My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 467 Details
"That's great, is it your girlfriend?"

Rusek was extremely envious, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Ethan put the phone in his pocket and continued to play the game: "There are beautiful girls to introduce to me, the more the better."

With envy and jealousy, the three middle fingers stood up in unison.

A few minutes later, Gene hit the Enter key: "Finish, this is the list of attendees for the two fairs. A total of 45 people attended the two fairs at the same time."

"Based on the names of these people, I found the photos of these 45 people in the database of the vehicle management office, and they matched well."

He unplugged the USB drive and plugged it into another laptop:
"Take it and let that person identify it. I hope our luck is good."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ethan put down the PSP and patted Gene on the shoulder.

If there is no problem with the tracking direction, this can help them quickly lock the target, instead of looking for a needle in a haystack in the surveillance screen.

"Small idea."

Gene snapped his fingers, indicating that it would be a piece of cake.

Antonio picked up the laptop, and the three of them walked upstairs together.

He and Ethan came to the interrogation room, and Mitchell was yawning boredly.

Seeing them come in, Mitchell cheered up: "Man, how long do I have to sit here?"

"Until we find someone."

Pulling the chair to Mitchell's side, Antonio turned on the laptop: "Come on, make yourself useful."

Soon, photos flashed across the computer screen.

After a while, Mitchell scratched his face and scratched his head impatiently: "How many photos are there?"

"Just look at it."

Ethan didn't give him a good face: "Be serious, or should I talk to you alone?"

Facing the man who kicked him over, Mitchell dared not make a mistake.

He rubbed his eyes, concentrating.

"Wait a moment."

After flipping through more than a dozen photos, Mitchell's expression was agitated, and he quickly pointed to the screen: "That's the man, that's what I saw at the time."

"you sure?"

Ethan's fingers stopped, and what appeared on the screen was a blond white man.

It looks like a sales elite.

"I swear." Mitchell nodded quickly:

"I rely on people to make a living, you can trust me on that."

"That's fine." Ethan closed his notebook and walked out of the interrogation room with Antonio.

"Jeffrey Baker."

Ethan tore off the map posted on the whiteboard, and pasted a photo of the blond white man on it:
"This person attended the trade fairs in New York and Chicago at the same time."

"Gene found his information through the data of the vehicle management office."

"After Mitchell's identification, it was determined to be the person he saw in the morning."

"Very good." Hank nodded happily:

He looked around. Rollins and Alderfin came from New York and had no law enforcement authority in Chicago.

Olinski and Rusek were mainly responsible for undercover investigations, so in desperation, he had no choice but to turn to Irene:
"You and Ethan, go find this Jeffrey Baker and bring him back."

If something really happens, I can't stop myself, I can only let nature take its course.

Erin nodded and picked up her coat.

As soon as she looked at Ethan, a bunch of keys flew over.

Hurrying out of the police station, the two drove into a Chevrolet SUV and quickly drove to Rittenhouse Square.

At the reception desk of the conference organization, Ethan quickly got the participants' information after showing his police badge.

According to the schedule, Baker is participating in a trade fair.

Since there is no evidence, the arrest cannot be carried out directly, and the two can only wait patiently outside the conference hall.

"By the way, we met on Facebook."

Not long after Irene sat down, another moth came out: "You start a technology company, and according to your age, this will be more convincing."

"Snapped!"

Ethan patted his forehead again: "Can't I be a shareholder of an aboriginal casino?"

"The kind that can distribute more than 200 million US dollars a year without doing anything."

"Let's talk about business now." Irene looked at him like a fool: "Who will believe the lie you made up."

"All right!"

Ethan shook his head and simply cooperated with her, "What else?"

"How's your suit?"

Irene rolled her eyes: "It must look very high-end."

"More than $1 a set." Ethan shrugged and said, "It shouldn't be too bad!"

"Are you crazy?" Irene asked in surprise:

"Why do you buy such an expensive suit?"

"Is it expensive?" Ethan raised his hand and glanced at the time, and said nonchalantly, "I'm a millionaire, and that's just a small amount of money."

I have to say, this sudden outburst of demeanor really shocked Irene a bit.

After she regained her senses, she nodded with satisfaction:
"We met in Hawaii, and it was raining a little. We returned to the hotel and enjoyed a candlelight dinner together."

"Is it necessary to be so detailed?"

"Of course, you will treat it as an undercover mission. The more details are in place, the less likely it will be seen through."

"Okay, so what was our first time like?"

"what?"

"Details!" Ethan raised his eyebrows and looked at Irene:

"What color underwear did you wear at the time, sexy or ordinary? If someone asks, I have to answer."

"Gah!"

Eileen gritted her teeth: "Who would be so bored to want to know this."

"Who knows~"

There was a smile in the corner of Ethan's eyes: "The more details are in place, the better our disguise will be?"

"Do you want me to tell you what posture I like?" Irene approached and asked with a smile.

Sensing the danger, Ethan quickly changed the subject:

"No, I was just joking, by the way, what about the engagement ring?"

Irene put down her hands that were about to move, and looked prepared: "I'll go to the pawn shop to borrow two later, the informant opened it, and it doesn't cost money."

While speaking, she directly grabbed Ethan's hand and estimated the size.

"Boom."

The door of the conference hall next to it was opened with a bang, and the people who participated in the conference came out one after another.

When it was time to get down to business, both maintained a high level of professionalism.

They immediately stood up, facing the person who came out of the inside, and quickly sized them up.

One minute later, a white man in brown trousers and a blue shirt walked out of the conference hall.

The stride is strong, and the golden hair is meticulously combed.

With a standard smile on his face, he is tall and looks energetic and motivated.

Avoiding the flow of people, the two went forward.

"Jeffrey Baker?"

Ethan moved, blocking his way.

"What's up?"

Baker was busy sending messages with his mobile phone in his hand.

"Chicago Police Department."

Erin lifted the police badge hanging from her belt: "I'm Detective Lindsay, and this is Detective Morgan."

"Some things in your hotel are damaged, and the hotel's internal affairs have initiated a complaint. Please come with us, thank you!"

Baker sent another text message before turning off the phone:
"Sorry, as you can see, I'm very busy."

"And I did not do any damage to any of the hotel's facilities, I promise."

He showed a very iconic smile, with eight flawless white teeth.

"very good!"

Ethan nodded: "I believe you."

"So I thought, you wouldn't mind going back to the police station with us to clarify yourself?"

Erin turned sideways and stretched out her arms:
"This way please, Mr. Baker."

Facing the staring eyes of these two police detectives, Jeffrey Baker pursed his lips.

(End of this chapter)