My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 639 Slavs
"Isn't it, I think you should be very clear."

Ethan took the phone back, pouted and said, "I admire Bazhuo very much now, for his own freedom, he can do anything."

"That's right, he's still young."

"Go back to Colombia, find a few more women, and have as many children as you want."

"To shut up!"

The brown-haired woman broke out emotionally and shouted angrily: "You don't understand!!!"

"You don't understand." She repeated the words again, but her voice suddenly dropped, and her body trembled: "Madjafake."

"Catch him, you guys go and get that damn Fake back."

"Please believe me." Seeing her collapse, Erin stepped forward to hold her hand: "We also want to catch Octopus. He killed too many people for himself, but we don't have any clues now."

"If you remember anything, anything."

Irene stared at her and said seriously: "Anything that can help us, you have to say it."

The brown-haired woman breathed heavily, and her mind kept turning.

Bazhuo has been arrested and imprisoned for several months, and he has even changed two healthy gardeners, so how does he know what his escape plan is.

"Slavs."

She thought of something, and quickly raised her head and said angrily: "I escaped from here today. After Bazhuo got into the car, the first thing I did was to make a phone call."

"But I don't understand what he's saying, I just know it's Slavic."

Several people glanced at each other, and then walked out of the interrogation room. This person was also being used. It was impossible for Bazhuo to tell her about his escape plan.

Returning the Glock to Hank, Ethan scratched his chin:

"Slavic, what's the relationship between Colombians and Slavs in Chicago?"

"not so good."

Hank put away the pistol and walked forward: "However, it is also a clue worth following up."

"Now sort out the information we have at hand, and look at the places where the Octopus and the Slavs have intersected."

In the Chase Room, Sumner was packing his things.

She was sullen and depressed.

Leaving the Intelligence Group in this way was beyond her expectation.

"Hey."

Ethan looked at Hank who walked into the office, and pressed Sumner's arm: "Don't worry, I'll talk to him, there might be some misunderstanding."

"no need."

Sumner smiled reluctantly: "This has nothing to do with a misunderstanding."

"When something like this happened, I will continue to stay in the intelligence team. It's not interesting, nor will I feel happy."

Ethan scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

It can be said that Hank issued a notice to Sumner in front of the entire group.

Sumner was right, even if Hank changed his mind and she continued to stay, there would be a gap between the two of them, so it would be better to get together and separate.

"This item is the information I found about Octopus."

She took out a folder from the paper box and handed it to Ethan: "I don't have a chance anymore, take some time to take a look, maybe there are useful clues."

"Promise me, find that bastard and avenge Antonio."

"Most definitely."

Ethan took the folder and nodded heavily.

Sumner patted the table lightly, hugged Ethan again, and said with a smile:

"I am leaving."

"Hey." Irene also walked over quickly, and held out her hand to Sumner: "You are a good detective, and I am really sorry about what happened now."

"In other places, you will definitely do something."

"Thank you."

Sumner shook her hand. "You're a good cop, too."

Rusek and Horsted also came over one after another, and said some scene words and words of encouragement.

After all, after working together for a period of time, the efforts of the other party are obvious to all.

Sumner took one last look at the sheriff's office, picked up the cardboard box containing his personal belongings, and walked downstairs without looking back.

……

Big city, big police station.

It is not surprising that there is a change in personnel. Others are used to it and continue to be busy with their work.

Ethan looked at the empty desk and let out a heavy breath.

"Talk?"

He opened the door and walked into the sheriff's office, smoked a cigarette, and sat down on a chair.

"Is it about Sumner?"

Hank naturally noticed what was happening outside. He lit a cigarette and said bluntly: "She is the ghost, someone sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"She informed the Ministry of Internal Affairs about the last bank robbery."

"It's not her." Ethan shook his head: "I asked her, and Sumner said she didn't do this."

"It's her."

Hank flicked the cigarette ash, and said firmly: "I asked Gene to check her. During this time, she has had many phone calls with Edwin, and the conversation time is not short. This is not normal."

"At first, I thought she was just introduced by Edwin."

"Now it seems that she is the nail in the intelligence team of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so she must go, otherwise everyone will be in trouble in the future."

"Edwin, do you remember who it is?"

"Of course." Ethan nodded silently.

How could I not know, that was Sumner's boyfriend, Hank's opponent.

Call records, I can explain to Hank.

But what's the point of that? If Hank knew that Sumner was Edwin's little lover, he might be even more intolerable to her.

The matter has come to this point, there is no need to mention some words.

Sumner probably didn't like telling her about her, she was a very strong woman.

Smoking a cigarette, Ethan directly flipped through the documents Sumner had left for him in the sheriff's office. When he turned to the next page, his movements stopped.

He raised his head and looked at Hank:

"You just said that the relationship between the Slavs and the Colombians like Octopus is not very good?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Hanke nodded and replied: "The two groups of ethnic groups have disputes in the luxury goods market, and they fight more fiercely."

"That definitely doesn't include this man named Schnetnovsky." Ethan looked at the information above:

"This name should be the Slavs."

"Here it turns out, this guy used his nightclub as collateral to apply for bail on Octopus."

"No way, he's never been bailed."

Hank took the folder, frowned and said: "The bail of Octopus is 100 million US dollars, you need clean money, these traffickers can't get it."

"So it didn't work out, and this Schnettnowski's nightclub isn't worth a million."

Ethan's eyes lit up, and he continued:
"Could this Slav be the one who called after Octopus escaped from prison?"

"do not know."

Hank closed the folder and patted it excitedly: "This is exactly what we need to understand. Whoever found this thing is very useful."

"Sumner."

Ethan sniffed and extinguished the cigarette.

"She's a good detective."

With a complicated expression, Hank took a deep breath of his cigarette.

Information about Schnetnovsky will be found soon.

This is a newly rising Slav gang, and he is also the leader of this gang.

The address doesn't even need to be looked up, it's just shown on the profile.

A group of people dispatched quickly, but at this time, there was one less person in their team, and it became a six-member team.

Ten minutes later, they came near the Slav gang nightclub.

Everyone was already fully dressed, and when they arrived at the place, they immediately split up. Ethan, Orlinski, and Rusek rushed back from the alley next to them.

Hank and the other two stayed in the car, looking coldly at the yawning little boy standing in the distance.

"Boom."

With a lunge, Ruzek knocked the Slav who was squatting and smoking by the back door to the ground.

I thought it could be subdued quickly, but the opponent quickly reacted.

The two were about to wrestle together when the black barrel of the gun was pressed against the head of the Slav.

It doesn't matter whether the other party can understand the words here, the gun barrel is basically known by the whole world.

The strong Slavs quickly raised their hands.

"The back door is done."

Olinsky stood behind, watching the young man work easily, he pressed the intercom: "You can do it at any time, by the way, now that Sumner is gone, should we consider finding a new person?"

"I already have someone to choose."

Hank's voice sounded: "After 30 seconds, start acting."

"Rookie?" Rusek pressed the head of the man on the ground excitedly: "Haha, that means I'm no longer a rookie."

"Shh."

Ethan patted him on the head and said, "Keep your voice down, rookie."

"Understood." Rusek put handcuffs on the Slavs resentfully, and said in a low voice, "You only arrived at the intelligence team one day earlier than me, but I'm the only one newcomer."

Orlinski handed the battering hammer to Rusek, holding the pistol:

"do you have any opinion?"

"no!"

Looking at Ethan's half-smile face next to him, Rusek shivered.

"Boom."

When the countdown ended, Rusek swung the hammer vigorously.

"Chicago police."

Ethan yelled and rushed in.

In this small nightclub, there were five or six Slavs. When they heard the movement, they all rushed to the side.

"Da da da."

He immediately fired half of the shuttle bullets, and the wooden floor crackled and exploded.

This movement frightened most of the people to freeze in place.

"I'm you, so I wouldn't want to touch it." Ethan aimed his gun at a long-haired man. This guy reacted the fastest and almost touched the submachine gun placed on the bar.

On the other side, a man grabbed a backpack and ran for the front door.

Hank strode in and knocked the man over with one shot.

The people behind caught up one after another and quickly controlled the people inside.

"Get down on the ground."

Ruzek yelled at those people, but there was no response.

"Go down, go down."

In desperation, he had no choice but to point hard at the floor, repeating simple words in his mouth.

"Bang~"

When Horsted came up, he knew that these people couldn't understand. He moved his toes vigorously, pressed his hand, and pressed the person to the ground.

Actions speak louder than words, and others also got down one after another.

The long-haired man who rushed to the bar was also taken aside by Ethan, and Orlinski handcuffed him.

On the bar, there was a row of guns.

There are both long and short guys, and there is no shortage of cold weapons that shine coldly.

In the middle of the dance floor of this small nightclub, there is a long table with white powder and dispensing tools on it.

"The back is safe."

Irene walked quickly from the small room next to her, and threw a large bag of things on the table: "There is more coke powder in it, and I didn't see Octopus."

"Call the police over to deal with it." Hank waved his arm: "We don't have time to get this, we need to speed up the interrogation."

By simple visual inspection, there are more than ten pounds of cocoa powder here.

In normal times, this is a moderate gain.

But they are not interested in these things now, the most important thing is to hurry up and ask about the news of the eight claws.

"understood."

Irene nodded, pressed the intercom, and walked to the side.

In the garage, Ethan looked at the ground, the blood stains left by Bielden had been cleaned up.

But in the air, there is still a faint smell of blood.

Holding up the photo in his hand, he walked in front of the iron cage. In the small cage, there were seven burly Slavs crowded together.

"which one?"

Ruzek opened the iron cage and glanced back and forth, almost like picking goods.

Coincidentally, Schnetnovsky was the long-haired man who almost collapsed. This guy was sitting on the bench inside, and the other six were either standing or squatting.

They've all been locked in a cage, and they're still putting on the pomp of the boss here.

"you."

Ethan stretched out his finger, pointed at Schnetnovsky and hooked his finger.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the words, as long as you can read the gestures.

Schnetnovsky looked left and right, and walked out of the cage with a sullen face.

"Davari." Ethan patted his face:
"Tell me, where is the octopus?"

Octopus is a nickname, it sounds a bit like Bubble's pronunciation, Ethan doesn't believe he can't understand.

Schnetnowski chattered a series of words, and then concluded with Suka.

"Boom."

The fist landed on the Slav's slightly protruding stomach like lightning, causing him to kneel down in pain with his arms folded over his stomach.

"Hey."

Irene spread her hands: "What did he say?"

"do not know."

The corner of Ethan's mouth turned up, and he grabbed Schnetnovsky again.

"I don't know!" Irene rolled her eyes: "Then why did you hit him?"

"I'll make a bet with you."

Ethan pinched Schnetnovsky's face and looked at him coldly: "You bastard, you must have been swearing just now. It's bullying and we don't understand."

"You are really nothing, I still call you Davari, you are not worthy."

"guys."

Gene came out of the technical room, holding a computer in his hand: "I have cracked the password of the computer you brought back from the nightclub. There are many emails on it, but they are all in Cyrillic, and I can't understand them."

"damn it."

Erin grabbed the bulletproof vest and cursed secretly.

"What are the chances that Pratt will help us find another person who can speak Slavic?" Rusek shrugged and looked at Hank helplessly.

"Don't bother her."

Hank took out his mobile phone: "I know someone who can speak Slavic, so bring this guy up first."

"Ok."

Ethan nodded, and together with Irene, led Schnetnovsky upstairs.

When the two came out of the interrogation room, Hank's friend had already arrived in the Chase room. He was a black-haired man, sitting on the vacated table, flipping through the emails in the computer.

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(End of this chapter)