My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 546 Lucky Guy

"Are you sure?"

Erin asked, "Would you like to take a closer look?"

"Very sure."

The firefighter opened his hands and made a gesture: "At that time, the distance between me and the driver was only half a meter."

"Trust me, it's very clear."

"That's right." Ethan remembered something:
"Regarding the criminals that Dr. Elliott has testified against, should we look for photos of those released recently, maybe the driver is among them."

"good idea."

This is also a direction, and Hank immediately waved: "Irene, I'll leave it to you."

"no problem."

Erin led the firefighter out of the observation room again.

In the interrogation room, after Nick wrote down his whereabouts, he raised his legs triumphantly.

Taking the information he provided, Antonio came to the interrogation room.

"If he can provide a sufficient alibi."

Antonio patted the notebook, shrugged and said, "Nick is the luckiest defendant in the criminal history of Illinois."

"About this point, I need you to verify it." Hank shook his head and looked at Nick, who was chattering inside:

"I have a feeling he's not the murderer."

"Could it be that he bought murder to kill people?" Rusek asked.

"will not."

Hank made his own judgment: "Nick is the kind of person who takes business to kill people, not the other way around."

Nick's suspicion was quickly ruled out.

As Antonio said, he is a lucky guy.

Several phone calls were made without any problems.

When Dr. Elliott died, Nick was visiting his mother in a nursing home for the elderly in Milwaukee.

The other party sent over the signature of the visit and the monitoring video of the visit, and the proof of absence was clear.

"I've got it done here."

Irene walked towards the tea room with a stack of photos. She raised her arms and crossed her fingers: "I have found all the photos of those who were recently released. I hope our luck will be good."

The firefighters rest in the tea room. This kind of data just released from prison is very easy to collect, and there is no need to wait too long.

After a while, Irene strode out with a photo:

"Tony Johnston."

She posted the photo on the whiteboard: "This is the fugitive driver we are looking for."

After posting the photos, she quickly returned to her seat, and the files were all ready-made.

After looking at the bald white man posted on the whiteboard, everyone gathered in front of Irene's computer.

"Tony Johnston, a member of the Yankees."

Irene looked at the screen and quickly read out the bald man's information: "Johnston was sentenced for multiple rape cases."

"Bail was granted two weeks ago and an appeal is pending."

"Here is his address, and in his name, there is also an auto repair shop."

"The Yankees?" Ethan looked at Antonio.

"It's a gang that started out of prison."

Antonio went on to explain: "The people inside are all white supremacists."

"Notify the patrol, go to Johnston's address and watch." Hank waved:

"Everyone set off and head to the auto repair shop."

Since this is Sumner's first operation in intelligence, Hank puts her with Ethan in order to take care of her.

After starting the Ford Interceptor, the interior of the car was a little dull, and Ethan pressed the CD player casually.

Paul McCartney's singing sounded, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"You are really different from ordinary people."

Sumner smiled slightly: "The music of the Beatles belongs to the fanaticism of my grandma's generation."

It had already happened, so she looked away.

There is no need to struggle with the skills between adults to learn from each other.

"Music never gets old."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel following the rhythm of the music: "It depends on your mood to listen to it. I think it's enough to make people feel comfortable."

"By the way, I don't know if I should say something"

"You said."

The soothing sound of the guitar sounded, and Sumner watched the cars going by outside, listening to Paul singing slowly.

"Sorry, I'm not a stalker."

Ethan aimed at her out of the corner of his eye: "It's just that when I was downstairs this morning, I just saw your boyfriend go out."

"And then saw him at Lonny's crime scene."

Sumner said nothing, and continued to look out the window.

"Just out of curiosity, I looked up this person's information."

Ethan scratched his eyebrows: "Edwin Stillwell, he's actually married."

If it was someone else, he wouldn't bother to care about these shitty things.

I was also curious about who Hank was facing, so I went to inquire about the information of this Ministry of Internal Affairs official, Edwin Stillwell.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

Sumner's boyfriend is actually married and has a child.

Everyone can be regarded as friends who have communicated in depth, and Ethan felt that it was necessary for him to remind her.

"I know."

As the music continued, Sumner slightly changed the lyrics and sang along with Paul bitterly:
"Love is not an easy game to play."

After she stopped singing, her face also became serious: "Promise me, don't tell me about this matter again in the future."

"no problem."

Ethan made a gesture of receipt.

Now that the other party has made it clear and has chosen to do so, I have nothing to say.

Everyone does stupid things sometimes, as long as they can bear the consequences.

Arriving at the auto repair shop soon, everyone stopped the car one after another.

There is a large yard in front, and through the iron gate, you can see all kinds of damaged and rusty vehicles parked everywhere in the yard.

Further inside is a one- to two-hundred-square-meter one-story warehouse.

The bulletproof vests had been put on in advance, and a group of people quickly approached the iron gate.

"let me."

Orlinski put down the crowbar on his shoulders and was about to step forward.

"Need not."

Ethan put his hand on the iron door and pressed lightly.

With a soft squeak, the iron gate was pushed halfway open, and it was only a cover, it was not closed.

Withdrawing his hand, rubbing his fingers quickly, it turned bright red:
"Be careful."

He noticed just now that there were a few drops of blood on it.

Seeing the blood on Ethan's hands, everyone cheered up and quickly approached the warehouse along the abandoned vehicles.

The rolling gate in front was left alone, and they went around to find a side door, the door panel was covered with iron sheets.

Luzek pressed the side door like Ethan did just now, but did not move.

The button turned into a smash, and the fist hit the door heavily:

"Chicago police."

"Let me do it." It was Sumner, stepping forward with a shotgun in her hand.

"Wait." Lusek quickly stopped her:
"What kind of ammunition is loaded?"

"Don't worry, break the door." Sumner raised the handle of the gun, and pointed the muzzle diagonally at the door lock: "Get out of the way."

Seeing her resolute appearance, Ethan raised his eyebrows at Hank.

The crowd took two steps back, and Sumner pulled the trigger hard.

"Boom!"

The position of the door lock instantly turned into a hole.

Parts fell inside, ping-pong.

Sumner immediately lowered his gun and took a few steps back. Rusek quickly followed and kicked hard at the iron gate.

"Bang~"

The side door still didn't move at all. Rusek didn't expect this situation, and his feet slipped.

Ethan pulled him up, avoiding a public embarrassment.

"There must be other bolts."

Seeing this, Sumner quickly pumped the shotgun at the hinge of the door and fired two more shots.

"let's go."

Ethan patted Ruzek on the back and pushed him forward.

This time Rusek lived up to expectations and knocked down the door with his shoulder.

(End of this chapter)