My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

The jet-black pistol lay in the mouse's hand.

The safety device above is indeed not activated, at least for now.

But there were so many people present, and no one was a fool.

Frazier waved the pistol around for a long time. If this was the case, the mouse would have been in a fight with this guy long ago, and the confrontation would not have reached this level.

Although the mouse's words were heard, no one around him said a word.

Including the most angry ones, Horsted and Platt, also pursed their lips, not wanting to expose this clumsy lie.

Ethan smiled, reached out and grabbed the handle of the gun, and picked up the Beretta M.

He weighed it in his hand.

Meeting his gaze, the mouse nodded firmly.

This move made him appreciate the mouse even more. It was obvious that this guy wanted to let Fraser go, at least he didn't want the other party to be sentenced so severely.

The chaos in the reception hall soon subsided.

The crisis has also been resolved.

Fraser's head was firmly pressed to the ground, and he could only gasp and scream unwillingly against the floor. At this moment, the pairs of shoes in front of him separated.

He walked up to him with strong, shiny combat boots.

The peripheral vision of his eyes kept flicking up, but he could only see the opponent's waist and crotch, and had no idea who it was.

Bend your knees and squat down.

"I don't like the way you threaten me." Ethan poked Fraser on the head with the Beretta M9 in full view of everyone: "But I appreciate everything you have done for your daughter."

"Sarah, I'll keep looking."

He stood up again and strode towards the intelligence team stairs: "As I promised!"

"but."

He waved his hand and said impatiently: "Mr. Fraser, you'd better go to the temporary detention warehouse and stay there."

Finding someone is enough of a headache.

No need for anyone to cause trouble behind you.

After the crisis was resolved, Hank also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly directed the situation on the scene to restore the 21st Precinct to its original appearance as soon as possible.

The guys from the intelligence team who came back early also hurried upstairs.

There are one or more kidnapped and imprisoned girls outside waiting for them to rescue. It is far from the time to celebrate. Next, they still need to race against time.

"Click."

Ethan grabbed the slide and pulled it back, and a bullet flew out of the ejection port.

His right hand grabbed it like lightning and held it firmly.

The magazine was withdrawn, and he pressed out the bullets one by one.

While going up the stairs, he was operating all of this, his movements were smooth and smooth.

"Give."

Without shying away from the people behind him, he put all the bullets in his pocket and handed the empty gun to the mouse: "If you want to help Fraser, the only way is to register it as an empty gun."

"The only option is to charge him with reckless endangerment."

After taking the gun, the mouse stood blankly at the stairs, and the people following him patted his shoulders one after another.

Horsted hugged him even harder.

"This is."

He looked at his old comrade blankly and lifted up the Beretta M9 in his hand:

"Perjury?"

Horsted scratched his neck: "Isn't that what you just did?"

"But."

The mouse was obviously a little stupid: "I'm not in front of so many people, right?"

"Don't worry, no one will pursue anything like what Fraser experienced." Halsted hugged him hard again, smiled and shook his head: "This is Sheriff Morgan's style, you just get used to it. ." "It's just that I didn't expect that you would let him go so easily."

"Fraser is not a murderer."

The mouse smiled hoarsely and shrugged: "Just a desperate father, that's all."

As the 21st Precinct gradually returned to its previous order, members of the intelligence team also returned one by one.

Information is also constantly summarized and returned.

"Trevor Dunn."

Antonio took a bite of his burger and posted a photo on the whiteboard: "This is a photo found on the victim's Facebook. Once the girl was kidnapped, the Facebook account was quickly deleted."

"Luckily, we found this Romeo on cloud backup."

The person in the photo has shaggy brown hair.

Her teeth are white, her smile is very bright, and she gives off a very sunny feeling. She is the type that most girls cannot resist.

"Neither the Crime Information Center nor the DMV has information about this person."

Atwater took a sip of coke and pushed the keyboard aside: "I now doubt whether this person is fake. You all know that you can't trust the photos on the Internet."

"Who knows if it was made."

Rusek took the words and looked at the information that had just been sent back: "Some hair and several fingerprints were extracted at the scene."

"But matching takes time."

"Most importantly, those people also need to have a criminal record."

Ethan was also eating the burger in his hand, squinting at the photos on the whiteboard. It was already obvious how these people committed the crime.

Find a sunny and handsome person and register an account on a social networking site with a fake ID.

Then create various images that the girls next door who are ignorant of the world like, such as the humorous type, the young and wealthy type, the sensitive and artistic type, whatever you want, as long as you can trick people into meeting offline.

As soon as they met, they quickly canceled their accounts.

You can knock people out in just one meal, and then you can do whatever you want.

Selling money, selling human bodies, selling organs.

This kind of business is as sinful as it is, and it is so dark that even normal people cannot understand it.

It seems that their current opponent is this kind of gang.

"Where's the mouse?"

Erin grabbed a handful of fries and stuffed it into her mouth, asking vaguely.

"Doing some fun stuff."

Ethan swallowed the last bite of the burger, biting the Coke straw and said, "We don't have that much time to queue up at the forensics office. It's time for the mouse to use his best tactics."

After suppressing her doubts, Erin grabbed the paper in front of her and spoke out the information one after another.

No one knows whether what they find is useful until it is determined, so it is very necessary to communicate with each other.

In the Chase Room, various situations were analyzed one by one.

Nadia stopped tinkering with the report and started listening carefully, which would be very helpful for her future police career.

Half an hour passed quietly.

"Union Station."

Mouse swung his arms and rushed up the stairs, excitedly thrusting a piece of information into Ethan's hand: "I will conduct a reverse search for photos on various social networking sites as you said."

"I locked one of the accounts and hacked in and found that the other person had invited a girl to come to Chicago for a visit."

"The chat history between the two mentioned bus number 946 at Union Station."

"Arriving at the station in just an hour."

"Boom."

Slapping the photo on the whiteboard next to him, the mouse gritted his teeth and said, "The name is Trevor Dunn." (End of Chapter)