My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the intelligence team, a briefing meeting is underway.

Atwater didn't stop talking. He frowned and continued: "Through the conversation between the two of them, I discovered that there is someone behind this Lan."

"These are the exact words."

Staring at the record book in his hand, Atwater read seriously: "Even if I give you time, he won't. What I want you to do is not much, just find out the origins of those people."

"If you can't do it, you know what will happen."

After speaking, he put away the notebook.

He shrugged, indicating that this was the important news he had heard.

Pulling up the radish and bringing out the mud was something they expected, so they didn't feel surprised.

Ethan tapped his fingers on the table, and the next step was to find this blue.

Follow him again and find the person behind him.

Just as everyone was thinking about how to find the person behind them, footsteps came from the side. The duck-billed hat came into view first, followed by a large bouquet of delicate roses.

This bouquet of flowers attracts everyone's attention.

Ethan opened his mouth and watched in surprise as Olinsky walked up holding a bouquet of roses.

"Hey."

He handed the rose to Nadia with some embarrassment and scratched his gray beard: "This thing can't be put in the locker. I'm afraid it will be crushed. Can you help me find a place to put it?"

"no problem."

Nadia quickly stood up and took the rose carefully: "Just put it in the tea room, and just add a little water from time to time."

Although I really want to ask if it was given to his wife.

However, Nadia was still very sensible and suppressed her curiosity. If she asked this question, it would be too embarrassing if she gave it to someone else.

Taking the roses, she was going to the tea room.

"Wait a moment."

Olinsky stopped her movement and took out a piece of change from his pocket: "When you are free later, help me go to the gift shop and buy another card. It's for Meredith. Just write on it. .”

When he said this, he hesitated.

They were an old married couple, and it was this kind of thing, and he didn't know what to say.

"no problem."

Nadia took the change and nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

She knew very well what happened to the other party.

Like Pratt's character, Nadia is the intelligence team's informant. Because she often needs to help with these chores, she knows everyone's family gossip.

He could figure out that Nadia was happier than the other party.

"Um."

Olinsky rubbed his nose and said no more.

He turned his head and looked at everyone.

Everyone in the group shook their heads and looked at the whiteboard, as if it was covered with Franklins.

For this kind of thing, save some face for the old man.

A group of people went blind collectively, as if they didn't see anything.

"Okay, stop pretending."

Olinsky threw a candy cane into his mouth and walked to his seat angrily. After thinking about it, he still couldn't let go of this relationship. After decades, he could just break it off at any time. of.

Since he didn't care, everyone stopped pretending.

The awkward atmosphere eased instantly.

Ethan took the lead and gave him a high-five. He had nothing to say, just encouragement and that was it.

"I have an idea."

When Orlinsky sat down, Antonio raised his hands and expressed his thoughts: "Based on the monitored information, we can draw a conclusion that this club manager is finished."

"No matter how much he inquires, he can't find out that we did it."

"The purity of this batch is very high."

"Based on the market value, it's about two million dollars."

"Either he escapes or he stays and dies."

Ethan shook his head and sneered: "He absolutely can't escape. For this amount of money, these people will search the entire United States to find him."

"That's what I meant."

Antonio gritted his teeth and said, "Let me tell you, we don't have to think so much and just capture him directly."

"Cooperating with us to catch the person behind it is his only chance to survive."

Only by pulling out this thread can the club manager have a chance to survive. Otherwise, no matter how he escapes, it will be useless.

It is also very scary for a single person to go crazy and look for someone.

That guy doesn't have that much money to remain anonymous for the rest of his life.

"That makes sense." Ethan jumped off his desk, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and bring him back."

The other party is being monitored and it is easy to find the location.

Antonio stood up and called for Horsted and Rusek to go out with him and bring the people back without any difficulty.

More than half an hour later, the interrogation room.

The club manager looked restless and anxious.

He was already anxious and angry, but now he was brought to the police station. It was said that a customer at the Angel Strip Club reported missing valuables, and he needed to come over to assist in the investigation.

In desperation, my gums ached.

"Hey, is anyone there?"

He anxiously shouted in the mirror: "I don't have time to play with you. Damn it, I need to find a lawyer."

"He's in a hurry."

Ethan looked at the other side of the mirror with a smile: "It seems that those people are very scary and they are forcing him very hard. If this guy can't handle it, he will definitely cooperate."

"How about someone go play with me?"

"I."

Erin took the lead and walked directly to the side.

Everyone else sighed regretfully, and everyone wanted to go over and interrogate him. If they could solve the mystery in front of him later, the reaction of the other party would be very interesting.

"Good morning."

Pushing open the door of the interrogation room, Eileen went in first: "How's it going? Do you need a cup of coffee?"

"I think you're not in good spirits."

The dark circles under his high forehead were so heavy that they looked like they were painted on. After not sleeping all night, the club manager certainly looked bad, and a blister appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"No."

The other party said angrily: "Listen, there are so many people coming in and out of the club every day."

"We have no obligation to help keep things."

"I know."

Ethan followed closely, stretched out his arms, and sat directly on the table: "Nothing else, I just want to chat with you."

The stainless steel tabletop feels a little cold to the touch.

"Hey."

The club manager was frightened by his actions and shrank back. He raised his hands and tried to stand up: "Now I feel that I am not assisting the investigation. This is a bad idea. I want to leave."

"Don't worry."

Irene pressed him down and threw out a small bag of things: "Do you recognize this thing?"

"Snapped."

A package of passion falls on the table.

"Listen, I don't know what you want to do." The club manager's eyes flashed and he shook his head quickly: "I'm just responsible for managing the club. There are guests who want to touch this kind of thing."

"Sometimes, there's nothing we can do."

"oh?"

Erin also sat down on the table and asked with a smile: "So, do you also sell unique products in your own club?"

"Absolutely impossible."

The manager spread his hands and said excitedly: "I'm doing a regular business, it's not like you don't know."

"do not move."

Ethan stepped on his thigh and stretched out his hand cheerfully: "You are too clean, why don't you even change your clothes?"

"By the way, Lan, how much time does he give you?"

The manager turned his head and watched helplessly as the other party pulled a bug from his collar.

"clatter."

The bug was thrown on the table and turned around several times.

"Fakemi."

The manager swallowed hard and looked as if he had eaten shit.

Thanks to the dead soul’s wish brother for the reward and support, thank you!