced this kind of thing many times since he was a child.

Whether it's the shooter or the person behind it.

Those bastards always get away. From the police's perspective, it's just Nico killing Nico and the case will always be closed hastily.

This is exactly why he wants to be a police officer. He hopes to do something for the nearby communities and these lower-class residents. The shooting of witnesses was bad enough before, but now she is still a little girl.

Thinking of this, Atwater gritted his teeth tightly.

"I bought it!"

Screams rang out, and a black woman with an afro threw away the things in her hands, pushed aside the crowd and rushed over quickly, shouting in a crying voice: "Maya, no!"

She was wearing cheap clothes.

The bag dropped on the ground made a muffled sound, and white milk spread out from it.

Bread, ham.

There are also a few apples rolling out from inside.

Just by looking at it, I knew it was relief food.

"Ma'am, you can't go through."

Atwater rushed forward and hugged her, shouting repeatedly: "We still need to collect evidence, you can't go there."

"let me go."

The small body of the woman with an afro bursts out with powerful power.

She carried Atwater's body and moved forward desperately, wailing: "Let me go, let me see my baby."

Atwater struggled to control her.

"Please, officer."

The woman with the afro raised her head and looked at Atwater with tears streaming down her face. She begged with a trembling voice: "Let me go. The ground is so cold. She is lying there alone. She is too lonely."

"Maya doesn't like being alone, she's afraid of being alone."

This bloody cry made everyone at the scene fall silent.

Those onlookers couldn't bear to see this scene, so they turned and left, leaving behind soft sighs.

The tears in Atwater's eyes suddenly flowed down.

He hugged the woman tightly and looked at Ethan.

Ethan chewed his cigarette and slowly shook his head. If the mother were to see her daughter like that at this time, she would be afraid that another corpse would appear at night. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed.

"I promise you that."

Atwater hugged Maya's mother and gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely catch the murderer."

"Let's go back."

Ethan looked at the small body on the ground covered by a yellow plastic sheet. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt: "I'm working overtime tonight. I need to find out all the information involved in the previous store robbery."

The few people around him nodded silently and dispersed.

The main room is brightly lit.

Except for Nadia, everyone was here and everyone was wearing casual clothes. Ethan and Irene looked a little out of place in their bright clothes.

Normally, I would definitely be teased.

But now, no one is in that mood.

Ethan took off his coat, hung it on the pillar hanger, rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the office.

The circumstances of the store robbery are very clear.

The relevant information was quickly retrieved, and half an hour later, Antonio posted two photos on the whiteboard. One was a photo of Maya's murder scene, and the other was of a young black man.

He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The bright smile on this young man's face was in sharp contrast to Maya's tragic death.

He was wearing a basketball uniform and holding a basketball with both hands, like some kind of promotional photo.

"Grant."

Antonio wrote the person's name and said, "A senior at Anderson High School and a star player on the basketball team."

"That's right."

Horsted held his chin and nodded: "I have watched this kid's game. His level is very good, comparable to the professional level of the NBA. His draft prospects are very good, and he is expected to get one round."

"Grant caused great controversy a few months ago." Antonio continued:

"This kid was caught robbing a store."

"Because there were no witnesses, it was difficult to proceed with the charges and Grant was released on bail."

"However, there are new developments in the case."

He gritted his teeth and pointed to the photo of the little girl next to him: "With the efforts of colleagues in other departments, Maya bravely stood up and was willing to testify in court about Grant's robbery of the store."

"That's because of her." Irene crossed her chest and looked at Ethan, her voice dull:

"If the case goes to trial successfully, Grant will not only face five years in prison, but he will also have to say goodbye to his NBA career and his status as a future millionaire."

Not only millionaires, as long as you make it, tens of millions or billions are not impossible.

Nowadays, NBA salary is just like water injection.

Big contracts are emerging one after another.

It sounds like this man named Grant has an absolute motive for committing the crime.

On the one hand, he is making waves in the NBA and enjoying the money, beauty and spotlight. On the other hand, he is a little boy selling chrysanthemums in prison.

It's not unusual for Grant to make this choice.

There are some old black men, and Ethan simply cannot understand their thinking.

The future is bright, as long as you follow the steps, money, women, luxury cars, fame, all will be at your fingertips.

He just likes to have a hot head and cause trouble for himself.

I don’t know if it’s because I exercise too much. My brain is full of muscles and I can’t think like a normal person.

"Everyone."

Rusek put down the receiver and stood up: "I just contacted the coach of the Anderson High School basketball team. It was confirmed that Grant was playing a game in Evanston when the incident occurred."

"All in all, a lot of people confirmed that he had no time to commit the crime."

When the people present heard this, no one was surprised.

If you dare to attack the witness, you must find a way to clear the relationship. No matter how smart you are, you can still think of these things.

"This timing must be intentional."

Erin gritted her teeth and said, "The perfect alibi just proves that this bastard did it."

"okay."

Ethan took the pen from Antonio's hand, drew a red circle on Grant's name, and clicked vigorously: "Listing him as the first suspect, there is no doubt that he was hired to kill."

"The direction of the investigation is the people around Grant."

"Friends, relatives, coaches, possible invisible agents, anyone who can be linked to his interests, we need to investigate."

"Boss."

Atwater had been working hard in front of the computer. He stood up and interrupted Ethan: "I found something here."

The printer on the side made a swishing sound.

He walked over quickly, took out several documents and a photo, and quickly posted the photo on the whiteboard:

"I just called some old friends. Grant is a celebrity in a few blocks nearby. Everyone knows some things, so I quickly learned something about the situation."

After taking the information from Atwater's hand, Ethan frowned and read it.

The photo just posted is of a fierce-looking old black man, who looks to be in his forties and has a mournful look on his face.

"Devin Tucker."

Atwater wrote his name on the whiteboard, turned around and said to everyone: "He is the OG of the Evil Lords. His main business is arms smuggling. This guy is Grant's uncle."

OG can be understood as gang members with very senior qualifications.

It is unusual for people in a gang to mix seniority with seniority. Not just any older person can be called OG by others.

Experience, reputation, and authority are all indispensable.

"According to the information I heard, Tucker dotes on Grant very much."

Atwater paused and said urgently:

"Ever since Grant showed his talent, Tucker has spared no effort to cultivate him and protect Grant through his own relationships to keep him away from people on the road."

He was imprisoned in the Chicago Central Jail for illegal possession of a federally prohibited weapon.

Ethan looked at the line of information on the document and flicked it with his finger: "Do you think it was Grant's uncle who helped him operate in the prison and hired murderers?"

"definitely is."

Atwater looked at Ethan with steady eyes and nodded heavily: "With Grant's social connections, Tucker is the most likely to arrange such a thing."

"Based on past events, Tucker will not refuse his request."

"Um."

Ethan nodded and threw a piece of gum into his mouth.

The clues have probably been revealed. In addition to family ties, Grant is also Turk's future pension insurance.

Black celebrities and athletes all have an invisible rule.

When they become successful, they have the obligation to take those people who have helped them, whether it was running errands or anything else, to live a rich life together.

For example, former NBA superstar Allen Iverson had a lot of younger brothers.

There are countless examples of this,

In order to have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life, what Atwater said is very possible.

Looking at the others, they all looked deeply convinced.

In this case, Ethan knew what to do.

"Pop."

He clapped his hands and gave the order: "Old rules, if there is no surveillance video next to the intersection, then we will spread it. As long as there is surveillance video in the surrounding area, we will bring back all the surveillance footage for analysis."

"tomorrow."

Ethan looked at his watch: "Anyone of you who is free can visit the place near the incident."

"Maybe someone with a conscience will find out."

"As long as we find the shooter, we can work our way up there."

Ethan looked at Atwater and said in a deep voice: "As for Tucker, Hank and I will go talk to him tomorrow and see if we can find out anything."

Hank once revealed that he has good relations with prisons around Chicago.

Over the years, so many people have been arrested one after another, and I have become very familiar with the wardens.

Let him lead the way and things will get twice the result with half the effort.

"OK."

Atwater clapped his fists and quickly returned to his seat.

This guy has no intention of getting off work at all, he only wants to catch and convict the murderer.

This was a promise he made to his mother and a promise to himself.

Irene on the side also lowered her head and looked at the computer screen intently. Under the influence of the two of them, everyone stayed and worked overtime, and then gradually left in the dead of night.