My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 529
Not long after, Hank came to the garage.

Gene poked his head inside, Ethan waved to him, and went out with Hank: "Where is it?"

"Harrison Park Community." Hank hurried.

The two cars drove fast and soon came to an outdoor sports venue in the Harrison Park community.

It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the patrol car parked in the middle of the football field could be seen from a distance.

As the vehicle approached, Ethan slowly stepped on the brakes.

"Crunch, crunch."

The boots made a pleasant sound when they stepped on the snow.

"Sheriff, detective."

Atwater wrapped his coat tightly and walked over. He exhaled white mist and said, "It's here, I think it should have something to do with the case in the morning."

"bump."

After closing the car door, Ethan strode over.

Right next to the patrol car, four corpses were placed back to back, like a cross.

Their feet were all wrapped up with tape.

The inch head is tilted here and there, and there is a bullet hole all over the skull.

The blood has stopped flowing, and it seems that it has been placed here for a while.

There was a long dragging trail beside it, the snow was stained with blood and turned pink, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

It was the first time Ethan saw these people with such unique looks.

He took out his mobile phone, snapped photos of several gang members, resisted the urge to post them on Facebook, and then looked at Atwater:
"Why do you think it has something to do with the case in the morning?"

"It can be seen from the traces on the ground that they were killed nearby and then dragged here."

Atwater tapped his finger: "I know these two people."

"They're from the Latin Priests."

"It must have been done by the Monarch Gang." Hank nodded, and said with a straight face: "They are avenging Russell."

"We need to move faster."

"Gang conflicts cannot be allowed to turn into gang wars."

You hit me one, I kill you four.

If the Latin Priests are tough enough to easily escalate into an all-out conflict, things will be even more difficult to end.

Seeing the strange patrolman standing next to Atwater, Ethan pulled him to his side:

"Have you changed your partner?"

"temporary."

Atwater stomped his feet coldly: "Rusek called Burgess away, saying that the intelligence team needed her for something, didn't he?"

"Oh, yes."

Ethan didn't know what Rusek was up to, but at this moment, it was difficult to dismantle him, so he could only nod.

"Let's go!"

Hank glanced at Ethan, then said to Atwater:

"You wait for the follow-up personnel to deal with it, and at the same time check whether anyone has seen what happened."

The two patrolmen nodded and could only stay here to endure the cold wind.

"I have something to tell you."

The two walked to the car, and Ethan stopped Hank: "About Horstead."

"What's up with him?"

Hank took the cigarette, covered his hand and lit it.

Ethan bit his cigarette and repeated to Hank what Gene had told him.

After listening to what he said, Hank frowned.

"Don't blame Gene." Ethan puffed out the smoke: "There are some things he can't shirk away."

"But that's good, at least we know what happened."

"idiot."

Hank crushed the cigarette and slammed it to the ground: "A complete idiot."

"I've warned him, but I just won't listen."

"Roddy, has complained to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, saying that during this time, Horstead has been harassing their family."

"This morning, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs warned me and told me to keep an eye on him."

"Then what do we do now?" Ethan leaned against the car door.

There are priorities, only one step at a time.

Hank was also troubled by these incidents, he waved helplessly and said:
"Let's settle Lexi's matter first."

Back in the Chase Room, I saw Burgess.

She changed out of her patrol uniform and put on jeans and a bright red coat, with a pink satchel hanging from her waist.

But now, there is no time to talk to her.

Ethan walked quickly to the printer, printed out all the photos he had just taken, and pasted them on the whiteboard.

"Things are tilting in a direction we don't want to see."

Hank folded his hands on his chest, he first glanced at Horstead, and then continued:
"Four members of the Latin priest gang were shot dead by execution."

"The bodies of these people were deliberately placed in this pose."

"This is a warning issued by the Monarch Gang. Anyone who opposes them will not end well."

"Russell, who was shot this morning, is a member of the Monarch Gang."

"We have to do something to calm this farce."

Antonio walked over with a photo, his face serious:
"I went to the hospital just now, and Russell's mother didn't know anything about what he did."

"That poor woman didn't even know her son had joined a gang."

"But she often hears a name from Russell's mouth."

"This man's name is Tamax Pierce."

Antonio posted a photo on the whiteboard, which showed a fierce black face.

"According to the information I have investigated, Pierce is one of the leaders of the Monarch Gang, and Russell is his low-level younger brother. It seems that this is Pierce's revenge."

"We'll start here with Pierce." Hank slapped the whiteboard vigorously:
"Find out his whereabouts and bring him back."

"First, they have killed four members of the Latin Priest Gang, so they might know Karaka's whereabouts."

"Second, even if he doesn't know, we have to warn him that no more related retaliatory actions will be allowed."

Everyone nodded and understood what he meant.

The next thing to do is to find Pierce.

Hank's eyes fell on Burgess. Such a bright and living person was standing in the hall, so naturally he would not ignore it.

He asked in a deep voice, "What's going on with you?"

Private affairs are private affairs, and public affairs are public affairs.

A patrolman appeared in the intelligence team in plain clothes, but he didn't know about it. Hank was a little angry.

Burgess was taken aback by his eyes, and quickly stammered:
"I'm pretending to be a tourist."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say, she could only look at Rusek, asking for help.

"I told her to come up." Rusek quickly stood up:
"According to the information we have so far, the Latin Priest Gang has a very important business."

"They'll take advantage of white kids, steal smartphones off Michigan Avenue, refurbish them and sell them overseas."

"From Margaret all the way to Millennium Park, that's what they did."

Rusek looked at the crowd, licked his lips and continued:

"I wanted Burgess to pose as a tourist and have her carry a phone with a tracker on it."

"As long as the mobile phone is robbed, we can track the signal of the mobile phone to find the lair where the Latin Priest Gang sells stolen goods. Maybe we can find Karaka's whereabouts."

Everyone nodded, this idea is indeed good.

For the current situation, as long as there is one more way to find Karaka, it should be tried.

Hank thought for a while, walked into the office, and said sharply:
"You come in for me."

The method is good, but it still needs to be beaten.

It's not a good habit to make a decision on your own without notifying you about something.

Rusek nodded to the uneasy Burgess, expressing his reassurance that he had to blame himself.

He took a few breaths and walked quickly into the sheriff's office.

(End of this chapter)