My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 548 Live Bandits

Ethan's eyes twitched when he saw the newly cleaned car look like this.

Regardless of saying hello to Ian, he yelled at the black-haired boy:
"Hey!"

"Mommy Fake, stop for me."

This shout attracted the attention of several people present.

Ian turned his head and found that it was Ethan. He was surprised but also panicked.

It was only because the black-haired boy stopped when he heard Ethan's shout, threw the cardboard box in his hand to the ground, and turned around angrily.

He glanced at Ethan, then moved his neck and walked back:
"What the hell were you talking about just now?"

"Mitch, don't be mad."

Ian quickly stood in front of Ethan, waving his hands.

He kept gesturing to calm down the dirty-faced white boy who looked like something:
"This is my friend, please, don't do this."

"your friend?"

Mickey first looked at Ian, and then looked up and down Ethan: "Hey, idiot, what did you call me just now?"

"I told your mother to mess with Falk."

Pushing Ian aside, Ethan stepped forward: "Do you have any comments?"

"Fakyu."

Mickey cursed angrily, immediately went into his pocket, took out a sharp knuckle and put it on his hand.

He strode over: "I'll let you know what I have to say."

"Hey hey hey hey~" Ethan waved one hand, signaling him to give up this stupid approach.

Seeing his reaction, Mickey shook his fist in disdain.

"Shh!"

The python's revolver jerked out and pointed straight at the white boy's head.

Seeing the huge muzzle, Mickey's feet softened.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!"

He raised his hands hastily, making meaningless tones from his mouth.

"Hey hey." Ethan smiled and kept pressing down the pistol.

"Hey hey hey hey." Mickey squatted down in a panic, not daring to make any movements, and his mouth was still cooperating unconsciously.

The corner of Ethan's mouth turned up, and he poked forward with the hand holding the gun:
"boom."

It was just a sound from his mouth, which made Mickey sit down on the ground in fright.

"Hey, Ethan no."

Ian on the side looked over in shock. He would never have thought that there would be a gun on Ethan's body.

But Mickey is his neighbor after all, so he dissuaded him nervously.

Blinking at Ian, Ethan lifted the corner of his clothes to the person sitting on the ground and showed his police badge: "You are Mickey, right?"

"First damage the police car."

He pointed to the vehicle next to him, and then nodded to himself: "Try to attack the police with a weapon again, you are not small."

"I could shoot you right now, what's your opinion?"

"Shet!"

Before Mickey could speak, Ian asked in shock, "Are you a cop?"

"Come on, we're friends, aren't we?"

Ethan smiled at Ian, "Don't call me a cop, okay?"

The latter smiled and scratched his short red hair.

"What do you want?" Mickey said with a stiff expression, "I didn't really attack you."

"That's not important." Ethan shook the python revolver lightly: "As long as I feel that you are attacking me, that's enough."

"Look at the knuckles in your hand, whose words do you think are more credible?"

Mickey sniffed and had no choice but to admit his bad luck: "I am willing to make compensation and give you the money for washing the car."

"No."

Ethan said with a straight face: "There are also wages for lost work and mental damage."

"Mental damage fee?"

Mickey looked at Ethan in surprise, who is being frightened now.

"What you did just now scared me." Ethan put his index finger on the trigger:
"I'm very scared now, and I may go off at any time. Tell me, has my spirit been damaged?"

"Yes." Mickey Mouse nodded as if pecking at rice:
"I am willing to pay compensation."

"And these things on the ground, you stole them, right?" Ethan smiled.

"I have more than 300 dollars on me."

Mickey took out all the money in his pocket in distress. There was a thick wad of money, most of which were one or five yuan.

"It's because of Ian, otherwise I would have to drag you back to the police station to enjoy yourself." Ethan put away the python, waved away and said:
"Put the money down and get out!"

Mickey breathed a sigh of relief, got up on hands and feet, and quickly ran to the corner of the street.

Today is really too unlucky to meet a live bandit.

Looking at his back, Ethan smiled, and looked at Ian beside him: "Can I trouble you to hold it for me?"

There are people coming and going here, and when such a thing happens, many people stop and watch.

Of course, it is impossible for him to take the money in public, so he can only trouble Ian.

"no problem."

Ian nodded, and hurried forward to pick up the money that Mickey dropped on the ground.

Thinking of Mickey's appearance just now, he felt relieved for a while. The other party was a little bully in the surrounding area, and he didn't expect to be subdued.

Ethan looked at the guy who had been standing in the distance just now, it was an Arab, he looked in his 30s, and he looked timid.

He noticed Ethan's gaze and quickly put on a smile.

"This is the owner."

Ian came over: "I work here, part-time."

Pushing open the glass door, several people walked in together, until now Ethan took the change.

"Are you a police officer?"

Ian walked behind the cash register and asked excitedly, "Why didn't I hear you mention it, does Fiona know?"

"That's right, it's just a job, it's not worth being surprised."

Ethan shrugged: "Of course she knows, by the way, how much was the one that was robbed just now?"

"Thirty is enough."

Ian spread his hands and glanced at the shopkeeper who walked behind: "It's okay if you don't give it, anyway, you didn't snatch it."

"That's what Mitch did."

"This is him?" Ethan pointed to the Arab.

"No way, that's his character."

Ian sighed: "It's too weak to be popular in the Southern District."

"Snapped!"

Ethan counted out thirty dollars and pressed it on the cash register:
"In that case, with the money, I'll treat you to pizza tonight!"

"Great!"

Ian put away the money unceremoniously: "Karl will be very happy, do you want to be together tonight?"

"There should be no way."

Ethan shook his head and patted the police badge on his waist: "You understand."

"receive."

Ian raised his hands, and the freckles on his face danced: "The work of the police."

It's still working hours, so it's not good to sneak around for too long.

Ethan picked up a plastic basket, walked to the shelf next to it, saw the snacks he wanted, and threw them into it.

Just like today, I haven't eaten lunch yet.

Sometimes, you have to rely on these things to hold on.

Carrying a basket full of things back to the cashier, the settlement cost almost two hundred dollars, and the car wash will cost more than 20, which can only be regarded as a small profit.

However, there were not too many things in vain. After saying goodbye to Ian, he drove away from this small shop.

Wash the car and return to the police station.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I saw a few people who had come back before gathering together to discuss something.

"You came back just fine."

Seeing him appear, Hank said quickly, "I was just about to call you, we are going to Rosemont."

"what?"

Ethan shrugged in confusion, digging the ice cream with the spoon in his hand.

"Jacob Sims."

Antonio explained: "This man is one of the heads of the Yankee gang."

"Irene and Sumner have asked Tony Johnston's lawyer for the latest clues. Sims has been using that auto repair shop for black car trade while Johnston was in prison."

"After Johnston was released from prison, the two had conflicts due to issues of interest."

"According to the clues provided by the Rosemont police, Sims' whereabouts were found at the local exhibition center."

"Exhibition?"

Ethan interrupted him: "What exhibition?"

Several people on the opposite side looked at each other, and Rusek frowned and said, "The gun fair."

"Waterfa?"

Immediately, a scene of crowds of people with a gun on their shoulders appeared in Ethan's mind.

"That's right." Rusek also shook his head:
"It's Walter."

"Wait."

Ethan inserted the spoon back into the ice cream box and asked:

"How did Johnston's lawyer know these things, and what is the relationship between Sims and the dismembered Dr. Elliott?"

"Why did he kill Johnston?"

"This is a lawyer." Hank spread his hands and said, "As long as you have money, you can't do anything."

"Who knows what legal services she provided Johnston."

"Yes."

The others nodded one after another, with a look of approval.

"As for Sims." Hank continued: "The last call on Johnston's mobile phone has been verified, and it is Sims' number."

"The other two questions, we need Sims to find the answer."

"Okay, let's go then."

Ethan ate the few remaining mouthfuls of ice cream, and the empty box drew a parabola and fell into the trash can.

(End of this chapter)