My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 453 Well done
In the ward, Erin closed the door.

Ethan crossed his arms and stood against the wall, looking at Amber on the hospital bed expressionlessly.

Round face, rosy complexion.

It looked like she was resting well and regained her sanity.

Facing two people with police badges, she looked flustered.

With one hand handcuffed on the hospital bed, Amber understood his situation even more.

"unbelievable."

She forced a smile and said, "I'm actually here, I don't even know what happened."

"In your stomach, thirty bags of cocoa powder were taken out."

Irene walked to the side of the hospital bed and said in a deep voice, "The plane you took this morning arrived in Chicago from Mexico. Come on, is there anything else I can remember for you?"

Amber's eyes fluttered around and his mouth was tightly shut.

"The people who asked you to help transport independence, just now, those people kidnapped all three of your friends."

Seeing her like this, Irene clung tightly to the railing of the hospital bed and said sharply:

"If you don't tell us, who is behind it."

"Once we find out that your friend is dead, transporting drugs and murder, I will blame you for everything!"

"You calculate for yourself, how many years you will spend in prison."

Amber's face became flushed when she heard these words, and she said excitedly: "I can't tell you."

"Why?" Erin asked.

Amber's tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she remained silent.

"Your three friends." Ethan walked to the bed and stared at her coldly:
"I could be killed at any time, have my stomach ripped open, my stomach cut open, and then thrown into a dark and cold alley by those people."

"To shut up!"

Amber shouted excitedly: "Shut up!"

"They were naked, and their eyes were dim."

Ethan spoke faster and louder:

"The body was also gnawed on by rats and decomposed until it was found by homeless men."

"Their parents despair, their friends cry."

"All of this was done by you, and you will continue to recall this scene in the next few decades of prison time."

"Over and over, endless loop!"

Amber's eyes became terrified, and his breathing became more rapid.

"Until the last moment of your life, you can hear your friends screaming loudly in your ears!"

"Bang." Ethan slapped his hands heavily onto the hospital bed and shouted loudly:
"Amber, why didn't you save us!!!"

"Sean Collins!"

Amber broke down and cried, "He loves me! He won't hurt my friends."

"Believe me."

Eileen was also taken aback by Ethan. She came back to her senses and said firmly, "The person who can make you do this kind of thing doesn't love you, he's just using you."

"It was all my boyfriend's idea, him and his brother Brandon Collins."

Amber burst into tears, sobbing and saying:

"I've done it once before and nothing happened."

"He promised me to give my friend five thousand dollars once, and I didn't expect it to be that serious."

Ethan gave her a silly look, and opened the door.

He walked out of the ward and took out his phone.

"This is Boyd."

"I'm Ethan, and I've asked for clues. Sean Collins and Brandon Collins, these two are the people we're looking for. They usually work in a tattoo parlor called Underground Ink."

"Very well, I will arrange for Orlinski and Rusek to monitor, and you will come back first."

Hang up the phone, still crying inside.

Irene also walked out of the ward, she hesitated: "Amber collapsed, you just said it too hard."

Ethan put his phone in his trouser pocket, shrugged and said:
"so what?"

The corner of Irene's mouth turned up, and she thumped his shoulder:

"Good job!"

Irene is in a good mood because of the important clue.

When walking up the stairs, she smiled and punched Ethan on the shoulder several times.

After a few innocuous strokes, Ethan grinned and dodged away.

Hank, standing in front of the whiteboard, had a panoramic view of the scene, his face remained calm.

"Have you found any clues about Brother Collins?" Seeing two more photos on the whiteboard, Ethan walked over quickly.

Two white men, one handsome, should be Sean Collins.

The other has dull eyes and obvious nasolabial folds.

"They have all the standard criminal records of robbery with guns and vicious fights."

Hank walked to the side and sat down: "During the time you came back, we asked the patrol to search the residence of these two people."

"But the current feedback situation is that no one is at home."

Antonio on the side stood up, shaking the document in his hand: "The data of the vehicle management office has been found."

"In Brandon's name, there is indeed a black Ford commercial vehicle. It should be the one I saw, but the license plate number is different."

"For people like them, it's not difficult to get a fake license plate." Ethan had an idea:
"But it can only be used temporarily, and he will definitely change it back after finishing the dirty work."

"We feel the same way." Hank nodded and said:
"I've got Gene to track down his real license plate number, should have a clue soon."

Everything has been settled during the time they came back from the hospital, which is really fast enough, and they just briefed Ethan and Irene on the latest situation.

All data must be aggregated, so that everyone knows what each person does.

Orlinski and Rusek were out of the office and should have gone out to keep an eye on them.

Next, Ethan could only wait for further information, returned to his seat, and switched the screen quickly.

After being stagnant for half a day, the villain inside finally resumed his actions.

"boom."

Hank knocked on Erin's desk and walked into the office.

After he sat down, Irene also walked into the office.

"Close the door!"

Hank rested his arms on the chair and crossed his fingers: "Close the blinds too."

"What is it? It's mysterious."

Irene muttered something, but she still closed the door and closed the window.

"Hmm~" Hank pondered for a while, before asking, "What's going on with you and Ethan?"

"Walter?"

Irene spread her hands and said dissatisfiedly:

"Hank, when did you get so bored, do you care who I make friends with?"

"that's not what it means."

Hank leaned back in his chair: "Ethan is my friend, so..."

"so?"

Irene widened her eyes and said excitedly: "I know you don't appreciate office romances, don't say whether I have that kind of intention with him, even if there is..."

"Can you listen to me first?" Hank pressed his palm on the table and said helplessly:
"Listen to me first, okay?"

"Okay, tell me." Irene hugged her chest angrily.

"Ethan is my friend, I won't say anything about him."

Hank scratched his hair and struggled: "I have always regarded you as my own, and you understand."

Ellie spread her hands, motioning for him to speak directly.

"He is not simple."

Hank rubbed his face and continued:
"Ethan is a very dangerous person. He also has many women. I don't want you to get too close to him, understand?"

Irene's eyes were full of curiosity: "Why is he in danger?"

"Go! Go! Go."

Hank instantly recalled that this was counterproductive.

With a toothache, he waved his hand away and said, "Get busy with your business, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"baffling."

Erin stood up and walked out of the sheriff's office full of doubts.

In the corner, Ethan was happily taking a break from his busy schedule. He noticed Irene's gaze and returned a bright smile.

This smile made Erin flustered for a while.

She quickly shifted her gaze and quickly returned to her seat.

　Thanks to Brother Arenas Long for the reward, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)