My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 865 843+1 This is discrimination

"ah?"

The white man innocently pointed to Ethan's police badge: "You are the police officer. What are you here to ask about besides stolen goods?"

"You are so smart." Ethan nodded in agreement:

"Yes, your analysis makes sense."

"But."

He pointed to his cheek again: "Just talk, why are you sweating?"

After hearing what the other party said, the white man subconsciously touched his face.

The palms are clean, with no trace of sweat.

"Hahaha."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

One is proud, the other is embarrassed.

"Are you sure you have nothing to say?" Ethan pulled out the python revolver, placed it on the jewelry counter in front of him, and said with a smile: "Receiving and selling stolen goods is not a big crime."

"If you cooperate, I will pretend I didn't see all this."

"in addition."

He winked at the white man again: "Let me tell you a little secret, this diamond ring carries human life."

This time, I was really sweating.

Robbed or stolen, the problem is not that big, but when it comes to a life-and-life lawsuit, this pot-bellied white man is not so calm.

He wiped the cold sweat from his face and forced a smile:

"No problem, I'll cooperate, but I'm afraid of misfiring. Officer, can you put the gun away first?"

"This is the revolver."

Ethan touched the Python revolver and said calmly: "It's not that easy to misfire."

After saying that, his finger tapped lightly on the trigger.

The white man was shocked, quickly took out the keys hanging on his belt, and walked to the left side of the counter.

It's not easy to fire, but it's easy to pull the trigger.

A simple threat made the other party completely comply and not dare to make any more trouble.

The counter is full of all kinds of diamond rings, necklaces, and bracelets, which makes people happy. Everyone likes the exquisite handicrafts, and Ethan also started to appreciate them.

I just don’t know how much of it is stolen goods.

"A woman brought this for sale last week."

The white man opened the cabinet door from the inside and rummaged through the dense rings: "The shape is quite unique, so I will always remember it."

"As you know, we are open for business."

He quickly found the ring, and the guy put it on the black velvet on the counter with some embarrassment: "Some things are unavoidable."

Putting the gun away, Ethan casually took the diamond ring.

He had no intention of paying attention to the white man's excuse. Not many guys in a place like this had clean butts.

The diamond ring is very beautiful and shines brightly under the light.

After comparing it with the photo, it was confirmed that it was Belle's wedding ring. The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up and he held the ring tightly in his hand. His hard work paid off, and he was very lucky.

"If you tell me, the surveillance above is broken."

Ethan raised his head, looked at the surveillance camera, and said coldly: "Then I will be very angry. Please believe that you don't want to see me angry."

"of course not."

The owner of the jewelry store wiped his sweat and pointed to the computer next to him: "Here, I'll call it up for you."

Normally in a store like theirs, the surveillance cameras would not be broken.

After all, no one knows what they will receive.

Just like the current situation, they need video evidence to prove their innocence, which can be regarded as a wise way to protect themselves. When the white man called the surveillance, Ethan took out his mobile phone.

Now that something has been harvested here, others can return to the police station without continuing to search the streets.

The surveillance screen was quickly retrieved.

There was a black woman inside. When she took out the diamond ring, she made no attempt to dodge, so the surveillance screen clearly captured her face.

"Is there a possibility?"

Ethan picked up his phone and took a picture of the computer screen: "Do you happen to know this woman?"

At this time, the boss shook his head firmly.

"I'm just a businessman."

He said very seriously: "We never ask where those niggas come from or where the things in our hands come from. This is considered a rule."

"Snapped."

Ethan waved his hand and gave him a hard slap on the head.

"What the hell are you discriminating against?"

Another slap in the face: "You shouldn't call those nigos nigos, do you understand?"

"African American, not Nico."

"You can call me Nico?"

"asshole."

Talking and pumping at the same time.

He directly slapped the white man in the face and slapped him hard. These people also chewed the bones of dead people. They were beaten without any injustice.

If you can be let go, be happy.

There is a major breakthrough in the clues of the case, and the people in the intelligence team are in high spirits.

When Ethan walked into the main room, the photo of the woman he had just found was posted on the whiteboard. He was the last one to come back, and he was greeted with high fives and fist bumps as soon as he appeared.

The so-called prestige is established bit by bit in this way.

The reason why people are so concerned about Bain's case is because in the eyes of many police officers, this is the meaning of their work.

Give victims justice and give them justice.

This is much more meaningful than solving the fight between gangs and the fighting between street dealers.

"found it."

Before he could take a sip of coffee, Erin's cheers rang out from outside: "This woman is still on bail. She was arrested for drunken and reckless driving last month. Her address is in the file."

Not only can these people not run around if they don't want to lose their bail money.

Moreover, you must report in regularly.

They generally don't dare to write the address above, and they can basically guarantee that they will find the person.

"Very good."

"Awesome."

Excited shouts sounded one after another.

Ethan drank up the coffee in one gulp and walked out quickly.

"Let's go."

Seeing Irene pick up her phone and take pictures on the screen, he knocked on the table: "Let's go talk to that woman and see what she knows."

"What about us?" Antonio looked relaxed and asked happily:

"What do we need to do?"

"Waiting for news." Ethan spread his hands and looked at everyone: "I really want to find something to do, so I will do some research on this woman's social situation and who she is close to."

There weren't many clues that could be followed up, so studying these things was better than nothing.

The Cadillac's engine just stopped and soon started again.

Ethan drove at high speed along the address. As soon as he arrived at the address, Irene couldn't wait to open the car door. She gritted her teeth, straightened her clothes, and raised her middle finger to Ethan fiercely.

"Hahaha."

Ethan slammed the car door and asked meaningfully: "Are you sure you want to beat me?"

"Shet."

Erin was so frightened that she immediately put down her middle finger.

She gave Ethan an annoyed look and spread her hands: "Please, be serious, we have to do something serious."

"All right."

Ethan shrugged and walked into the stairs with her.