My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 387 I Like This Name

Hearing what he said, Ethan flicked the cigarette ash.

Hank confessed to himself.

With this money, he is truly his own.

Seeing Hank's rock-steady hands and firm eyes, Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke:

"In other words, this is protection money?"

"You can understand that."

Hank looked at Ethan, who was smoking a cigarette, and he was still a little nervous. He originally wanted to observe for a while, but after thinking about it, it would be better to have a showdown from the beginning.

According to what he knew about Ethan, even if he refused, he would not report himself.

In this way, it can also appear more sincere.

Although Phillips said that Ethan is also an unruly person, but this is collecting black money, I don't know if he will resist this, so Hank is a little nervous.

"Nobody will know you took the money except me and Orlinski."

Hank moved his hand forward:
"Don't worry, all the troubles are mine."

"Call it protection money, please."

Ethan reached out and took the stack of banknotes with a smile: "I like this name better."

"Haha."

Hank smiled and turned the steering wheel: "You can call it whatever you want, even the cleaning fee."

"Although the money is not much for you, I called you here. If you have my share, you will have your share."

"I have to say." Ethan unfolded the money in his hand:

"You are a nice person."

There is not much money, only fifteen hundred dollars, and only six thousand a month, but it is better than nothing.

I don't count myself as a white worker for the rent.

He didn't dare to accept this money. He has even done speed robbery.

As long as there is no risk and you can charge as much as you have, even if the Ministry of Internal Affairs wants to investigate, Hank will stand in front of you.

After Ethan accepted the money, Hank also relaxed.

On the street, six people wearing police body armor walked forward quickly.

It took Antonio a little time to find the address of that Eric Cooper.

A group of people came to the door again and continued to follow the trail of Bazhuo.

Under Hank's command, Eileen and Horstead went around to the back door, and Ethan and Antonio walked up the steps to the front door.

The afternoon sun shone golden on Antonio's dog tag.

He stood cautiously by the door and knocked heavily:
"Eric Cooper, Chicago Police Department, open the door."

Turn on the radar, and there are no light spots in the house.

Ethan glanced at the door lock and found that there were signs of damage on the door frame. He patted Antonio and pointed to the door frame.

The two looked back at Hank, and he ordered without hesitation:

"Break the door."

Antonio raised the shotgun loaded with door-breaking bullets and pointed it at the door lock.

After Ethan took a few steps back, he immediately pulled the trigger.

"Boom."

After a gunshot, there was a hole in the door lock.

Antonio kicked over again and kicked the door open.

"police."

He yelled to identify himself, and charged in, shotgun in hand.

Ethan knew that no one was inside, so he just held the gun in his hand.

Following the yells of safety, he also came to the living room. There was indeed no one in it, but a white man's head was clearly stacked on the bar between the living room and the kitchen.

On the ground next to it lay a headless corpse.

Ethan avoided the bloodstains, and took a few steps forward carefully. He watched carefully. The blood was a bit sticky, and it should have been chopped off for a while.

"Next time, if you see the head again."

After another futility, Hank exasperatedly said, "I hope it's Octopus."

Back at the police station, they printed out all the photos taken at the scene.

Ethan held the photos, and Antonio pressed the photos one by one on the whiteboard in a certain order.

He added some text descriptions and slowly built up a clear wall of clues.

Ethan read it and remembered it in his heart.

He is aware of his shortcomings. The people on the scene are all police officers who have served for many years, and there are many places worth learning.

So he didn't care about doing some errands.

While they were sorting out the existing clues, hurried footsteps came from the stairs behind.

Behind Orlinski is a white man in khaki pants and a brown coat who looks about the same age as Ethan.

Messy short brown hair, looks a little excited and nervous.

The two of them walked into the hall, and when the young man saw the photo on the whiteboard, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"You wait here."

Orlinski held out his hand to signal the man to stop, then moved on.

"Hank."

Orlinsky walked to them and took off the cinnamon in his mouth: "I found the person you want from the police academy."

"Adam Rusek, see if it fits."

Hank glanced at the man and took a few steps forward.

The man named Rusek had very sharp eyesight. He tidied his clothes nervously and hurried to Hank.

Orlinsky introduced: "Rusek, this is Sheriff Boyett."

Rusek quickly reached out and shook Hank:
"Nice to meet you, sir."

"Rusek."

After Hank let go of his hand, he looked at Olinsky: "Very familiar, I know this surname."

"My father Bob."

"He's a patrolman, he's been in the 26th all his life," Rusek said with a smile.

"is it?"

Hank had a smile on his face: "I remember."

"Let me be clear," Orlinski said, shrugging. "I didn't pick him out of this batch of police academy graduates because of his father."

Hank just smiled and said nothing.

"Walter?"

Ruzek asked in surprise, "Have you ever partnered with my father before?"

"That's right." Orlinsky had no choice but to say:
"I'm with your father..."

Hank took the initiative: "On a baseball team."

"Yes, that's right."

Orlinski spread his hands: "We used to design T-shirts together, if I remember correctly."

"I'm fine." Hank patted Rusek on the shoulder: "You can stay and see how far you can go."

"Thank you sir."

Rusek clenched his fist excitedly: "Thank you."

The US police is a group that pays great attention to mutual support and inheritance, and will help if there is an opportunity.

Plus being the kid of Orlinsky's old partner, Hank didn't mind giving the young man a chance to see how he's doing.

With Ethan's help, Antonio also sorted out the clue wall.

He tapped the whiteboard with his pen: "Everyone."

"If the child is telling the truth, he was in the closet and heard three voices."

Antonio drew two black lines under the photo of Octopus and put a question mark on it: "Then Octopus brought at least two thugs from Medellin."

"very good."

Hank nodded, and said to Antonio: "Send all the clues we have to Inspector Baiden of the Violent Crime Unit."

"By the way, has he given us any information?"

Antonio shrugged, curled his lips and said:
"No."

Hank cursed in a low voice: "Asshole."

When looking at the case files before, Ethan knew that the case of overdose death at hand was jointly investigated by the two departments of the 21st Branch, the intelligence team and the violent crime team.

Although the intelligence unit has more weight, Hank's position is lower than that of the head of the violent crime unit, Bildon.

Now they have sent several clues to the past, but the violent crime team has not returned any clues.

This posture is really a bit high.

Ethan turned around and asked Julie in a low voice: "Does the Violent Crime Unit have any issues with us?"

"Inspector Bildon."

Julie pointed to Hank's office and said in a low voice, "He always thought it would be his."

(End of this chapter)