My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 430 The Fun of Walking in the Alley
"Ok."

Ethan stopped and looked left and right: "Do you know the Columbia separatist group?"

"know."

Burgess and Atwater nodded quickly, their eyes sparkling.

Unexpectedly, the intelligence team had just solved the big case, and it took only half a month to usher in another big case.

"It's good to know."

Ethan nodded mysteriously: "Remember not to say it."

After speaking, he quickly walked up the steps. He had to hurry up and report on the clues he asked just now.

The two patrolmen stood in place, fluttering in the wind.

"He didn't seem to say anything?" Atwater looked at Burgess uncertainly.

"uh-huh!"

Burgess glared at him: "You just realized it now?"

They were dejected again, and they slumped up the steps, Burgess still muttering.

On the second floor, intelligence team.

Ethan went back up, knocked on the sheriff's office, and walked to the whiteboard.

"Where's Orlinsky?"

He unscrewed the cap of the pen and looked around, only Antonio, Irene and Rusek were in the hall.

"He had personal business and went home."

Hank came out of the office, and a hoarse voice sounded:

"Don't worry about him, what information did the girl provide just now?"

"Okay." Ethan drew an arrow next to the photo of the man he shot dead last night, and wrote his name:

"It turns out that our Mr. Art Prisoner was waiting for another girl named Nadia last night."

"This is the only abnormality, perhaps because Masters' already highly sensitive nerves collapsed because he couldn't wait for a familiar girl."

"He felt that Xiaomei was sent by those people, so he made such a move."

"By the way, Xiaomei is the name of that Asian girl."

"Okay." Hank nodded and sat down on the table beside him: "It seems that the only person who can give us clues is this Nadia."

"Perhaps she can find out what happened to Masters."

He looked at Ethan, and continued to ask: "Has this little beauty provided any clues for Nadia?"

"some."

Ethan looked at the notebook: "But there is a small problem. According to the information provided by Xiaomei, the places where they work are not fixed."

"I just run around with my boss every day."

"Their boss is Adam Masur. If we can find Masur, we can find Nadia."

As soon as he finished speaking, Antonio raised his hand and said with a smile:

"This matter was entrusted to me, and it hit my hands."

"This guy was an old friend when I was on the arrest team, and we all called him the Rat Pimp because he likes to run around."

"Every time he is caught, as long as he is released from prison, he will find a new den in less than a week."

Antonio picked up the phone and opened the address book:
"It's very easy to find out his whereabouts, just make a few phone calls to the old friends of the arrest team."

"Very good." Hank stood up:

"Get ready, Irene stay behind, let's bring this Nadia back."

Two 10 minutes later, next to the street.

Antonio and a plainclothes policeman did a complicated fist bump, and the two bumped into each other's shoulders.

They exchanged a few words, and the plainclothes police got into the car and left.

While walking back, Antonio secretly tapped his fingers to the side.

Ethan and Rusek looked across the street at the same time. At the entrance of the alley, a high iron fence was installed, and a small red light hung above the fence.

A small red light is hung at the entrance of the alley in the clear sky, and the man understands it in seconds.

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, unable to suppress his excitement, he was thinking about whether to call the police to check the room or kick the door directly.

After talking to Hank in the SUV in front, Antonio greeted the microphone:

"Ethan, you go in first."

"I'm a familiar face."

"Understood." Ethan pushed open the car door, tightened his jacket, and walked quickly across the street with Rusek.

The iron gate was ajar, but it was not locked.

Above is a surveillance camera, Ethan raised his head and smiled, opened the iron door and walked in.

In the alley, there are puddles of sewage in the corner.

There was a stench from the trash can, and the sound of rats rattling.

"Why did you choose this kind of place?" Rusek shook his head and said, "Who would come to such a ghostly place? The environment is too bad."

"Maybe there's a surprise in it."

Ethan patted him on the head: "Finding beauty in the filth, isn't that the fun of walking alleys?"

"cut."

Rusek rubbed his head and muttered, "You understand it very well."

Turns out, Ethan was right.

The gate of the branch courtyard is in the alley behind.

Not far inside, I saw a wooden door painted black with a small red light hanging on it to remind guests not to go to the wrong place.

Ethan took the lead to open the wooden door, and the two walked in one after the other.

The place where the door is entered is a corner, and two elder brothers with flowery arms are sitting on chairs.

The bald man looked at them, yawned and said:

"Membership number, thank you!"

"99527."

Ethan lifted the corner of his clothes, showed his police badge, and read out his police number.

"Let me remind you."

He stretched out his arm and nodded to the bald man: "If you dare to press the warning button, your hand will be mine. Do you want to bet on it?"

The bald man looked at Ethan's hand on the handle of the gun, his eyes struggling.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then withdrew the hand that was stretched out to the side, and hugged it obediently to his head.

"Cuff them both."

Ethan commanded Rusek to go forward, and at the same time stared at the two elder brothers with flowery arms.

When they were under control, Ethan pressed the microphone and looked at the monitor next to him: "Okay, come in."

Soon, Hank and Antonio appeared on the surveillance screen and ran all the way in.

"Nice job."

Antonio waved his hand and said, "Go in."

Rusek opened the soundproof door curtain, and the dynamic music played, not very noisy, with a somewhat cozy feeling.

The branch courtyard is decorated like a small nightclub, and the overall style is rather dark.

It is daytime, but there are many people.

Seven or eight customers were scattered among them, drinking beer on the table next to them.

There are more female staff than customers, and they wear revealing clothes, looking around, it is a white and round beauty.

The colorful uniforms add a lot of color to the inside.

"Chicago police." Hank held up the police badge: "Don't move around, put your hands where I can see them."

It's okay if you don't say anything, but as soon as you say it, someone next to them hurriedly got up, trying to rush out of them.

"Boom."

Ethan moved his feet, pressed him against the wall, took out the handcuffs from behind his waist, and locked the man tightly: "I believe you can understand human speech."

Press his head again, and slammed it against the wall: "What do you think?"

"I see."

The face of the person who wanted to escape was squeezed and deformed, and he tilted his nose to beg for mercy: "Please, let go."

(End of this chapter)