My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 433 Counterfeit Banknote Gang
Ignoring the resting sign hanging on the glass door, Hank pushed hard and stepped in.

Ethan hurriedly followed, and the two put the topic down.

There are cards, trinkets, clothing and the like everywhere in the store.

The decoration is quite chic, with a light and luxurious style.

"Is anyone there?" Hank walked to the front desk and reached out to pat the call bell.

"Ding ding."

"Mr. Harris."

He yelled a few times, but no one answered.

Ethan turned sideways and looked into the shop.

On the ground behind a merchandise display case, a pair of leather shoes stood up.

"call out."

Ethan hissed lightly, and pulled out the python.

Seeing this, Hank quickly pulled out the Glock, and the two of them walked slowly behind.

Scanning the radar, there are only two blips of them.

Ethan lowered his gun and walked quickly to the side of the raised leather shoes: "We found the right person, but we were a step too late."

The owner of the leather shoes has fallen in a pool of blood.

Judging from his appearance, he was the person they were looking for. Judging from his complexion, he had been dead for a while.

Hank inserted the Glock back and said meaningfully:

"It's like this in criminal gangs. I don't know which one comes first, accident or death."

"Any bit of suspicion will become the object of cleansing."

"Don't warn me."

Ethan smiled and put the python away: "Even if I chose another path, I must have cleaned others, not the other way around."

"I don't doubt that."

Hank shrugged and pressed the intercom: "This is Sergeant Hank Poiter, police number 32419, found the scene of the murder, and arranged for the patrol to come and deal with it."

After saying the address, he let go of the walkie-talkie and stretched out his finger to shake it around.

Ethan nodded and took out a disposable glove from his pocket.

He looked around the high place, found a surveillance camera, and immediately walked to the front desk.

The computer here does not have a locked screen, and he quickly turned to the monitoring system.

Play back all the way to an hour ago.

Hit the pause button and continue playing forward.

Ten seconds later, three men in hoodies pushed open the glass door and walked into the store. They were so tightly covered that no physical features could be seen.

If you make a bold guess, it's okay to say that these people are flat-chested women.

Two of them walked towards the front desk, and Harris was sitting at Ethan's current position. When he saw those two people in the picture, he wanted to get up and run away.

The visitor instantly judged his intention and raised two pistols to force Harris to stop.

At the same time, the person standing at the door also stretched out his hand and turned the opening sign.

"despair."

Ethan slammed down the space bar and finally caught a clue.

He took out his mobile phone and took a photo on the screen.

Even though these people were tightly wrapped and wore gloves, when they raised their hands and raised their guns, their skin was still exposed.

All three were black, not much use, but at least not in the dark.

The video continued to play, and Harris was walked back by two people with guns. He said something excitedly, but was quickly knocked down by several shots.

The three black men in hoodies also quickly left the scene.

Fast-forward and play until he and Hank enter the door, and no one enters the store in the middle.

The monitoring screen stopped playing, and Ethan rummaged through the drawer.

There was nothing inside, just some miscellaneous things, and two small packets of flour. He put the flour in the space, maybe it would be useful when he framed someone in the future.

"The shooters were three black men."

Ethan walked back: "This is the only clue we got from the surveillance, how about you?"

Hank was rummaging through the trash can, he said sullenly:

"Wait a moment."

Soon, he walked to the side table and threw the shredded paper in his hand on the table: "I think I know what these people are doing, and it has nothing to do with the stolen paintings."

"But they're also doing some interesting stuff."

"What's interesting?"

Ethan walked to him, picked up the shredded paper from the table, and pulled it a few times, but it was unexpectedly tough.

"Do you know why you put money in the washing machine and it doesn't wash?"

Hank took out twenty dollars from his pocket, and tugged at Ethan a few times: "Because it's not made of ordinary paper."

"Instead of cotton fibers and hemp."

He pointed to the jeans stacked in the corner: "It's the same material as those things."

Ethan picked up the pieces of shredded paper and the twenty dollars together, and rubbed them with both hands at the same time, and the feel was almost the same.

"The material is well made."

Hank also rubbed the banknotes in his hand: "This guy is so powerful, most people can't do it."

He nodded at the corpse lying on the ground again: "It seems that they have changed their careers again. This is a team that makes counterfeit banknotes. He is responsible for the production of raw materials."

"Masters is a painter!" Ethan's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly:

"You are right. This is a gang that makes counterfeit banknotes. Harris provided the banknote paper, so Masters must be responsible for making the engraving."

"We must be missing something in the Masters family."

"I'll stay here." Hank knocked on the table and said:

"You contact Orlinski and Antonio, and re-check Masters' home, there will definitely be gains."

"clear."

Ethan took out his cell phone and walked outside quickly.

Ten minutes later, he took a taxi to the Masters home.

As a murder scene, it is still sealed.

Lifting the cordon and walking in, the blood left over from last night can still be seen on the floor of the living room.

He sat on the sofa and waited for a while, when the sudden sound of brakes sounded outside.

Soon, Orlinski walked in with Antonio.

"Hey."

Ethan greeted Orlinsky: "How are things going at home?"

"Sorry, there are not enough people now, so I can only call you back."

"fine."

Orlinsky squeezed out a smile: "It's almost handled."

It's not easy to ask too much about other people's family affairs. Ethan reached out and bumped his fist with him: "If you need help, just ask."

Antonio held a bunch of things in his arms, and he took out the rolled up white paper and distributed it to Ethan and Orlinski:
"Gene and Rusek have found blueprints for the construction of this house, which show the original structure and dimensions of the building."

"This is a hand-held rangefinder. Compared with the drawings, it is easy to find the secret room."

The blueprint in Ethan's hand was on the second floor. He studied the range finder before walking up the stairs.

Orlinski wandered around on the first floor, while Antonio ran to the third floor.

Inside the house, there were empty footsteps.

While comparing the blueprints, Ethan pressed the instrument, and the red laser shot around.

Walking into a studio, without scanning, he felt that the size of the blueprint was much different. Using an instrument to measure and then simply converting, the room was seven or eight square meters short.

"Hey, come to my place."

Ethan went outside and shouted, "I found something here."

(End of this chapter)