My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 457 Judgment
"Notify the patrol, notify the forensics office, and ask the dispatch center to send more manpower."

Hank put on his gloves and said in a cold tone:

"I want this warehouse to be sealed up and checked inside and out, without letting go of any evidence."

"clear."

Erin nodded, she pressed the intercom and walked outside.

"Be careful."

Ethan pointed to the blood-colored shoe prints on the ground, and then carefully pinched a small piece of blood-red coagulation from Megan Benson's body.

"What is this?" Antonio looked at the thing in Ethan's hand after checking.

"sin."

Ethan rubbed his fingers, the cocoa powder was covered with blood, and turned into a red paste on the disposable gloves: "Endless evil."

Under the light, the things in his hands were extremely bright red.

"It's unfortunate, but it's good news!"

After being silent for a while, Antonio took out a condom filled with blood: "Under our pressure, these people acted in a hurry."

"They are all new hands, and most of these cocoa powder should be destroyed."

"What good news is this?" Erin came up from behind.

"At least they didn't dare to do the same thing to the other two girls until the person who was in charge of picking up the goods before them arrived."

Antonio put the condom down: "They are afraid that their goods will be destroyed."

Not wanting to face such a scene again, they all walked out of the room.

Ethan took off the disposable gloves and asked angrily: "Could it be someone from Gavin who called them?"

"That's his nephew after all!"

"will not!"

Hank shook his head decisively, and he kicked the goods next to him: "He's Italian, but he's also a gang member."

"For these people, family affection is not the most important thing before interests."

"The stolen goods hidden in this warehouse are at least 30 to [-] yuan. If he hadn't been pushed by us, he wouldn't have revealed this place."

Until now, he had no choice but to accept Hank's statement.

But when he saw Megan Benson's eyes just now, he had already made up his mind.

Prison is not where Sean Collins belongs, death is.

The patrolmen rushed to the scene quickly, and under the command of Ethan and the others, they quickly searched the warehouse and sealed up the stolen goods inside.

After Hank answered the phone, he drove away.

It didn't take long for Ethan and the others to return to the police station, waiting for the next clue from Gene or Orlinski, leaving the scene for others to deal with.

"Can you tell me where I'm going tonight?"

In the tea room, Ethan took out the coffee pot and poured two cups of coffee: "I think I should bring an assault rifle or a python revolver."

"Haha."

Irene took the coffee and smirked twice: "It's not funny at all."

After taking a few sips of hot coffee, their icy bodies finally recovered, and the two walked out of the balcony at the same time, lazily basking in the sun.

After the body became warmer, the coldness brought just now was finally swept away.

An excellent police detective must have extraordinary psychological adjustment ability.

Otherwise, as long as they come into contact with these things, ordinary people can't bear it at all.

Just like Rusek's father, who has always been a patrolman, even if he had the chance, he would not want to enter these departments.

Erin looked at Ethan, who was smoking a cigarette one after another.

From the outside, he is a sunny and handsome boy.

Accurate marksmanship and no mercy in the face of criminals, this is the biggest impression on her.

But she really couldn't see the danger that Hank said.

"cough~"

Irene coughed lightly, and was about to make a side note.

"Bang bang bang."

But Gene appeared at the door of the tea room. He knocked on the door several times and waved to them quickly.

Ethan took two puffs of his cigarette and stubbed it out.

The two hurried back to the Datong room, and Gene had already pasted a photo on the whiteboard.

"A new character appears."

Gene opened the folder in his hand and distributed the materials to the three of them: "Ryan Potter."

"This is all the call records found in Brandon's disposable mobile phone."

"There are only two numbers on it, and one of them is a prepaid mobile phone. I can't find the owner's information, and the signal has been lost."

"I guess it was used by Sean, and the phone should have been destroyed by him."

"The owner of the other number is Ryan Potter."

Ethan looked at the clues collected by Gene on the paper, which were listed in detail.

Caucasian male, 26 years old, has multiple records of Tibetan independence.

"Hey!"

Erin tapped the paper: "He worked as a paramedic for three different ambulance companies and was fired."

"Needless to say." Orlinsky put down the paper:
"I bet 100 yuan, this must be the person they are looking for to perform the operation."

He took out his mobile phone and walked to the whiteboard:

"This person is going to take a photo for Orlinsky, if he appears under surveillance..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone vibrated violently.

"I was at the underground ink tattoo shop, and saw a black, medium-haired man get off the car with a medical bag on his back."

The hands-free was turned on, and Orlinsky's voice continued to sound: "Do you think this person is here to seek independence?"

"I'll send you the photo later, and you ask Gene to look it up in the database to see if there is any criminal record."

Looking at the photos on the whiteboard, Antonio hurriedly asked:
"Is there a red spot on the forehead the size of a fingernail?"

"Hey, how do you know?"

Orlinski's voice became surprised, but he lowered his voice again, and said quickly: "Another SUV came, and I saw the person in the cab, Sean Collins!!!"

"We're leaving right away."

Hearing what Olinsky said, Antonio immediately hung up the phone: "Gene, notify Hank, notify the police, hurry up!!!"

The three of them rushed downstairs quickly.

The wheels turned crazily, and the three cars passed quickly among the traffic.

Don't talk about disembowelling, those condoms have the possibility of breaking, and every minute of every night, there is a risk of an extra copy.

As we approached the Underground Ink Tattoo Parlor, the siren blared in the distance.

"Clap clap."

After two gunshots, screams rang out and passers-by ran away.

The wheels rubbed wildly, and after a rapid drift, a patrol car parked in the middle of the road appeared at the end of the street.

Not far from Ethan, the two ran desperately, one behind the other.

A policewoman with a ponytail was chasing a white man and rushing into an alley.

"Sean Collins."

Ethan slams on the gas pedal, and the Chevrolet sprints onto the pavement.

Burgess and Atwater were on patrol when they suddenly received a message from the dispatch station:

"The rest time is over, and I found someone involved in the independence case hidden in the underground ink tattoo parlor, so hurry over to help."

"receive."

The two looked at each other, and Atwater quickly turned the steering wheel and drove towards the crime scene.

As soon as I arrived at the place, I saw a man rush out from the back door and run wildly.

"parking!"

Before the car stopped, Burgess hurriedly chased after the fleeing man.

Just as Atwater was about to follow, another person rushed out of the back door and fired two shots at the place where he ran out.

"Chicago police!"

He had no choice but to yell and chase after the man who ran out from behind.

"Stop immediately."

Burgess ran quickly, holding the gun in one hand, and shouted at the man in front: "Otherwise I will shoot."

The figure flashed and disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

She quickly chased it in, and as soon as she turned the corner, a black shadow pounced forward.

"Oh!"

Burgess was carried over, and the two fell to the ground, rolling twice.

The hand holding Glock was firmly held down.

A cold light flashed, and a dagger appeared in the man's hand.

The man's eyes were fierce, and he stabbed her hard.

With her other hand, she supported the man's arm with all her strength, and the tip of the knife trembled back and forth within a few centimeters of her face.

"Help!" Burgess yelled in horror.

"boom!"

The hand holding the handle suddenly exploded.

The dagger was also thrown several meters away, and blood spattered, splashing blood all over Burgess' face.

"what!!!"

The man riding on her screamed, hugged his shattered arm, jumped up suddenly, and turned around in a circle.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, the knee exploded, and red blood and white bones flew everywhere.

Sean twisted his body and struggled to stand up straight, but his knees hit the concrete floor hard.

Burgess turned his head sharply, his pupils constricting.

Ethan strode forward, his jacket swinging, and the Python revolver in his hand continued to spit fire.

"Bang bang."

Another two shots in a row hit Xiao En's body, raising two clouds of blood mist.

In the alley, blood was splattered everywhere, Xiao En's eyes were terrified, and his body was shaking back and forth.

Footsteps approached, and the hot muzzle of the gun was lightly pressed against his forehead.

"Sean Collins, I sentence you to death!"

Ethan grinned, pulled the trigger violently, and the hammer fell heavily.

"boom!"

　Thanks to the old man who has difficulty getting up and terminal patients for the reward, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)