My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 407 surfaced
The woman in front of her wiped her tears, and she sniffed:
"Nothing in particular."

"We stay at the Sofitel every time we come here, and you know there is no Bloomingdale's in Toronto."

"When I got to Chicago, he dropped me off at the hotel and told me to go shopping."

Mrs. Weilianke's shoulders shook again, and she said tearfully, "God, who knows why this happened."

Hearing what she said, the corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

After she wiped away her tears again, Ethan knocked on the table: "Mrs. Weilianke, let me speak clearly."

"Your husband didn't die by accident."

"We have evidence that he was involved in arms smuggling, which was the main reason he was shot."

"Do not."

Mrs. Wilenko said in shock: "Do you know what you're talking about? George would never do such a thing."

"Of course I know what I'm talking about."

Ethan opened the folder and said with a sneer, "I also know you're not at Bloomingdale's at all today, you're in Waterfront, right?"

During the time she came here, Jean had already investigated her whereabouts clearly.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

Mrs. Weilianke shook her head in panic, clenched the tissue tightly in her hand.

Ethan ignored her, took out the photos in the folder, and placed them in front of her one by one.

It is full of the murder scene they took back today, as well as the crime scene that was shot and killed by the same type of bullets before. In the photos, there are bloody corpses.

"Why are you showing me this?"

Mrs. Wilenko turned pale when she saw the picture.

"The people inside were all shot to death by the bullets that George brought over today and before." Ethan took out the prepared bullets from his pocket and stood firmly in front of her.

"According to our investigation, seven people have died under this bullet."

"If you don't tell me the truth..."

Ethan tapped his fingertips on the table, making a rattling sound.

Every knocking sound hit her heart.

"I know you're not a killer, Mrs. Wilenko."

Erin grabbed her hand and said softly: "But you have to tell us everything, we are here to help you."

The knocking sound stopped suddenly, and Mrs. Weilianke trembled immediately.

Seeing that she was still unwilling to speak, Ethan continued to put psychological pressure on her:
"I understand that such money does come quickly."

"In the beginning, you were just smuggling small things like leaves, right? No one noticed, and your courage became more and more bold until you started smuggling arms."

Ethan picked out a photo with the worst death, and placed it in front of her:

"Now that your husband is dead, you can't get rid of the responsibility, and these seven lives, I will count them all on your head."

"I advise you to tell everything you know."

Irene looked at her and said in a deep voice, "As long as you cooperate with us, I will intercede for you in front of the prosecutor."

Back and forth, Mrs. Weilianke's psychological defense was completely broken down.

She covered her face with her hands and said in pain: "I went to Waterfront to meet my ex-boyfriend, and I didn't do anything to George."

The corners of Ethan's eyes twitched, and he handed over the notebook and pen:
"Write down your name and phone number, and I will verify it. I hope you will stop lying."

"I did not lie."

Mrs. Weilianke wrote a message on it and said incoherently: "I told George that it is a bad idea to cooperate with Michael."

"He made sure to do it, said it was a fast pass."

"No one will search, nothing will happen."

"Snapped."

Ethan reached out and grabbed her arm: "Mrs. Weilianke, let's talk about this Michael now."

In an hour, Jane will start.

Ethan walked up to the whiteboard with the photo and pressed it with a magnetic sticker:
"Michael Ganz, distant nephew of the murdered driver."

Above is a white man with a beard and a ponytail.

"According to the information Irene found, there is a criminal record of armed robbery, and this person has a small team."

Ethan looked at the crowd and continued:
"It seems that Mr. Ganz is seeking to upgrade the industry."

"According to the clues provided by the driver's wife, they have smuggled this distant nephew several times."

"This time, it was the idiot who wanted to blackmail him today and disrupted Ganz's deployment."

"The insulin boxes in the house were not destroyed in time. He knew that we would soon find the person who smuggled him."

"So, they decisively chose to silence."

Irene also stood up, flicking the pen in her hand:

"There is good news at the moment. Mrs. Weilianke usually comes here with her husband every few weeks. She went to meet her ex-boyfriend privately when she first arrived in Chicago this time."

"Unbeknownst to Ganz, she also came to Chicago."

"That is to say, Ganz did not know that he had been exposed and must feel that he is safe now."

Gene also came to the second floor from the technical room. He raised the paper in his hand: "According to the number provided by Mrs. Wei Lianke, I found that Ganz called a place frequently in the past 24 hours."

"It's a pawn shop called Lucky M in Gage Park."

"Good job."

Hank gave him a thumbs up in satisfaction. It was not easy to find useful clues in a short period of time.

"Lucky M?"

Olinsky took the candy bar out of his mouth: "I know the boss there, he is a broker."

"I have news here too."

Antonio raised his hand: "Some time ago, an ordnance factory near Toronto was stolen. Three thousand rounds of ammunition and fifty semi-automatic rifles were lost."

"The missing bullets were confirmed to be these M995 armor-piercing bullets."

The pointed bullet in his hand shook.

Things are now very clear.

Michael Butz, sourced goods from Canada, and let his distant uncle who works in a pharmaceutical company and has a fast pass enter the country.

Then let the broker contact the buyer and sell the guns shipped over.

"Olinsky."

Hank glanced at his watch and stood up:
"You contact Lucky M's boss and ask him to arrange a deal tomorrow."

"Make one thing clear with him, if he dares to inform Boots, or play tricks, he can only use chrysanthemums in prison for the rest of his life."

"I promise he'll understand what you mean."

Olinsky smiled and threw the candy bar into his mouth, nodding his head heavily.

Since things have been arranged for tomorrow, it means that today's work is over.

Ethan pushed the whiteboard back to the corner, Antonio picked up his coat, and gestured to him to see you later.

In the sheriff's office, Orlinsky was called in by Hank.

The two whispered and looked at him from time to time.

Ethan returned to his seat and sat down, put his feet on the table and stretched his waist. Tonight, he was destined to be very busy.

(End of this chapter)