My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 389

Through the monitoring screen, under the identification of the shop owner, they successfully obtained the photo of the person who bought the mobile phone.

Irene took a clear photo with her mobile phone and sent it back to the bureau.

"You cooperated well just now."

Leaving the mobile phone store, the two walked towards the parking place. Irene said relaxedly, "As long as we find out the name of the idiot who bought the mobile phone, we can continue."

"Hey, when you're free, would you like to come to my house to play with your little butt?"

When passing by the place just now, there was a provocative voice from behind, and then, with a bang, several pieces of broken glass splashed at their feet.

The two stopped, turned around, and it was the long-haired man in the denim jacket just now.

"Chick."

The long-haired man reached out and grabbed his crotch, and said with a smile:

"I'll let you in."

Ethan licked his lips when he saw the broken beer bottle on the sidewalk two or three meters away from them.

Can't remember the last time someone threw a bottle at themselves.

He reached out and took off the police badge and python, and handed it to Irene:

"Take it for me, please, thank you."

In addition to the long hair, there were three other people standing beside the car waiting for repairs. Irene shook her head and said, "Forget it, this is not considered assaulting the police."

"I insist."

Ethan patted the thing on her hand and strode over.

"Long Mao, let's play."

Ethan stood in the middle of the open space and waved at the long-haired man.

"I'm not that stupid."

The long-haired man picked up another bottle of beer and walked over with a smile: "You just want to lure me to do it, and arrest me for assaulting the police."

"Did you see the police badge on me?"

Ethan lifted his coat and turned around: "Don't worry, my colleagues won't see anything."

"That's right." He pointed to the people behind Changmao again:
"Come on together, I'm in a hurry."

Irene put her hand on her own gun and looked at it with interest. She didn't expect this newcomer to be so arrogant, but there were four people on the opposite side.

But those people didn't dare to do anything serious, it would be good to let this Ethan suffer a little bit.

Seeing his coquettish appearance, there were two people behind him, who dropped the tools in their hands and came forward with a sneer.

Long Mao threw the wrench and the beer bottle to the ground: "Don't say we bullied you."

"What nonsense."

Ethan leaped forward, grabbed Changmao's head, and quickly led him back.

"Boom."

Ethan knocked his head against the car door heavily, causing the car body to sag instantly.

The two people who stood up just now stood there in a daze.

The clenched fist also loosened.

Ethan let go of his hand holding his head, and the long hair suddenly fell to the ground, making him dizzy.

Looking at the other two people, they quickly raised their hands, took a few steps back, and leaned against the wall as if to admit defeat.

"Please, don't do this."

Ethan hooked his fingers to one of them: "I haven't started warming up yet, let's play again."

Seeing the two people shaking their heads hastily, Ethan suddenly felt bored and stomped down.

"what!"

The long-haired man cried out in pain, and the legs of the others were instantly clamped.

"This Mr. Longhair."

Ethan rubbed his boots against his crotch, and asked with a smile, "Do you have anything to say?"

"sorry."

The long-haired man said with a red face.

"Who are you sorry to?" Ethan rubbed hard again.

"sorry."

The long-haired man turned sideways and looked at Irene: "I'm very sorry, ma'am."

"You mean nothing at all."

Ethan wiped away the footprints, turned and left.

"Thank you."

Irene returned the equipment to him and smiled: "This set doesn't work for me."

Ethan was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"The tough guy stood up for the girls and showed his bravery." Irene shook her head: "I'm not a little girl, so I don't like this."

"You may not believe it when you say it."

Hanging up the pistol and police badge, Ethan shrugged and said, "I really hate when people throw beer bottles at me."

"Besides, you are Hank's adopted daughter, and I'm not interested in you."

"Hey."

Erin pushed his shoulder and showed her figure: "Do you know what I'm talking about? I'm a sexy woman."

"Besides, what happened to Hank's adopted daughter."

"Who am I good with has nothing to do with him."

"Uh-huh."

Ethan raised his chin, looked carefully, and found that his figure was indeed good: "You are right, then let's be together."

"Go away." Irene rolled her eyes.

"Hahaha."

After all the nonsense, their atmosphere was finally not as stiff as when they came here.

When I returned to the police station, I found that person's information in the mobile phone store, and it had been retrieved.

Antonio posted the printed photo on a question mark under the octopus:

"According to the clues provided by Colombia, the gunman is called Omar Rojas, a freelance killer."

Hank stood up and said hoarsely:
"According to our current clues."

"Rafe, it's the boss."

"Cooper is in charge of delivering the goods. Who is next in their chain of command?"

"Since Octopus chose to attack Lefe, and Cooper died with him, the next person to target must be the leader of Lefe's team."

"Do you have any other clues?"

"No." Everyone shook their heads.

"alright."

Hank looked at Antonio:

"Send this photo of Omar Rojas and Octopus to all departments in the city, all airports, train stations, bus stations and subway stations, etc., and ask them to assist in the search."

"No matter what method you use, find these two people quickly."

"Okay, Sheriff."

Everyone answered in unison and began to get busy.

At this time, a middle-aged man with short blond hair came up the stairs, with one hand in his pocket, and looked at Hank with a cold face.

Hank turned and walked into the office with a stern face, followed by the man with short blond hair.

"Who is this guy?"

Ethan and Antonio pushed the whiteboard into the corner and asked him.

"Inspector Bildon."

Antonio glanced into the interrogation room: "It's probably for that kid."

"Ok?"

Ethan stopped what he was doing: "I thought that child would have been picked up by his parents a long time ago."

"Haha."

Antonio smiled: "Although it's old-fashioned, it's still a good joke, but you can't say that casually in the future, it will cause conflicts, okay?"

After speaking, Antonio patted him on the shoulder and returned to his seat.

Ethan froze for a moment, realizing that he had indeed accidentally told a hell-level joke, and when he encountered someone with a sensitive mind, he would immediately label himself.

(End of this chapter)