My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 667

"If you mean explosives, you're right."

A white helmet stood outside the cordon and shouted at the two of them.

"you are?"

Ethan was not in a hurry, or he didn't want to go into the container, so he turned and walked towards the white hat.

Explosives naturally gave him an urge not to get close.

"I am the security supervisor here."

White Helmet shook hands with Ethan, and continued, "I was the one who called the police."

"What's missing?"

Ethan opened the record book, it was obviously stolen here.

"Water gel explosives."

The white helmet scratched his beard and said with a headache: "We probably counted the number, and it's about a hundred pounds missing."

"Water glue explosives?"

Ethan clicked on the notebook with a pen, expressing that he didn't quite understand.

But his face darkened. No matter what kind of explosive it was, it would be a big trouble if it involved a hundred pounds.

"It is generally used for mining and digging tunnels." The white hat continued to explain:
"We're also using it to blast bedrock, and whoever stole the stuff, if they wanted to blow up a building now, it wouldn't be a big deal."

"damn it."

Burgess cursed secretly when he heard what the white hat said.

While the two were talking, several cars stopped quickly, and Hank and the others got out of the car one after another and walked over quickly.

Facing everyone's eyes, Bai Helmet had no choice but to repeat what he said just now.

At this time, Burgess walked quietly to the side. She was standing next to a group of plainclothes in uniform, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

Ethan noticed her little movement and shook his head.

"I need a list."

Hank put his hands in his pockets, and a hoarse voice sounded: "All the employees of the blasting company, and the list of people who signed for these explosives."

"There is also surveillance video, which also needs to be copied."

"In my office." The white helmet put his hands on his hips and said helplessly: "The security personnel who signed for these explosives went somewhere. I have been calling just now, but I couldn't get through."

"Atwater, Irene."

Hank waved at the two of them: "Go and get the list, others, search the scene."

"Hey!"

In the distance, a yellow helmet wearing a vest waved its arms towards this side and shouted: "The body was found here."

Before the words fell, the people from the intelligence team ran over in one go.

The white helmet's face was livid, and he quickly followed.

Guided by the yellow helmet, the crowd came to a trash can. As soon as they approached, Ethan smelled a bloody smell.

Inside the trash can, a man drooped his head.

His face was pale, the blood on his head had stopped flowing, and a small hole was at the temple.

There is no doubt that this is fatal.

The white helmet squeezed forward, and when he saw the body, he said in a trembling voice, "That's the security officer who is responsible for signing for and taking care of the explosives."

"Go and get the list."

Hank said with a sullen face: "Hurry up, there have been enough recent bombings, and I don't want it to happen again."

Atwater nodded, and quickly walked forward with the white helmet.

But Irene was stunned, staring blankly at the corpse, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Lindsay."

Seeing this, Hank yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Oh." Only then did Irene realize, and hurriedly followed Atwater's footsteps.

I don't know what's going on with her these two days, she has been in a state of disorientation, Hank looked at other people.

"I'll call someone from the forensic room."

Orlinsky pressed the intercom and walked to the side.

Rusek and Horstead spread out to check the outside environment of the construction site.

"Where's Gene?"

Ethan put on disposable gloves and examined the corpse.

"The police station." Hank asked with his pocket in his pocket: "How effective was your intimidation just now? Edwin is not a simple character. He must be frightened once."

"Otherwise, he will be like a mad dog in the future, biting us."

"Don't worry." Ethan rummaged carefully: "What I do, I guarantee that he won't want to go through it again."

"When he recovers, he should call you."

After some searching, nothing was found on the body, and the wallet and mobile phone all disappeared.

"I suspect it's silence."

Taking off the gloves, Ethan said in a deep voice, "There is no trace of struggle, and the expression is normal."

"boom."

He made the sound of shooting, and gestured with his fingers: "Acquaintance, while he is not paying attention, shoot him to death."

"Simple and clean."

"Treat him, the clues will be cut off directly, and it will be difficult to track down afterwards."

Hank pursed his lips, thinking the same thing.

It is also the most difficult to deal with this kind of gangster who is very straightforward.

"We were in the corner and found these."

Rusek and Horstead walked over quickly, flicked the things in their hands, and dropped several surveillance cameras on the ground.

"Whoa~"

The camera hit the concrete floor, making a few muffled sounds.

Behind several machines, signal and power cables were all cut.

"No matter who did it, it was already prepared." Horsted patted the dust off his palm, shrugged and said, "We don't have to expect Irene to get the surveillance video."

"Jingle Bell."

In Hank's pocket, the phone rang.

He immediately looked at Ethan, and then took out his phone.

When he saw the caller's name, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked to the side: "I'm Boyett."

"Did you do it?"

On the other side of the phone, Edwin's gnashing of teeth sounded.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." Hank said calmly: "I just received an unexpected case. I don't have time to go there. I forgot to tell you."

"I'm at the scene of the crime. Let's talk about something later."

"Don't deny it." Edwin said angrily, "I know it's you, you're the one who asked me to go to that place, and no one knows that I'm going there except you."

"Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?"

Hank stopped pretending, and said lightly: "You started this game first."

"I'll be waiting for you at the coffee shop where we usually meet. Come here immediately." Edwin's tone softened instantly: "I don't know what game you're talking about, but I think we need to have a good chat."

"10 minutes."

Hank looked at his watch and hung up the phone.

Turning around, he found that several people were looking at him. Obviously, they all knew that Hank was dealing with Gene's affairs.

"I'll go with you." Orlinsky took off his cap.

"I'll go as well."

Horsted's eyes were firm. When he had an accident, others were helping him, and now he stood up.

"And I."

Ruzek stepped forward, determined.

Seeing them like this, Hank was relieved for a while.

"It's none of your business."

However, he still kept his face down and yelled at Rusek: "Collect all the evidence at the scene, and then return to the police station."

"Do your job well and don't think too much about other things."

It's not suitable for them to participate in what's going to happen later, and if they're not careful, it's easy to add chaos.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Ethan squeezed Rusek's shoulder: "It's important to solve the case. One person has already died. The progress here cannot be delayed."

If you can stand up at this time, you have a heart.

Throwing a cigarette into his mouth, he and Hank head outside.

The remaining three people looked at the two cars leaving, sighed silently, and had no choice but to release their anger to work.

In the cafe on the corner, Edwin was drinking coffee quietly by himself.

He had already put on neat clothes, his hair was shiny and neatly combed, and he didn't look the same as before.

Edwin never called the police for this kind of thing.

He didn't even notify his colleagues, and he looked too embarrassed when the incident happened.

It would be embarrassing to be discovered by others, so he first planned to negotiate with Hank. Edwin felt that Hank had nothing to discover.

I really don't understand why the other party should give me a warning for no reason.

While Edwin was thinking, outside the cafe, a car slowly drove up and stopped on the side of the street. Gene got out of the car with something and looked around.

"here."

Ethan pushed the door and got out of the car, and greeted him.

Hank also got off the Cadillac next to him.

Ethan took the document in Gene's hand, squinted his eyes and looked at it. The information was collected very clearly, and he flicked the paper in satisfaction.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Gene was a little uneasy and asked nervously.

"Snapped."

Ethan rolled up the document in his hand and shook his head: "Are you stupid? The other party threatens to kill you, and you still have to be moral to him."

"How about I go now, how about you go and reason with him?"

Gene blushed and shook his head quickly.

He patted the scroll on his hand again and handed it to Hank.

"I don't need to read it."

Hank waved his hand and took the lead towards the corner cafe.

"Hello." Seeing several people coming in, the waiter quickly asked, "Is there anything I need?"

"Three cappuccinos."

With a wave of Ethan's arm, the scroll nodded to the corner: "Just put it in this gentleman's account."

Smiling at Edwin with a shocked expression, the three of them walked to his place together.

Seeing Gene appear, Edwin immediately realized that this Asian boy had sold himself. No wonder Hank would do such a thing. He felt angry and stared at Gene coldly.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him hard on the head unceremoniously, disrupting his neatly combed hairstyle:
"I don't like the look in your eyes, better put it away."

Edwin's face was gloomy as if dripping water. He looked at Ethan angrily. This was the second time he had been humiliated today.

"gentlemen."

The waitress behind the dining table saw what happened with her own eyes. She quickly picked up the microphone and asked Edwin, "I have a speed dial here, do you need to call the police for you?"

The few people who came in all had unkind faces.

Now go around the table and hit the customer again, which scares the waitress a little.

"Don't bother you."

Ethan turned around and lifted the corner of his clothes: "We are all policemen, please hurry up with coffee, thank you!"

It wasn't until the embarrassed waitress put down the phone that Ethan smiled at Edwin and sat down beside him: "My friend, please go inside, thank you."

Edwin's face was livid, but he couldn't resist Ethan's strength, so he moved inside in embarrassment.

Seeing that he was like an irritated little daughter-in-law, Gene suppressed the panic in his heart and sat down with Hank on the booth.

"Boit."

Edwin's tone was angry, and he growled in a low voice: "I don't understand why you want a gunman to deal with me."

"Shh!"

Hank put his finger on his mouth and interrupted him. Several people just sat quietly, and the atmosphere was weird.

Soon, the cappuccino was served.

After the waiter left, Hank took a sip from his cup and looked at Edwin with bright eyes.

"I am a very principled person."

He put down his glass and looked out the window: "Anyone who knows me knows that public is public and private is private."

"In the intelligence team, there is a man named Antonio. You should have heard of his name. He once handcuffed me and sent me to prison."

"But I don't hold grudges against him. I know that he is doing business."

Hank turned his head and looked at Edwin again: "So I accepted him and let him work in the intelligence team. I know that Antonio is not targeting me."

"But some guys want to turn a business into a personal grudge."

"Instigate rebellion, threaten, eavesdrop, and use everything."

"Do you think that person is doing the right thing? Should it be?"

"Listen." Edwin gritted his teeth, and quickly argued: "I don't know what Gene said to you, I admit, I asked him to provide me with your information, as for wiretapping, there is absolutely no such thing .”

"I'm just doing my job, I'm sure you understand."

"Please, don't be too sensitive." Hank spread his hands and looked at Edwin with cold eyes: "Did I tell you that it was you?"

"I'm just telling you one thing."

"The reason why there are rules in the game is meaningful. They cannot be broken casually. The table is overturned. No one can bear the consequences."

Edwin shut his mouth and clenched his fists.

Ethan next to him put his hand into his pocket and took out a small object wrapped in a tissue.

"Mr. Edwin."

He smiled and opened the tissue slowly: "I don't know you well, but I think you and I are friends."

"So, I want to give you a present."

"It's worthless, but I hope you don't dislike it. This is my heart."

Following his movements, a deformed empty bullet casing appeared in front of everyone and quietly rolled down from his palm.

"Bangdang."

The shell casings fell on the table, and the sound made Edwin's body tremble violently.

His gaze followed the crushed bullet casing.

Until the rolling empty shells stopped, his neck slowly turned to the side like rust, and asked hoarsely, "Is that you?"

"Do you like my gift?"

Looking at his frightened eyes, Ethan showed his sharp teeth:

"Some people are idiots. They don't understand a very simple truth. People who sit in the office should never fight hard with people who work hard on the street."

　Dazhang, thank you brother Fudodo for your support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)