My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at this girl's beautiful face, Ethan was in a trance.

It was as if I saw that Eastern European girl from last night.

The two of them have the same beautiful faces, but unfortunately, their fates are different.

A person's fragrance disappears and his jade dies.

The other one still had the opportunity to lie in bed and enjoy the warmth of the sun.

At this, he sighed.

He looked at Nadia and nodded appreciatively to her. No matter what, she had saved a life, so there was no need to be harsh on her.

Facing Ethan's gaze, Nadia was confused for a while.

However, the appreciation can be felt.

Her chest dropped slightly and she pursed her lips.

"I'm Ethan Morgan."

He pulled a chair over and sat down, taking out the record book from his pocket: "Chicago Police Department, Sergeant of the Intelligence Group of the 21st Precinct."

"Miss Alyssa."

He tapped the pen on the record book and looked at the woman lying on the hospital bed: "If you know the information about the independent workshop, I hope you can tell us. This can help many people."

Catching street dealers doesn't make much sense.

But the workshop is different, it is still worth buying.

"I see."

Alyssa grabbed the quilt with both hands and evaded her eyes: "I was a stripper before and worked in a strip club called Angel."

"Okay, you continue."

Ethan nodded, writing and drawing on his hands.

This is considered a legitimate profession, there is nothing to say about it.

"Club manager." Alyssa sniffed and continued: "I have dated him several times."

"So, I know some things that others don't know."

"The basement of that club was a packaging workshop. They used the business upstairs as a cover and started measuring and packaging down below."

She looked at the small bag in Irene's hand and struggled with her eyes:

"Passion is packaged from the Angel Club. This small bag was a gift given to me by the manager of that club yesterday."

Looking at the other party's eyes, Erin quickly put away the bag.

There is no need to hold this thing in front of her. It is difficult to resist this kind of thing with willpower.

Ethan tapped the record book and raised his eyebrows.

These guys are really smart.

In order to avoid risks, you can really think of any way.

A place like a strip club has a mixed crowd.

Arranging a few people to go to the basement for packaging, it was really unnoticed. Most people would not think that there is such a unique product packaging workshop under the strip club.

"This club manager."

He looked at Alyssa and asked, "Is he the leader of this lone criminal gang?"

"No." Alyssa shook her head:

"From what I've learned, he was just running the strip club and making sure the basement was functioning properly."

"There are people above him."

"But I don't know who they are."

After asking for the location of the basement and some key information, the conversation between the two ended. Although the information was still a bit vague, it was enough and gave them a lot of help.

"Thanks."

Ethan closed the notebook and nodded with satisfaction.

He thought for a moment and then looked at Nadia: "You don't have to go to the police station today. Just stay here with your friends."

"By the way, you're on the field."

After scolding, you should also give a sweet date.

Anyway, the money spent was not her own. Nadia’s mistake this time can be regarded as a meritorious service.

"Thanks."

Nadia twirled her fingers, a little embarrassed.

Hank had been standing behind silently just now, and now he didn't intend to speak. After getting the news he wanted, he showed a hint of joy on his lips and walked out of the ward first.

Erin nodded to Nadia, turned around and followed out.

Leaving the coffee behind, Ethan patted the notebook and returned outside.

"Let's go."

Although Hank was a little excited, he still suppressed his emotions. He waved and said, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Erin shrugged and continued to follow.

Precinct 21, Violent Crimes Unit.

Hank's office was filled with smoke, and both of them were puffing away at the cigarettes in their hands.

Erin waved her hand, walked quickly to the side, and pushed the window open.

When Ethan saw this, he quickly put out the cigarette butt.

Compared with his own office, Hank's office is very simple, with just some office supplies. In the filing cabinet next to it, various case files are densely packed together.

There were photo frames of family members on the table, and Irene was among them, with a silly smile on her face.

Judging from his age, he should be around seventeen or eighteen years old.

The delicate face still has baby fat.

"What do you think?"

Erin noticed that Ethan was staring at her photo. She walked over calmly, sat down on the table, and blocked the other person's sight: "Shall we go and arrest him ourselves?"

"no."

Before Ethan could speak, Hank shook his head and objected: "If you capture one workshop, another one will come out soon."

"Our goal is to catch the people behind."

Taking down the workshop is just a temporary solution.

You have to catch the guy behind to completely cut off this line.

Therefore, Eileen's suggestion was not within his scope of consideration.

"Monitor it?"

Eileen then expressed her opinion: "But there is a drawback to this. We are not sure when the club manager will contact the upline, and we don't know how he will contact him."

"Could we just watch these unique products continue to leak out and harm people?"

Of course, Hank knew this, which was why he smoked heavily. Monitoring, he didn’t know how long he would have to wait.

Ten days and a half month is not impossible.

He didn't want to wait that long. This heroin called passion had already killed dozens of people in a few months.

Now that he knows the location of the workshop, he also wants to get rid of it as soon as possible.

But catching the person behind is obviously more important, and now things are a bit complicated.

Biting the cigarette, he shook his head slowly.

Being in a dilemma, Irene sat down angrily, and when Hank wasn't paying attention, she pinched Ethan's thigh hard.

"bump."

Ethan grinned and patted the table.

"I have an idea."

He glanced at Eileen and pretended to deal with you later: "Not only can we get rid of this den without disturbing the people behind, but we can also get the club manager on the line quickly."

Erin chuckled and quickly took her hand back.

Ethan shifted his gaze and looked at Hank: "However, this method may require Director Fisher's approval."

"oh?"

When Hank heard this, he immediately became interested: "There is such a good way, can you tell me about it?"

"If it's feasible, I'll go talk to the director."

"This passion is now a key target. As long as it's not too outrageous, there's no problem."

Hearing this, Ethan laughed happily.

This laughter made Hank's heart tremble, as he seemed to be heading in an unexpected direction.