My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 463 You Are A Millionaire
Everyone nodded, indicating that they were completely fine.

After the Chase room was quiet for a while, Antonio took over the words:

"There are no witnesses at the scene. The police in the jurisdiction have searched the two crime scenes and found no clues."

"The monitoring has also been checked, but nothing has been found."

There were several in a row, making everyone look at each other.

There is not even a reason, how can I look down.

"One more thing." Hank looked at them: "You have read all the existing information, and a similar case happened in New York."

"At my request, the NYPD's Special Victims Unit will send two people over."

"They will assist our investigation and help analyze the case."

"You people, be friendly to me."

Olinsky scratched the beard on his chin, trying to find a breakthrough: "Where are the sexual assault criminals registered in the system? Are there any acquaintances with the modus operandi?"

"no!"

Gene flipped through the information in his hand: "The DNA is being extracted from the victim's body, but it will take a long time."

"The murderer is so cautious, he probably won't leave us anything."

"It's not office hours today."

Hank patted hard on the map next to him: "Since there are no clues, we have to take the initiative to go out and find clues."

"This serial murder case, where the two bodies were found, are all on this riverside walkway."

"Get moving and look for any suspicious clues."

Jane's meeting will soon end, and everyone packs up their things and prepares to go.

"Ethan."

Antonio will be busy for a while, he said quickly:
"This case is very hot, and there will be many calls, some providing clues, and some requesting interviews."

"You go downstairs and find someone, come up and answer the phone."

"no problem!"

Ethan nodded. As soon as he walked down the stairs, he saw Burgess.

She stood at the reception desk shaking her head, tossing her ponytail.

"Burgess."

Ethan walked over quickly: "Don't go out on patrol today, help the intelligence team today."

"Okay!"

Burgess suddenly smiled, showing his white teeth: "If you have anything to do, just ask."

"Serial murder, have you heard about it?" Ethan walked to her side.

"of course."

Burgess nodded quickly.

"Very good." Ethan pointed upstairs: "Our people are going out to investigate secretly."

"I need someone from the intelligence team to help answer the phone. This case is getting a lot of attention. There will definitely be a lot of calls. Do you know how to deal with it?"

"know."

Burgess, her ponytail bouncing up and down, said excitedly:

"No problem, leave it to me."

After telling her the password to go upstairs, Ethan nodded to Platt again, turned and walked to the garage.

Looking at his leaving back, the corners of Burgess' mouth could not help but curl up.

"Kim Burgess." Platt looked at the computer screen and said expressionlessly: "Congratulations, you have been officially promoted to the position of Secretary of the Intelligence Group."

"Do not complain!"

Burgess filled out the report with a smile: "You have to take it step by step, don't be in a hurry."

"Ha ha."

Pratt glanced at her with a half-smile and continued typing on the keyboard.

After filling out the form, Burgess clasped his hands on his duty belt and ran excitedly to the stairs beside him.

Opening the iron mesh door, she walked quickly into the hall.

It was quiet up there, and no one was there, which made her slow down involuntarily.

But when she saw the whiteboard, she quickened her pace a bit.

The shocking photos one after another made her hold her breath.

For intelligence groups, this is everyday.

But for the average patrolman, it's exciting enough.

There wasn't much information provided on the whiteboard, and she didn't dare to flip through the things on the tables next to her.

After Burgess strolled around the tea room again, she walked to an empty table with satisfaction. There was a telephone here. Obviously, this was her workplace today.

Coming to the garage, everyone else is ready.

Erin put on a running suit, revealing her curves.

"Shhh!"

Ethan couldn't help whistling, but it attracted the attention of others.

"Feel sorry."

Facing Hank's gaze, Ethan raised his hands: "The weather is so good today, I can't help it."

Looking at the gray weather outside and the remaining snow on the ground, Antonio looked at the gloomy Hank and laughed silently.

Irene was all smiles, holding her waist with one hand.

Realizing that he had made a poor excuse, Ethan coughed:
"What are we going to play?"

Antonio put on a reflective yellow vest, Rusek put on sunglasses on his chest, and Olinski put on a windbreaker and a duckbill cap, showing a British style.

Clearly Erin is the runner.

The rest are road workers and tourists, but Hank and Gene are still the same.

"Me and Gene are commanding the car."

Hank waved helplessly, pointing to a large van driving into the garage: "You can use whatever you like."

Going to the back of the van, the inside of the van looks like a grocery store.

Yellow vests, safety helmets, and the cold spray marking machine I saw last time, all kinds of weird things.

When Orinski and the others were doing undercover investigations, they always chose the things inside to disguise themselves.

Ethan hesitated for a while, and took down a mountain bike.

It is easy and can maintain high mobility.

After the preparations were completed, they all went to the target location one after another.

Six people, three vehicles, dispatched collectively.

Following Iveco in front, Ethan turned the steering wheel.

"You're a millionaire."

Suddenly, Erin uttered a word.

"what!"

Ethan turned his head: "How do you know?"

"That's right." Irene nodded with satisfaction: "That's the kind of reaction you need, but you have to show it."

"You can't put on a questioning tone, so that you can pretend more!"

"What do I look like, I am!" Ethan curled his lips.

"This is going too far."

Irene shook her head: "Be humble, you have to give people the impression that I am rich but low-key."

"Lindsay~"

Ethan gritted his teeth: "I said you don't care?"

"You don't understand." Irene clenched her fists tightly: "I must not lose to them tonight."

Ethan said he couldn't understand women's comparability.

Just be a good tool man, he shrugged and turned the steering wheel silently.

Soon after reaching the section of the riverside trail, Irene hung up her earphones, jumped around for a few minutes, and then slowly ran forward.

After a while, Ethan also opened the car door.

He took the mountain bike from the trunk and rode in the other direction along the trail.

The cold wind is biting, but it still can't weaken the enthusiasm of tourists.

On the trail, pedestrians gathered in groups, admiring the city scenery of Chicago.

"Ding bell~"

The wheels are turning, and the mountain bikes are shuttled briskly under the landscape trees by the river.

(End of this chapter)