My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 670 Rat
Seeing Nadia sitting down in the tea room, Rusek's face returned to normal.

Not wanting to look at him like a bear, Ethan walked up to Horsted: "Your friend, did you gain anything?"

"some."

Horsted obviously had some clues, and he said happily: "My friend received the wind. Recently, a new player came to the city. He has recruited a few men and is ready to do a lot of work."

"He's very well connected and I've asked him to arrange a meeting, just saying we can supply the detonators and fuses."

"If the other party agrees to meet, then it is very likely that this is the person we need to find."

"That's right." Ethan also clapped his hands happily: "At this time, not many people need to use these things."

While speaking, Horstead's cell phone rang.

He looked at the caller's number, motioned for silence, and pressed to answer.

After a while, he hung up the phone, his eyes lit up: "The other party has agreed to meet, that's now."

"What are you waiting for?"

Hearing what he said, Hank walked out of the office quickly. He already understood the information: "Go, find out."

"OK!"

Horstead stood up and said to Ethan, "Do you want to go together?"

"Can I go too?"

Ethan pointed to himself, a little puzzled.

"Of course." Horstead drank all the coffee in the cup in one gulp. "We didn't say how many people there were. Besides, if it's really those people, I'd be more at ease if you were there."

While speaking, he glanced at Rusek next to him. Obviously, this was what made him uneasy.

"Please."

Rusek spread his hands dissatisfied: "I'm not a rookie anymore."

"Well, that's right."

Hank agreed with him very much, then waved and said:
"Ethan, you go with them."

"Be careful and bring your gun."

Rusek lost his temper completely, scratched his head and put on his coat.

Less than 1 minutes after I got back, I had to go out again.

But this is work, there is no way, Ethan walked to the tea room and knocked on the door: "I'll go out for a while, you are here alone, is there any problem?"

"Don't worry." Nadia looked at the magazine in her hand.

"Don't run around."

Ethan looked at her: "Repeat what I said."

"Understood~" Nadia raised her hand helplessly: "I promise, I will never run around."

Hank also noticed Nadia inside, and cast a puzzled look at Ethan.

"Ask Erin."

Ethan blocked his question with one sentence, and Hank usually doesn't care about Irene's affairs.

That's not only the only flower in the intelligence team, but also his adopted daughter. Hank usually doesn't see such trivial things.

Three people in one car, Horsted first drove the car to a KFC.

After a while, a white man wearing a black knit hat got into the back seat and squeezed into Ruzek.

In his twenties, dry and thin, with a pale complexion.

"Fuck, I'm freezing to death."

After the man got into the car, he kept chewing the gum in his mouth and stretched out his fist to Ethan: "Are you also Horstead's colleague? I'm a mouse."

"mouse?"

Ethan looked at Horstead with a puzzled look on his face.

This nickname is not very good. In Laomei's culture, it is equivalent to Erwuzi and Big Mouth.

"My comrade in arms."

Horstead said: "I used to serve overseas with me."

"Hello."

Upon hearing this, Ethan shook hands with the mouse: "I'm Morgan."

"How?" Horstead turned his head and asked impatiently, "Where are you going?"

"Da da."

The mouse waved its arm with a smile and snapped its fingers twice.

"asshole."

Horstead took out some cash from his pocket: "The information must be accurate, otherwise I will not be able to reimburse you."

In fact, there is nothing good or bad about reimbursement of informant fees, everyone has a quota.

As long as you have a title, you can spend as much as you spend.

If you have to get accurate information before you are willing to pay, then few people are willing to be informants.

"understood."

The mouse quickly grabbed the cash, grinned and said, "It's been so many years, when did I ever lie to you?"

After he got the informant fee, he pointed forward contentedly:
"To the direction of Sedgwick, I have already arranged, the other party is waiting for us at home."

"By the way, you better not look so policeman later."

"Shut up." Horstead turned the steering wheel, the car drove forward quickly, and stopped near the street after a few minutes.

Under the leadership of the mouse, several people walked through the community park and came to an apartment building.

The weather is cold, and there are not many people who are active outside, mainly white people.

Looking at the community environment, security should be okay.

The mouse led them, walking up the stairs timidly, to the third floor, and stopped in front of a door.

The way they walk is sneaky.

Maybe that's why he got his nickname, the mouse turned around and looked at the crowd.

They all took off their police badges and stuck their pistols into their waists. They all looked foolish.

No more, no less, Rusek also received several months of training from Orlinski.

In addition, his original personality is also a bit out of the way, so among the few people here, none of them have the seriousness of the police.

"Bump."

When Horstead nodded, the mouse knocked lightly on the door rhythmically.

Through the radar, I saw a light spot in the house moving behind a door, but the wooden door did not open immediately, and the people inside should be watching through the cat's eyes.

There are three people in the apartment.

The other two dispersed separately, as if they were in ambush.

"Click."

Just as Ethan was observing the movement inside, the door opened.

"Yo."

The mouse greeted the man who opened the door: "Where is Charlie, the person I brought has arrived."

"inside."

The man looked at the few people outside, and withdrew his hand from his pocket: "Go to the living room and wait, don't run around."

The pocket was heavy, and it was self-evident what was in it.

"know."

The mouse bumped fists with the man, and walked in the direction he pointed.

A few people followed one after another, and stood apart in the small living room next to it, which was just a simple sofa and coffee table.

There are no pictures on the walls or on the furniture.

Either it is a temporary foothold, or it has just moved here not long ago.

There were pizza boxes, empty wine bottles everywhere, and the apartment smelled really bad.

"mouse."

Ruzek looked around. "About this Charlie, what do you know about him?"

"It's not that good." The mouse blinked at him: "In this world, who dares to really understand others."

"You are here to do business, as long as you have money to earn."

"You're right." Rusek raised his thumb and said sarcastically, "Very helpful."

While the two were talking, footsteps sounded.

(End of this chapter)