My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After the bartender said a few words to the people next to him, he walked out of the bar.

He led Ethan and the two of them inside. In the back area, there were rooms. From time to time, people were seen coming in and out. Everyone knew what these rooms were used for.

Along the corridor, I came to an empty room.

The bartender waved, Ethan nodded, held Erin in his arms and walked into the room with a smile.

The decoration style inside is consistent with the outside.

What stands out is the bright red and gold. This color is more likely to evoke people's inner desires.

"bump."

The door was closed by the bartender. He couldn't wait to unbutton his vest and said happily: "You can have fun however you want. In fact, this gentleman can also come with us. I don't mind this."

"Click."

Ethan twisted his fingers and locked the door.

The soundproofing of the room was good, it became very quiet inside, and the sound of the bartender taking off his clothes could be heard clearly.

"Excuse me."

Looking at the little brother who had already taken off his shirt, Erin said with a cold face: "I mind."

She opened her small handbag and took out her police badge:

"Chicago police."

The bartender stopped unbuttoning his belt. He stared blankly at the silver police badge and swallowed.

"Snapped."

Ethan walked up from behind and slapped him on the back of the head: "We'll ask you a few questions. Please cooperate honestly."

"Farke."

The bartender screamed in pain and quickly buckled his belt: "Do you know where this place is?"

"The one with the white hair at the end of the hall is the judge."

"In the room next to him is a very famous construction developer in this city."

He looked at the police badge in Erin's hand and said disdainfully: "If you still don't understand, let me put it more bluntly. This place is protected by people who you cannot offend."

"Bang."

Ethan flew up and kicked the bartender to the sofa next to him.

He quickly came closer, raised his foot and pressed hard on his chest, making this guy unable to move: "In the White House, there is a president sitting, and in the Kremlin, there is also a president."

"You know, do they have anything in common with the people you just talked about?"

Ethan's face was expressionless, and he secretly exerted force on his feet: "The one thing these people have in common is that they have nothing to do with you, understand?"

The opponent must be suppressed in the shortest possible time.

Being calm and calm will only make the other party feel insecure and will not cooperate with the work.

"Shet."

The bartender felt a sharp pain in his chest, frowned and said, "I understand, what do you want to do?"

"You'd better really know." Ethan let go of his feet and grinned: "Those people you just mentioned will definitely spare no effort to protect the Red Bridge Club. As for protecting you!"

"Believe it or not, I have a hundred ways to get you into prison."

There are some words that don’t need to be said clearly, even the bartender understands them.

Here he is, nothing more than a plaything.

And the bastard opposite had such a scary smile that it made the hairs on his arms stand up.

"Yeah, I'm sure I got it."

The bartender sighed helplessly: "Whatever you want to do, I'm serious about it. If you want to deal with the Red Bridge Club, I advise you to stop. I even met one of your deputy directors last month."

Hearing this, the corners of Eileen's mouth twitched.

Well, if the judge can come, it's not unusual to have a deputy director. Human beings are always bound to have their emotions and desires.

"rest assured."

Ethan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the surveillance screenshot of the jewelry store: "I only need you to help me identify one person. It has nothing to do with the Red Bridge Club, so you don't have anything to worry about."

Hearing this, the bartender breathed a sigh of relief.

If I were to help them deal with the Red Bridge Club, I really didn't have the courage. At worst, it would be better to get a beating than to lose my life.

Now it's about recognizing people, so there's no psychological burden.

After taking the other party's cell phone, the bartender squinted his eyes and glanced at it, then raised his head and said with a confused expression: "What are you looking for Terry for?"

"Um?"

Ethan was overjoyed and kept a calm expression on his face: "How did you know he was Terry?"

"Please."

The bartender handed the phone back to Ethan, rubbed his chest and said, "He and I are both bartenders here. You can recognize him even from the back of his head, let alone the side."

Ethan and Irene looked at each other, both showing excitement.

This time, we came to the right place.

With just one word from the other party, it was confirmed that the person responsible for selling the stolen goods was Terry.

Then the gunman last night was most likely also him.

"Thanks."

Erin spread her hands and asked, "What information can you give us about this Terry?"

"Like, his full name."

"In this place, no one will tell their colleagues their full name." The bartender shook his head. He remembered something and said proactively:

"But in the afternoon, he asked me if I knew any jewelers."

Damn, I didn’t expect that guy would dare to come to work.

But yes, since Roslin's competitors dare not accept the batch of diamonds, Terry will definitely have to find a way to get rid of the stolen goods. Where else can it be easier to find all kinds of connections between people than here.

"Then what?"

Ethan approached the bartender and asked in a deep voice: "In other words, Terry still works here?"

"No, he's on leave."

The bartender waved his hands and said quickly: "I don't know any jewelers, so Terry continued to ask other colleagues for information. I don't know anything else."

"By the way, what did he commit?"

"robbery."

Ethan stepped on the sofa and said sternly: "Kill!"

The bartender boy trembled when he heard this.

He looked at Irene, and after receiving a positive nod from the other party, his expression was visibly flustered.

Unexpectedly, I was chatting and spanking with a murderer in the afternoon.

"I know you don't know." Ethan waved his hand and pointed to the door with a cold tone: "But go out immediately and help us find out. Otherwise, I will count you as an accomplice."

"Hey."

The bartender was so excited that he wanted to stand up: "I don't know anything, I haven't done anything."

"be honest."

Ethan held him down and said coldly: "I believe you have nothing to do with this matter, but I also believe you must understand what framing is, right?"

"Don't think about notifying anyone, just go ahead and we'll wait for you here."

The bartender opened and closed his mouth a few times and almost laughed in anger. He nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll go find out the news, but I can't guarantee anything."

"Don't say such things." Ethan patted his shoulder gently:

"Go ahead, I believe in your ability."

"Otherwise, I will let you see what I am capable of."

The bartender grabbed the vest that he had just thrown on the ground and put it on dejectedly. He took a deep breath and then walked outside.

Thanks to brother A Tian for your reward and support, thank you!