My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 637 Worth It
Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Rusek's brain was wide open.

"I think so."

Rusek scratched his face and said, "October is obviously going to run away now, and money is needed to run away."

"He lost his previous case appeal and spent a lot of money on that lawyer."

"Since the money has been spent, things have not been done properly."

He spread his hands and grinned: "Now that Bazhuo has come out, asking him for some money is very reasonable from the perspective of gang thinking."

"Facing the threat of the octopus, a smart creature like a lawyer will definitely think of cooperating with us."

"As long as the octopus is caught, he will naturally be safe."

Rusek's call made everyone nod their heads. As a lawyer, he must know a lot about Bazhuo, but they have nothing to do with this lawyer.

Now Rusek's idea provided them with a new way of thinking.

Since the lawyer doesn't like to cooperate with the police, then scare him into cooperating, as long as the goal can be achieved, nothing else matters.

"OK!"

Hank waved at Rusek: "Let's go now, you and I will scam this lawyer."

"Ok."

Ruzek picked up his coat excitedly: "But I don't speak Spanish."

"Nobody here will."

Hank strode downstairs: "There will always be someone on the patrol. Let's go to Pratt and ask her to arrange someone to call."

"Several of you, continue digging for clues."

Watching the back of him and Rusek leaving, Ethan returned to his seat.

"Boom."

As soon as he sat down, the phone rang.

Swipe the screen to open the message, and there is a photo inside, the waves are rough, it is amazing.

"Please, please tell me that what you promised has been done." Below is a message from Black, with a row of star eyes.

This guy is too particular about what he does.

I also know to take selfies of myself as a reward.

It's been a long time, and I've developed a little more.

But Ethan is not in the mood to watch it now, he just silently clicked Save.

"I'll do things, don't worry."

Fingers quickly pressed the screen: "What's your address, I'll send you a courier."

Just after putting it down, the phone rang again.

"I don't want to send a courier, for fear of losing it!"

"Well, do you want me to send it to you?"

"I have this idea, haha."

"are you crazy?"

"Please, don't tell me, it's not worth it?"

Along with the information, there is also a photo of white flowers, which is too high~ It is exaggerated enough, but it is still crowded.

Ethan rubbed his nose and quickly replied:

"worth!!!"

"Seriously, I'm going to Texas in a while. If you have time, how about we go together? You bring the things to me directly."

Black's messages came one after another: "I will go there with you, my parents are also relieved."

"Most importantly, it misses you."

Another photo was sent, and Ethan was completely overwhelmed.

His fingers moved quickly: "Time?"

Seeing Ethan's reply, Black said he was very happy, and soon sent over his travel time.

There is still a week or so, and there are only a few days in the itinerary.

Ethan made up his mind, and it's not a big problem to ask for a few days off when the time comes, so he immediately responded with an OK gesture.

He said he was still busy, so he put down his phone.

Not long after looking through the file, the phone rang again, this time it was Hank.

"There is a guy." Hank said hurriedly: "There is a photo studio in North Clark. This guy specializes in the business of forging documents. The lawyer said that he had introduced this guy to Octopus."

"I sent you the address, take someone to have a look."

"Ok."

Ethan hung up the phone and picked up his coat.

"What's the matter?" Olinsky asked hastily upon seeing this.

"Okay, it's you."

He grabbed the pistol: "Let's go, said on the road, let's follow up a new clue."

Hurriedly downstairs, the car went straight to North Karaka.

The Ford Interceptor stopped in front of the photo booth, and the two hurriedly pushed open the glass doors.

"Ding ding ding."

Orlinsky rang the service bell: "Is anyone there?"

No one answered, and Ethan knew that there was no one here, and there were no blips on the radar.

In other words, there are no living people.

They stood next to the counter, and there was a long aisle in the middle. On the innermost iron door, there were a few faint, blood-red fingerprints.

"in."

Subconsciously pulling out the python, he patted Orlinsky.

The two walked on the left and right, carefully walking inside.

Orlinski was careful about appearing suddenly, while Ethan was careful to check the evidence that might be left at the scene.

When I came to the iron gate, the door was ajar, leaving a gap.

He hooked his fingers around the crack of the door and gently opened it.

A middle-aged man with gray hair was lying in the room, lying in a pool of blood.

The room is full of sundries, the open space in the middle is a simple studio, and a broken video camera is on the ground.

In the corner beside it, there is a wooden chair.

On the ground around the wooden chair, there are many cut hairs. This place is a den of forged documents.

It was clear inside, and Olinsky immediately called the patrol.

Ethan put on disposable gloves, looked around, and picked up the camera.

"It's all broken like this, what's the use." Olinski looked at the broken machine in Ethan's hand, and stuffed a twist candy into his mouth angrily.

"Eating sweets all the time, you might as well smoke."

Ethan glanced at him, and stretched his finger to the side of the tattered camera: "Cross your fingers, I vaguely feel that there is an idiot here."

"Click."

With a light touch of his finger, a memory card popped out from inside.

"Sure enough, there are idiots."

Ethan turned around excitedly, showing the intact memory card in his hand.

Finding a piece of paper, he carefully wrapped the card and put it in his pocket. He continued to search in the room.

Since there is one stupid thing, it cannot be ruled out that there will be a second one.

"Hey."

Orlinsky pointed to a table in the corner: "Isn't this thing going to work?"

Walking quickly, Ethan saw what he was pointing at.

On the table, there is a laptop computer, a claw hammer is inlaid on the keyboard, and the keycaps are bouncing everywhere.

"Who knows."

Ethan unplugged the power and picked up the computer as it was: "Take it back and show it to professionals."

The police arrived soon, and nothing of obvious value was found at the scene. They quickly returned to the police station with their computers.

In the technical room, everyone gathered together.

"Stop."

Erin let out a low cry, almost poking her finger on the computer screen.

Jean stopped tapping the arrow keys, and the woman with octopus, the brown-haired woman, appeared on the screen.

It's just that she has reduced her hair from her original long hair to short hair.

Even so, he was recognized by everyone at a glance, and the picture continued to jump, and soon the photo of Bazhuo and his son also appeared.

His son didn't change much. Bazhuo's original messy hair was cut off and his beard was shaved. Now he still looks quite energetic. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell the difference.

"Okay, this is their latest image."

Gene distributed the photos to everyone, knocked on the table and said: "You have all seen the data in the computer just now, three fake ID cards, and several credit cards corresponding to the fake names."

"I have entered the information of the ID card and credit card into the early warning system."

"As long as usage records are generated, we will hear back very quickly."

According to Bazhuo's current situation, this will be very fast, it should be very fast. Everyone rubbed Jean's head in satisfaction and left one after another.

And Hank stayed until the end, taking a document from Gene.

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