My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 686
"I hope it's him too."

Atwater came over and said in a muffled voice.

The main reason is that this kind of physical characteristics is too common. In the criminal information database, seven out of ten people have tattoos on their bodies.

Even though it was tattooed on the neck, that was an astronomical figure.

After hours of watching, they were dizzy.

"correct."

Ruzek remembered something: "Hank's informant, have you seen this Hector?"

"Snapped."

Ethan patted his head, and he was also dizzy.

Is it right, just let Teisel take a look and it's over, and I'm still guessing here and there.

He immediately took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Hank.

In less than a minute, Hanke pushed open the office door and said hastily, "It's him, that's right."

"it is good!"

Ethan nodded and moved the mouse: "I'm sorting out the information now."

A few minutes later, he distributed the newly printed documents that still smelled like ink to everyone.

Then pick up the photo and paste it under Hector's name on the whiteboard.

"Suspected of armed robbery, independence trafficking, murder, and organized crime." Ethan tapped his fingers on the whiteboard and looked at the crowd: "I think this guy should have done all the felonies you can think of."

"According to the record."

When he was here, his voice paused: "Hector has been active in Philadelphia before."

"None of his criminal information is related to Chicago, and I don't know why he suddenly thought of coming here to expand the market."

"Maybe you brought it here."

Irene looked at the information in her hand and made a joke.

Philadelphia is in Pennsylvania, which can barely be regarded as half of his hometown.

"Hehe." Ethan glanced at her and put down the documents in his hand: "However, these materials are relatively old. It is not clear where he has been active recently."

"Maybe he got someone's support and decided to come to Chicago to upgrade his business and grab the market.

"That's it, only this information for the time being."

Hank flipped through the information for a while, then put down the case file: "Announce the city-wide wanted list, and distribute his avatar to every corner."

"What's the title?"

Erin picked up the phone and asked with a shrug.

According to the current situation, everything is inference, and there is no relevant criminal fact pointed to Hector.

It cannot be said that if you suspect that he is going to commit a crime, you will get him back.

"Make it up whatever you want."

Hank glanced at his watch and waved his hand indifferently: "I just need to catch him, it's as simple as that."

Irene is also used to his request, she shook her head with a smile and got through the phone, and the others also got to work, sending out Hector's information.

At the end of the day, there was nothing to gain.

Now we can only wait for new clues to appear. This is a city with millions of people, and we cannot rely on a few people from the intelligence team to search the streets.

The phone vibrated, and it was time to get off work.

Everyone has long been used to his behavior.

As long as there is no urgent work, Ethan will always be the first to run away, and he will never earn a dime of overtime pay from the police station.

During this time period, there were quite a few people in the locker room.

When Ethan walked in, he also attracted many curious eyes.

The aftermath of Ferrari seems to take some time to subside.

After showering, pack up in front of the locker.

"Hey."

A figure flashed by, and Burgess jumped over, his ponytail swaying.

She looked left and right, and quickly moved forward.

"Bah."

As soon as her lips were touched, she clasped her bulletproof vest with both hands, and said happily: "I don't need to patrol at night, I'm going to buy a lot of fried chicken and enjoy it."

"I'll bring the drinks."

Ethan also had some insight, and blinked at Burgess.

"Ok."

Seeing someone coming, she nodded quickly.

"By the way." Ethan looked at the Chicago police uniform on her, his eyes sparkled: "You should have a change of uniform at home, right?"

"roll."

Burgess came over with a punch and walked away quickly.

Now that dinner has been settled, Ethan is not in a hurry. After driving around, he went to Burgess' apartment.

The other party has already returned home and changed into a set of home clothes.

On the small coffee table, there are all kinds of golden and crispy grilled chicken nuggets, and there are two boxes of dipping sauce beside them.

Seeing Ethan's regretful expression, Burgess smiled, picked up a pistol leg and handed it over: "Hurry up, it won't taste good after a long time."

We are all acquaintances, so there is no need to be polite.

Ethan bit the big chicken leg, closed the door, and threw his coat on the sofa.

Inside the TV, the Victoria's Secret show is playing.

This thing is not only loved by men, but women also like to pay attention to it.

Of course, everyone appreciates it differently.

The carpet had been stained and was thrown into the bathroom by Burgess, but it was okay now, the two were not as restrained as they were at the beginning of last night, sitting together on the single sofa, eating fried chicken and drinking red wine.

Burgess eats a small amount and fills his stomach in a few minutes.

She took a sip of red wine, sucked her fingers, stood up, opened the curtain and walked inside.

"cough."

In less than a minute, the sound of coughing attracted Ethan's attention.

On the slender, smooth legs, only light blue short sleeves were worn. The buttons of this patrol summer shirt were all undone, with a full curve.

Burgess also wore a police cap with a large brim on his head.

"Shua, Shua."

Her fingers hooked a pair of silver handcuffs, her wrists shook, and the silver handcuffs followed in a circle.

"Gudu."

Ethan gulped down the red wine in the glass: "Officer, I didn't mean to. I saw the door was open just now, so I came in to have something to eat."

"Feel sorry."

He raised his hands and said in horror, "Please, please don't put me in prison."

"It's not up to you."

Burgess reacted quickly. She grabbed the handcuffs and walked over viciously: "You are suspected of illegal intrusion. I must take you away today."

"Officer, you forgot, you are only one person."

Ethan rolled up his sleeves and stood up with a smirk: "Tonight, I will let you try being handcuffed."

"what!"

Burgess felt bad for a moment, and took two steps back in horror.

"Don't try to run."

Ethan rushed forward, knocked her down, grabbed the handcuffs and put them on skillfully.

"Snapped."

With a slap, his buttocks rolled.

"Buzzing."

The phone kept vibrating, which was annoying.

"You'd better answer it." Burgess looked at the mobile phone with a lit screen next to him, and said helplessly, "It seems to be Boyett, maybe there is something urgent."

Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she couldn't move.

"Fake."

Ethan cursed secretly, let go of his ponytail, and picked up his phone irritably: "I'm Morgan."

"Boit."

Hank's voice was uncontrollably angry, and he said hoarsely:

"Teussel, dead!"

　Thanks to the old brother of the ancient gods for the reward and support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)