My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 439 Counterfeit Banknote Factory
"What are you doing here?"

Irene walked up the stairs quickly and hugged him: "Is there anything I can't call?"

"Please."

The man named Justin hugged Irene tightly, he gave Ethan a provocative look, and then let go: "Are you not welcome me?"

"I've never been to the place where you work, come and visit."

"You don't have a fever?" Irene touched his forehead.

The relationship between the two seems unusual, very intimate feeling.

Justin shook her hand away, dissatisfied:

"Can't I come and see you?"

"Okay, let's go."

Irene smiled and pressed the password, and the iron mesh door bounced open.

"You go up first." Ethan smiled at her and walked aside.

"Ah."

Erin nodded and led Justin up.

Ethan had noticed long ago that Sergeant Pratt, the receptionist, was always poking around, looking like gossip.

"Sheriff."

Ethan walked over quickly and leaned against the reception desk: "Who is this Justin, Irene's boyfriend?"

"You shouted loudly just now, but you didn't stop it. This is not your character."

"No way?"

Pratt put his hands on the table, looking incredible: "Justin doesn't even know, how did you become a police detective?"

"What does it have to do with the detective?"

Ethan reached into his pocket and took out two chocolates: "I only know Justin Bieber."

"Thank you."

Pratt took the chocolate, unwrapped it, and took a bite.

She chewed and said, "His name isn't Justin Bieber, he's Justin Boyett."

"Oh!"

Ethan patted his forehead, this is Hank's son.

Not long after he was released from prison, he did not expect to meet him here.

Solving the doubts in his heart, Ethan was no longer curious, he looked at Pratt: "How does it taste?"

"very good."

Pilates nodded again and again: "The aroma is very strong, the taste is smooth, and not too sweet, I like it."

"I have a lot more here."

Ethan grabbed another handful of chocolates from his pocket and patted them on the table: "Eat more if you like, you're welcome."

"Tsk tsk."

Pratt smiled and shook his head: "How else are you my favorite detective!"

"Hahaha."

Ethan smiled and patted the countertop: "I'll go up first, I still have things to do tonight."

"Ok."

Pratt nodded quickly, grabbed all the chocolates on the table with a smile.

Noticing the longing eyes of the reception police officer behind her, she spread her empty palms: "What do you want?"

After walking a few steps, the wooden door of the reception room next to it was pulled open from the inside.

A pretty girl ran out angrily from the inside with long legs. When she saw Ethan, she froze for a moment, then walked down the stairs in the middle angrily.

In the reception room, Orlinski shrugged helplessly at Ethan.

The two walked upstairs together, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ethan scratched his head: "Lexi?"

"Yes."

"She knows you're bothering her boyfriend?"

"uh-huh."

"Adolescent girl, it's like this, be patient."

Orlinsky stopped in his tracks and asked with a sore face, "How old are you? You're under 24 years old, you're only six or seven years older than her. Why is there such a big gap between people?"

Ethan said indifferently: "Don't say anything like having a child like me, be careful that I will turn my face."

"what?"

This sentence was beyond the scope of Olinsky's comprehension, and he looked at it in a daze.

At this time, Justin, who was walking up the stairs with a smile just now, angrily walked down the stairs, also looking full of anger.

"Hey, Justin."

Olinsky saw him, smiled and held out his hand.

"Hi."

Seeing it was him, Justin forced a smile.

He briefly shook hands with Orlinsky, and left angrily.

Looking at this familiar scene, Ethan smiled and said, "Although this sentence should not be said, but compared with him, so what?"

"Justin is older than you, why is he still acting like a rebellious teenager"

"One is more worry-free than the other."

Orlinski took out a twist candy from his pocket, shook his head and said, "Compared to him, my daughter is generally very well-behaved."

Compared with Justin, his daughter is much more pleasing to the eye.

Back in the Chase Room, Hank sat alone in the office.

Erin sat on the seat, looking troubled.

He doesn't want to take care of housework, and it's easy to be a stranger inside and out. If he needs help, Hank will naturally speak up.

After resting for a few minutes, people who went out to eat came back one after another.

After resting for most of the day, Rusek was able to move without hindrance, and Atwater returned to patrol. The group got into the car and drove to the address Gene found.

In an old industrial area, there are very few street lights.

A few dogs barked in the distance, adding to the silence.

In the dark corner of the street, two shadows emerged.

Hei Ying walked and stopped while holding the weapon, looking around, revealing a sense of desolation.

"Me and Ruzek have gone up to the roof."

Hearing the voice of Riolinski in the headset, Ethan slowed down, and the two shadows were him and Irene.

In the factory building, there were bursts of faint roars.

Waving his arms, Ethan knelt down on one knee and pressed the intercom: "It's quiet at the back, with a red brick exterior wall and no back door."

"Continue to circle around and check the side door."

Hank's voice sounded.

He and Irene looked at each other, they stood up, and continued to search along the silent street.

Ethan looked ahead, observing whether there were sentries and emergency escape routes.

Erin pressed his shoulders and looked up from time to time.

No one knows if there will be surveillance cameras installed outside.

"Found a pickup truck."

Antonio's voice came from the headset: "The target should be in the factory building, and there are luggage in the car. It seems that these people are ready to run away at any time."

"Olinsky?"

Hank's hoarse voice sounded, looking a little anxious.

Ethan turned the corner and saw Hank and Antonio squatting behind a pickup truck, next to them was the wide factory gate.

The two groups of people gestured to each other and joined together.

On the roof, Orlinski and Ruzek crouched next to a vent.

Hearing Hank's urging, he pressed the intercom:

"Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

Ruzek was holding the hose sight glass and carefully stretching it down. He was concentrating on the constantly changing pictures on the screen.

A few seconds later, the situation inside the factory appeared on the screen.

"All right."

He licked his lips and slowly turned his perspective.

In the small factory building, there are several old-fashioned printing machines, and the machines are working non-stop.

The white paper was swallowed, and the counterfeit money was spit out.

A set of workflow, such as flowing water.

In one corner, the fake dollar bills that have been printed and cut are stacked more than one meter high.

"I found it, so it's definitely a fake lair."

Orlinski leaned over to look at the screen, and whispered, "Pastor Mike didn't lie to us, it seems that he is really pissed off."

Beside the front door, Ethan pressed the intercom:

"How many people are there?"

It was too far away for his radar to detect.

"Four." After a while, Ruzek's voice sounded.

"Are there any weapons?" Hank asked.

Orlinsky said hesitantly: "It's hard to say, I can't see clearly. Just pretend they have it."

"Okay, come down." Hank let go of the walkie-talkie.

After 1 minute, the sound of fine footsteps sounded.

When they got together, Rusek quickly described the layout inside and the approximate location of the personnel.

After making sure that everyone else understood what was going on inside, he stopped talking.

Everyone looked at Ethan, holding the gun in his hand.

At this moment, there was nothing else to say, Ethan grabbed the Remington handguard and pulled it hard.

With a click, the shotgun was loaded.

(End of this chapter)