My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 527 Snatching the Right to Investigate

His father is a police detective, and he always hangs out with those people with bad deeds.

Not only stupid, but also extremely brain-dead.

Just like Hank's son Justin, the same mental illness.

Justin has gone to be a soldier under Hank's compulsory request.

Orlinsky, a rebellious daughter, doesn't know if she can change after this time.

When Lexie's sobbing stopped, Hank and Orlinsky finally rushed back to the Chase Room.

The two ran towards the tea room nervously, and when he saw the blood on Lexi's face, Orlinski's footsteps became flustered.

"fine."

Ethan waved his hand at him: "It was just splashed."

"She's just freaked out." Erin patted Lexie on the back, releasing her.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

Lexi stood up quickly when she saw Olinsio.

She said in a crying voice: "I don't know why things suddenly became like this."

"What happened?"

Orlinsky hugged her tightly, wiping the blood from her face nervously.

Both Ethan and Irene already knew the ins and outs of the incident. After Lexie left Hyde Park, she went to a party.

She and her boyfriend had been playing in the area where the party was held until this morning, and they had just left the party house when the shooting happened.

Hank crossed his arms and stood beside him with a serious expression, thinking about how to solve this matter.

"Hey, about last night."

Regardless of the two people next to her, Erin walked up to Hank and asked nervously, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Relax." Hank smiled:

"It's all settled."

Irene said helplessly: "Now the entire police station, everyone knows that you were taken away by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"And then?" Hank spread his hands:
"It was a misunderstanding, and like I said, it's been resolved!"

Seeing Hank's look, with some refreshing taste, Ethan knew that there was nothing wrong with him.

Leaving behind the two couples of father and daughter, they walked out of the tea room.

"Hank!"

As soon as he sat down, Pratt walked up the stairs quickly:

"Someone from the Anti-Mafia Team came over and wanted to talk to you about the shooting that just happened in the Pearson community. He is in the reception room on the first floor."

"Okay, thank you." Hank nodded: "I'll go down right away."

Pratt waved his hand, turned and went downstairs.

Hearing the anti-mafia group, Olinski's face changed. He looked at Lexi and said nervously:

"Is the person who was shot a gangster?"

"I don't know." Lexi shook her head.

Olinsky had a headache for a while: "Remember what I said, you don't testify against anything, understand?"

"understood."

Seeing her father so nervous, Lexi couldn't help feeling a little scared.

She put her hands in her pockets and nodded silently.

Walking out of the tea room, Olinsky stopped and looked at Hank solemnly.

The latter nodded, understanding what he meant.

"Let's go and see what's going on." Hank greeted Ethan, and the three of them walked downstairs together.

Hearing Pratt's words just now, Ethan also frowned.

The involvement of anti-mafia groups means that the people who were shot were gang members, which is not good news.

Things get tricky if Lexie is the only witness in the case.

When I came to the reception room on the first floor, there stood a white police detective in a black trench coat, and several people shook hands one after another.

"I think you should know what I'm here for."

The white police detective greeted him and immediately said, "The man who was shot just now is called Russell Thompson."

"According to my information, he is a low-level criminal of the Monarch Gang."

"One of the actions we're investigating, which also involves him, is the proliferation of exclusives in the Pearson community."

"To be honest, we really don't know why you came here." Ethan sat on the table and spread his hands: "Is this Thompson your informant, or what?"

"It's not considered an informant, and we just spotted him." The police detective of the anti-mafia team shrugged and said:
"The Monarch Gang has been occupying the territory of the Latins. This shooting should be a warning to the Latins to keep the black people away from their territory."

"Okay." Hank held out his hand to him:

"Thank you for the information you provided. If there is nothing else, we will go up first."

"uh-huh!"

The anti-mafia police detective held Hank's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I heard that witnesses were brought to you?"

"There are no witnesses, you misheard."

Orlinski leaned aside and said expressionlessly.

"Really?" The anti-mafia police detective looked at Olinsky:

"Interestingly, two patrolmen said there were witnesses with the same last name as you, Detective Orlinsky."

"Listen," the detective continued:

"I understand, she is your daughter."

"Then you should understand better." Orlinsky interrupted him impatiently: "As long as you become a witness in a gang shooting, it means you become a living target directly."

"I know what you're trying to do, and I absolutely disagree."

Ethan scratched his face, knowing that Orlinski was telling the truth.

When it comes to gang shootings, as long as someone is on a court witness list, it's pretty much the equivalent of a death list.

Those gangsters don't skimp on bullets when it comes to whistleblowers.

The trickiest thing about this kind of thing is not even knowing whose hand the bullet that killed you came from.

For countless street boys waiting to be promoted, this is the fastest way to make a name for themselves.

"Detective." The anti-mafia team frowned and said, "We have been investigating this case for several months."

"Now there is still a chance to catch people from the Latin gang. I hope you can cooperate with our work."

"I don't care how long it takes you guys."

Orlinski stepped forward excitedly: "That's my daughter, and I will never agree to let her testify."

"Hey, calm down." Ethan quickly stopped him.

At this time, curious eyes were cast from outside.

Hank quickly closed the door, and it didn't sound good to the ears of people outside.

"Listen." Ethan looked back at the anti-mafia police detective in front of him, and tapped the police badge hanging on his waist vigorously:

"Aren't we wearing the same things?"

"Why not give some respect?"

"Let me tell you something." Hank walked directly in front of the anti-mafia police detective and said hoarsely:

"From now on, the intelligence team will be in charge of this case, and you can go back."

"Hey, you can't just take away my right to investigate like this."

"I can and have done so."

"Only because of an eyewitness?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you, Detective."

"Xie Te, I will report this matter to the director."

"No problem, as you please."

After a tit-for-tat conversation, Hank opened the door again.

The anti-mafia detective nodded and stormed out.

Hank rubbed his face vigorously, and looked at Orlinsky: "You rest today, go back and take care of your family."

"Wait till we get this thing sorted out."

Olinsky nodded and left the reception room quickly.

This kind of thing involved gang fights, so he could only go home temporarily to protect the safety of his family.

Everything must be investigated and clarified.

"What are we going to do now?"

Ethan let out a breath and looked at Hank.

Although Orlinsky's daughter is a fool, he is one of his own.

"Find the shooter and make him plead guilty." Hank crossed his arms and puffed up his cheeks: "Or find other evidence that can make the shooter plead guilty."

This is the only way to go now, the two walked out of the reception room.

Antonio ran up the stairs quickly from the side entrance, and several people almost ran into him.

He asked anxiously, "Hey, I heard what happened."

"Where's Orlinsky?"

"Go home, you contact Horstead and tell him to come over quickly." Hank strode up and walked up:

"We now have a gang shooting that needs to be investigated."

　Thank you Mars Little Piff for your support, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)