My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 450 Human Transport Squad
The coat was covered with a stranger's blood, one by one, it was shocking to see it.

When he walked out of the hospital, he threw the jacket in the trash can.

It will take a while for the Cadillac to be repaired, and then I can only squeeze into their car, four people in one car, and return directly to the police station.

"Hey, cowboy."

Pratt was eating some snacks. When she saw a few people walking in, she quickly asked Ethan, "Are you not injured?"

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Ethan waved his hand: "The car is broken."

He was only wearing a sweater, and Pratt put down the snack bag: "Do you need me to find you a piece of clothing? A police jacket."

"No, there are spare clothes in the locker room."

Ethan nodded with a smile and walked towards the locker room.

I am plainclothes and wear a police jacket, so what can I do.

On the way, I also met Atwater and Burgess. Atwater greeted himself warmly, but Burgess looked away.

This little girl scared her just now.

Ethan put on a new jacket and went back to the intelligence team on the second floor.

"Whoa whoa!"

Orlinsky clapped while biting his twist candy: "Guys, Mr. Morgan has achieved the achievement of destroying the first car in our intelligence team. Please applaud and cheer."

"Hahaha."

"He's pretty good already, and Horstead just got hit by a car a week after he got here."

"What about you, Eileen?"

"She's been doing well for half a month."

"Thank you." Facing the booing from several of them, Ethan imitated his appearance on TV and saluted a gentleman.

"Ethan."

Hank came out of the sheriff's office, throwing his arms: "New car, SUV, don't wait for that Cadillac."

In the last seizure alone, there were more than 1000 million.

On the side of the road outside the garage, there were more than a dozen ordinary vehicles parked for their operations. The intelligence team did not lack funds at all.

It is impossible for him to make his right-hand man unable to move because of a car.

A bunch of car keys drew an arc in the air and flew towards Ethan.

He reached out to catch it, a Chevrolet logo.

"Shet."

Rusek clutched his chest enviously: "Boss, when will I have my own mobile vehicle."

"You'll have to ask Orlinsky that."

Hank patted his sleeves, turned and walked back to the office: "As long as he says you've graduated, then that's fine."

Rusek quickly turned around, blinking his eyes at Orlinski.

The latter stood on the table with both feet, and the old god was looking at the ceiling.

Regardless of the few of them, Ethan turned the car key and returned to his seat.

It will take some time for the ticket information to be verified, and now we can only wait for news from Gene.

As soon as he sat down, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his computer had undergone a major change.

Not only the host, but even the display is much larger.

It seems that when he was in the hospital, Gene had already replaced all the equipment for him.

Ethan immediately turned on the machine and downloaded the steam platform.

Gene was very considerate and even installed a bluetooth component on the computer.

A few minutes later, Ethan glanced at the busy people and quickly clicked on the icon.

"Lumberjack, lumberjack."

"The grain and grass have been confiscated."

Listening to the sound in the earphones, he was very busy.

Just as he circled a bunch of trebuchets and was about to set off to attack the city, the yellow light on the wall next to him flickered a few times.

Generally, when Gene called them for something, he would turn on the lights directly.

Save him running up and down, wasting time.

"Ethan, go and have a look."

Antonio greeted him, and Ethan had to switch the screen and pause the game.

This case was caused by him, so naturally he led the follow-up.

Came to the technical room in the garage, where Gene was busy.

"Dude, I got your gift."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand to him, and the two clapped hands: "Very good, I like it very much."

"Small problems, let's talk about business first."

Gene puts a ballpoint pen in his mouth and takes out the file at the same time:
"The information from the Transportation Security Administration has been sent. According to the flight manifest, the girl who hit your car this morning is Amber Morris."

"She arrived in Chicago this morning, as you already know."

"Is there anyone else besides her?"

Ethan followed him and walked inside together. This is very important, whether it is an accident or a gang.

"good question."

Gene took off the ballpoint pen, pulled out the chair and sat down:

"I found out from Amber Morris's credit card records that she bought a total of four air tickets. This is the surveillance video at the airport."

Following his operation, the surveillance video on the computer screen began to play.

Soon, the girl in the bikini this morning appeared on the screen, and there were three other girls with her.

A total of four people pushed suitcases and came out of the aisle talking and laughing.

"Shet."

Ethan's face was serious, as if he could see the Kefen in the stomachs of these people, shaking back and forth with their bodies.

These people are really risking their lives just to make money.

Gene marked all the printed photos, and he closed the folder and handed it to Ethan:

"Do you think these girls are all using their bodies to transport unique products?"

"That's exactly what we need to find out."

Ethan took the folder and patted Gene on the shoulder: "Thank you, this information came in a timely manner."

"You're welcome, I'm confirming their addresses, and I'll send you a text message when I have news." Jean continued to be busy with his own affairs, and said without raising his head:
"Anything, anytime, if you have trouble, please find Gene."

The Chinese brother is the super backup of the intelligence team. With him, I don't know how much work will be saved for the people above.

Ethan picked up the latest information and walked upstairs quickly.

He knocked on the door of the sheriff's office, went to the corner and pulled out the whiteboard, and pasted a few photos in his hand that were printed out from the surveillance screen.

"Amber Morris"

"Sarah Haynes"

"Megan Benson"

"Alison Davis"

The names were pasted next to the photos, all of them were white girls in their twenties, looking youthful and sunny, the kind that would not attract the attention of law enforcement officers.

"Amber Morris." Ethan circled the top name:

"This girl drove an unlicensed SUV across the road in the morning.

"This abnormal behavior triggered a police chase. In the chaos, she hit my vehicle. You all know what happened next."

"In her stomach, the doctor found thirty packets of cocoa powder."

"Bad news. Jean has just confirmed that she is not only alone, but also has three girls traveling with her."

Ethan covered the pen and looked at the information that Gene had noted:

"In the past three months, this is the second time she has traveled to and from the same place."

"In the first ticket purchase record, she was the only one. This time, there were four people."

(End of this chapter)