My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 685 Drive out of Chicago

"Ms. Bowman?"

Hank pressed: "What are the characteristics, or clues worth following up?"

"how could I know."

Teisel shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Just from what he said, he might be Hector's upper family, and it might be helpful to you."

I don't even know the last name or the first name, so I have a fart to help.

Or, just a nickname.

Ethan curled his lips, and a beautiful image suddenly flashed in his mind.

However, that thought was instantly suppressed by him.

The old man was probably far away in Pennsylvania, and given her previous situation, it would be good if she could survive.

And this is a Salvadoran, so it's impossible to think about it.

It's not that I didn't think about it, so I went to help her.

It was very easy to find her a job at the Chino Casino, but at that time there was no one around.

Ethan sighed secretly, turned and left.

When the vehicle was driving outside, through the rearview mirror, Teisel's blue hat could be seen still shaking back and forth.

"How about it, are you interested in wandering around his territory?"

Hank's voice came from the intercom.

"No problem." Ethan turned the steering wheel and followed Hank to drive the car to Teisel's territory.

Not only that, but also walked around several blocks.

Sure enough, something was very wrong. When driving, the old blacks in the streets and alleys all cast unkind eyes.

It wasn't until he saw that the person inside was a white person that he turned his gaze away.

Most of the Salvadorans are the mixed descendants of Indians and Spaniards. Most of them have tattoos on their bodies and faces.

Ethan and Hank, obviously not.

Feeling the tense atmosphere, Ethan frowned.

No kidding, if an ordinary Salvadoran passes by here, it is very likely that he will be greeted by a few bullets flying from nowhere.

Ethan also knew why the Salvadorans were staring at the few blocks around here.

The transportation is really convenient and extends in all directions.

The rich guys in the North District and the top students in the Ivy League want to buy something interesting. With just a turn of the steering wheel, they can easily find all kinds of drug sales outlets.

Moreover, these slum blocks are a mixture of black, white, and brown.

There are people of all colors, and they are Salvadorans who operate here, and they will not be too conspicuous.

They don't want to do anything in a purely black neighborhood like that.

For dealers, this is a gold market, and ambitious people can radiate here and expand the entire Midwest market.

No wonder there are several gangs entrenched in a few small blocks.

On the street, old blacks still sell pills, but at the end of the street, a few Latinos shrink their heads and sell fans.

"Let's go back!"

The intercom beeps, and Hank's Range Rover speeds away.

Feeling that something is wrong here is enough.

Ethan also kept up with his movements, stepping on the accelerator with his big foot, but he just drove a Ferrari, and now it feels a bit awkward to drive a Ford Interceptor.

The speed is not fast enough, and the acceleration is also fleshy.

When he returned to the police station, he breathed a sigh of relief, and wandered around for about two hours, and the group of policewomen, who were all gorgeous, finally left.

He really didn't dare to touch these people, not even in a friendly match.

Maybe when exercising, these women will secretly poke a hole in the cover, directly help themselves, and bet that they will have nothing to worry about for the rest of their lives.

"All right."

Hank walked quickly into the main room, clapping his hands vigorously: "Now, put down the things at hand."

"Now there are more urgent things waiting for us to do."

In the eyes of everyone, he pulled the whiteboard away: "Hector, a Salvadoran, has tattoos on his neck and a scar on the back of his head."

Swipe a pen and write names and physical characteristics in the middle of the whiteboard.

With a wave of his arm, he drew an arrow upward, and wrote Bowman, a suspected female.

"What we have to do now is to find these two people." Hank looked around and said in a deep voice: "I just received news from an informant, Salvador, who wants to enter the venue to snatch a few blocks. Control."

"They want to grab business, and that's bound to create a lot of confusion and conflict."

He looked at Orlinsky again, narrowed his eyes and said:

"I think you remember what happened the last time the Salvadorans came over?"

"of course."

Orlinski bit the twist candy hard and sighed:
"Blood, blood, blood."

"Until now, the neighborhood where those people live is the most chaotic."

"At night, even the patrolmen don't want to go there for duty."

These words of his cheered up the people present. Horsted pointed to the whiteboard with a ballpoint pen and frowned, "Do we only have this little information?"

Hank also knows that things are difficult, mainly because there is too little information.

"Yes."

He patted the whiteboard and drew a circle on Hector's name: "Let's start with him, crime information database, border checkpoint, entry-exit database, check one by one."

"Ask Gene to do a retrieval program, and you will follow along."

"cough!"

Ethan covered his mouth with his fist, coughed dryly, and returned to his seat.

"You do it yourself, and compare based on physical characteristics." Hank reacted to Ethan's reminder, and waved his hand awkwardly: "We need to find this Hector before he makes a killing."

"According to the information provided by the informant, Hector has already started to act."

"Find him ASAP, we're going to kick him out of Chicago, our fucking city."

Regarding the fact that Hector had killed four people, Hank never mentioned it, and it was useless to mention it. According to Teisel, the crime scene had already been almost destroyed by them.

Now we can only find out Hector's detailed information, and Ethan also opened the database and started searching.

I hope Hector is not a nickname, that will make the search difficulty another level.

Hank, Orlinski and the others also called the informant one after another to see if there were other channels to obtain some clues.

Been busy for several hours, and finally made some discoveries.

"Hector Morales."

Ethan looked at the criminal database, snapped his fingers, and shouted loudly, "If I guessed right, it should be him."

"let me see."

Rusek quickly turned around and leaned in front of the computer screen.

Above are some prison photos. They look thin and small, with a goatee, tattoos all over the neck, and a string of Latin letters tattooed above the eyebrows of the two eyes.

In the profile photo, it can be seen that the hair on the back of his head is streaked.

Whether it is a scar or not, cannot be confirmed.

He has short curly black hair and cold eyes.

　Thanks for the reward and support from Brother Wuji Woyou, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)