My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Early the next morning, Ethan approached Hank.

Hank had also heard about what happened last night. This case of witness murder is now attracting the most attention due to the special nature of the victim.

If he hadn't been free last night, he should have been there.

After some communication, the two drove to the Chicago Central Prison together and directly found the warden's office.

"Riggs."

As soon as he walked into the office, Hank laughed and shook his arms with an old white man in a suit and silver hair: "The card game last week was very exciting, why don't you come over?"

"no way."

The warden named Riggs returned to his seat, sat down, spread his hands and said:

“My grandson is at a school football game and you think I want to watch a bunch of little brats running around on the lawn?”

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Hank introduced Ethan to the warden.

After some tossing, the purpose of coming was revealed.

The reason why I went to the warden directly was to use his authority to bring Tucker to a suitable place to talk.

In other words, it is a convenient place to get your hands dirty.

Facing that kind of person, you probably won't be able to get much information without using some means.

Of course, the main reason is to deceive something.

After hearing that a ten-year-old girl had been shot dead, the warden agreed. Older people are particularly susceptible to such things.

He told the two of them to wait in the office and walked out of the room alone.

"Hey."

After the old man left, Ethan chewed his cigarette and looked at Hank: "You knew so many people in the surrounding prisons, why were you treated so miserably at that time?"

"You're an asshole."

Every time he comes to prison, this guy has to mention his dark history.

Hank rolled his eyes and explained angrily: "Even if I know someone, so what, you can't arrange a 24-hour caretaker for me."

"If we do that, we will only receive more vicious revenge."

Yes, Ethan shrugged.

There are a lot of people in prison who are serving life sentences. These people do evil things without any scruples.

It's not impossible to arrange a separate room for Hank so that he can't leave his house, but what the hell is that different from confinement?

The two discussed countermeasures again and then became quiet.

The time jumped minute by minute, half an hour passed quickly, and Hank looked at his watch impatiently.

With the warden taking action, how could it be so slow.

After a few more minutes, footsteps finally sounded. The two quickly stood up and looked out the door.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

The warden shrugged and introduced the man who stood up: "This is a special agent from the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms."

Ethan suddenly felt bad when he heard about the Tobacco and Firearms Administration.

He knew very well why Tucker was imprisoned. It was a federal felony, and now a special agent from the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms showed up. It seemed that their plan was in trouble.

The man in the black suit shook hands with the two of them respectively, and said with a half-smile:

"I heard that you want to see Tucker."

"We have been persuading Tucker for six months and have been trying to get him to reveal the arms supplier behind him. Why are you here?"

Hank frowned and said in a hoarse voice:

"I didn't expect him to be so popular."

"We were looking for him because we suspected Tucker had hired someone to kill a ten-year-old girl."

"So?" The black suit shrugged, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "Just when he finally wants to cooperate with us, you want to run out and scare him, so that we will waste all our efforts?"

"Sorry, don't even think about it."

The warden sitting behind the desk touched his chin, trying to find a compromise:

"Actually, that's what Boyett was thinking."

"My meaning has been expressed very clearly." The black suit interrupted the warden unceremoniously and said with a crooked corner of his mouth:

"I told you, Tucker, don't touch it."

"I can't let you get in touch with him. Anything that makes that guy change his mind can't happen."

"If you dare to touch him, you are hindering ATF from handling the case."

When speaking, there was a tone that could not be denied.

There was still a playful smile on his face.

"Hey."

Ethan took a deep breath from his cigarette and sprayed a stream of white mist onto the face of the man in the black suit who deserved a beating: "Put away your damn smiling face, or I will punch you."

"The Chicago Police Department is not your subordinate department. What the hell is your attitude?"

"Cough cough cough."

The black suit was caught off guard and choked on his cigarette a few times.

He widened his eyes and was about to get angry, but found two pairs of cold eyes staring at him.

I had a hunch that these two Chicago cops in front of me really dared to hit someone.

"No manners at all."

The black suit took a deep breath, put away the smile on his face and looked at the warden: "I have made it clear that other law enforcement agencies will never be allowed to approach Tucker."

He looked at Ethan and left in anger.

"What a rude guy."

The white-haired warden shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Boyt, I'm very sorry. I can't do anything about your request."

"but."

He looked at Ethan and gave a thumbs up: "I like what you did just now."

"Let me tell you, you are a true gentleman."

"Thanks."

Ethan stubbed out his cigarette butt on the ashtray and shook his head.

Taking advantage of your words has no effect.

It is still impossible for them to bypass the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms and take advantage of Tucker. Now that it has been exposed, the other party will definitely keep a close eye on Tucker.

The trip to prison ended hastily.

The two returned to the police station, and Hank was not in a hurry to leave. As the operations director, he still had to pay close attention to this case.

Therefore, we returned to the intelligence team together.

There was no one up there except Atwater and Nadia.

Seeing them entering the office, Atwater immediately followed them: "How's it going? Is there any good news?"

"No."

Ethan shook his head and returned to his seat: "Turk has been targeted by the federal department."

"So, we didn't get a chance to talk to him."

"damn it."

When Atwater heard this, he shook his fist in frustration.

"Go ahead and get busy."

Ethan took a sip of the cold coffee, shrugged and said, "In this situation, we can only find a way to find the gunman as soon as possible."

Hank sat down on the chair.

He opened the case file on the table and learned about the case.

"I have an idea."

Atwater did not leave. He rolled his eyes and looked at Ethan excitedly: "We cannot passively search, we must take the initiative."

"you say."

Ethan put down the cup: "I'm listening."

It's not that I haven't thought about taking the initiative, but that requires a goal.

Now that Atwater has an idea, he might as well listen to it.

"Get me in."

Atwater clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go to jail as an undercover agent. I will get close to Tucker and find a way to get him to say that he hired someone to kill someone."

"Since we follow normal procedures, we have no way to contact Tucker."

"Then, let's try following the abnormal process."

"ah?"

Ethan blinked and looked at Atwater.

Are all young people today so brave?

It's a great move, but the risk is too great.

"no."

Sure enough, Hank categorically rejected: "You are kidding with your own life. This is not how you solve a case."

What is that place, a prison!

Hank knows this very well. He doesn't want to experience that kind of place where he can't even sleep peacefully for a second time, and he doesn't want his men to experience it either.

If an undercover officer is exposed inside, there is always danger.

At the end of the day, one of them will be seriously injured.

"Listen, that's the neighborhood near me." Atwater looked at Hank excitedly: "Do you remember what you often say? Chicago is our city, and outsiders are not allowed to cause damage."

"My heart is not that big."

He spread his hands and said in a trembling voice: "For me, it's just my neighborhood, and I don't want to see anyone causing damage there."

"Maya, that little girl."

Atwater looked at Ethan and swallowed: "As big as my sister, I seemed to see my sister lying in a pool of blood last night. My heart was broken."

"look into my eyes."

He turned to look at Hank again and said quickly: "Do you see my determination?"

"I'm not afraid of danger, not afraid."

"Service, dedication, and doing my part for the community, isn't that why you recruited me into the Intelligence Unit?"

"Unless you tell me, this isn't a good idea."

Unexpectedly, Atwater said such a large number of words, which gave Ethan a new understanding of him.

This guy has his own persistence.

Hank stared into Atwater's eyes, which contained nothing but determination and enthusiasm.

"Let me do it!"

Atwater said to Hank extremely seriously.

He looked at Ethan again, with a hint of prayer.

"Officer Atwater."

Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "Please go out and close the door."

When Atwater was filled with disappointment, Hank continued: "I need to discuss this matter with your sergeant. You go out and wait for news."

"OK."

The big black man scratched his head and walked out excitedly, closing the door carefully at the same time.

Through the blinds, I saw him rubbing his palms together and returning to his seat.

"What do you think?"

Hank turned around and lit a cigarette: "The undercover approach will have an effect."

"The risk is high, but it's worth trying." Ethan took a cigarette and flicked the filter tip downwards towards the table:

"Atwater has lived there all his life and is very familiar with the surrounding situation."

"He should not reveal his secret."

Seeing that the tobacco inside was compacted by the impact, Ethan pinched a small section of cigarette paper that was free:

"He is a suitable person to get close to Tucker."

"Finding the shooter is the next best thing."

He burned the cigarette paper with a lighter and sprayed out white mist: "The most important thing is that we need to implement the crime of paying someone to kill someone and let those people get the punishment they deserve."

Inside the office, smoke filled the air.

Both of them are weighing the pros and cons. This kind of undercover mission is really dangerous.

The main thing is, being alone.

"I disagree."

Hank slowly exhaled the smoke and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Unless you go too."

"Cough cough cough~"

Inside the Sheriff's Office, there was a violent cough.

This movement caused Atwater and Nadia to quickly raise their heads and look in, especially Atwater, whose butt was as restless as if he were sitting on a nail.

The coughing stopped quickly.

Ethan grabbed the cup and took a sip of coffee, suppressing his dry and itchy throat.

"Why?"

Putting down the cup, he spread his hands towards Hank: "Is it because I'm more handsome?"

"This is not the time to joke." Hank looked at the ceiling and slowly exhaled smoke: "I thought about it for safety and to avoid those guys from the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms."

"I need you to get in."

"Atwater's idea is a good one."

"But in that case, we can't let anyone know about this undercover operation except the warden, including the prison guards."

"so."

Hank stared at Ethan and said with a smile: "This is to ensure his safety, not because you are more handsome, mainly because you are tougher."

Ethan rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"The best thing you can say is fists."

The case file on the table was spread out by Hank, and the photo of the little girl last night was on the top.

She looks sweet and very cute.

It's a pity that the sun this morning can no longer be seen.

The empty eyes seemed to be staring at him, and the pool of blood underneath them looked particularly dazzling.

Ethan gritted his teeth, those guys could do something to such a little girl.

There is only one word to describe it, beast.

In order to avenge her, he had no choice but to break into the Chicago Central Prison.

"Let's wait until they come back."

He scratched his cheek and said helplessly: "Let's see if there are any new discoveries first."

Whether there are any new discoveries does not actually affect this matter.

In the final analysis, they have to trick Tucker into telling whether Grant was involved. Otherwise, even if they catch the gunman and successfully get him to talk, there is a high probability that they will only be able to testify against Tucker.

In the afternoon, everyone came back one after another.

They held a brief meeting to communicate with each other, but nothing was gained.

No one from the nearby blocks was willing to come forward.

Seeing this, Ethan could only nod to Hank, who immediately took out his mobile phone, stood up and walked to the balcony of the tea room.

Say one thousand, preach ten thousand.

This plan ultimately requires the cooperation of the warden.

Noticing the actions of the two of them, Atwater grabbed his fists excitedly and looked towards the balcony hopefully.

"Atwater, Antonio."

A few minutes later, Hank came back from the balcony. He pointed at the two people, waved to Ethan, and walked to the office.

In the doubtful eyes of others, they followed one after another.

"bump."

Door, close tightly.

"After thinking about it, your plan is good."

Hank sat on the table and looked at Atwater: "I just had a phone call with the Chicago Central Prison, and the warden agreed to help us make arrangements."

"But he has one condition."

"You must be careful. If his identity is exposed, he will terminate the operation immediately."