My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 694 Stop Fighting
Looking at the puddles of blood on the ground, Ethan was extremely troubled.

From just now to now, he has been thinking whether to tell what he has seen and known.

But that was Rebecca, my first friend.

Even though she was doing this kind of thing now, Ethan didn't want to go on the opposite path with Rebecca.

People are selfish, and he is no exception.

Take a deep breath of the cigarette, throw away the cigarette butt, and investigate first.

Maybe, Hector can be caught directly later, and he doesn't have to make a choice.

After confirming that Ethan was fine, everyone went back to the unfinished apartment building where the shootout happened just now. The corpses were being carried down from the upstairs, and they were lined up on a wasteland.

This scene is very spectacular.

Those who were killed by their own people, plus those who killed each other by fighting with each other, a dozen corpses were put together.

The most conspicuous one was the one whose head was chopped off by Hector, and the patrolman who took the head off was vomiting crazily beside him, his face turning livid.

The clever one who jumped directly downstairs was also carried over.

Not only was he beaten to death, but his legs were also broken.

On the other side, the remaining few people were all pointed at guns by nervous patrolmen.

Putting his head in his hands, he lay obediently on the ground.

In the middle position, more than 20 firearms, magazines and knives are piled up like firewood, waiting for follow-up processing.

Fortunately, the conflict took place in the unfinished building.

In the shootout on the street just now, no civilians were harmed, so Perry didn't need to be under too much pressure on this matter.

Ethan is here, especially eye-catching.

There was a bandage on his chest, only a black coat, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

While walking in the courtyard, no one dared to underestimate him.

After all, at least half of the corpses on the ground were caused by him alone.

On the fourth floor, several large tents were set up in a large room. Fast food boxes, cigarette butts, and wine bottles were everywhere on the ground.

Hector is also smart enough to know to hide in this place.

This is a place where even addicts don't want to come. Who would have thought that they would hide here.

"Look here." Atwater walked quickly to the window and pulled up a length of rope: "The two people just escaped here."

Ethan followed and poked his head out.

Two long soft-rope ladders hung down to the ground, still swaying slightly.

He secretly praised Hector's vigilance, as long as there is an abnormal situation, he can throw the fixed rope ladder out of the window, and he can escape at any time without fear of being blocked on it.

In fact, if Ethan and the others hadn't rushed over, Hector might not really need this thing.

Most of the corpses downstairs belonged to local gangs.

In addition to Ethan killing four, Orinski and the others also solved two, and the remaining three El Salvadors surrendered.

In addition to Hector and the person whose head was shot by Ethan, I really don't know who will kill who.

It is estimated that the people of the local gang did not expect that Hector would have so many people here. If they knew, they would not dare to come to die.

But after thinking about it, it's normal.

No matter how arrogant Hector was, it was impossible for him to bring only three or four people to grab the territory.

A dozen people crossed the river like a dragon, which is considered audacious of him.

A group of people searched the scene all over, including the garbage dumps in the corners and the corners of the tents, but they failed to find any useful clues.

The most urgent task is to find the next possible place for Hector to stay.

Since nothing was found above, everyone immediately went downstairs and brought the three surrendered Salvadorans back to the police station for interrogation.

"Boom."

Another punch came down, this time pulling to the chest, Ethan grinned.

"Rusek, come here." He threw the phone book to the past and waved his hand: "It's good to have an internship."

"me?"

Rusek was stunned, swallowed and took the thick phone book.

Everyone else was busy tracking down Hector's whereabouts, and Hank and Orlinski couldn't help it, so they simply asked Ethan to practice with the two newbies.

"hurry up."

Ethan sat on the bench and said with a sullen face, "Don't talk nonsense, Atwater will help."

"understood."

Atwater rushed forward and lifted the Salvadoran, who was lying on the ground in pain and breathless, to his feet.

"Fake!"

Rusek didn't bother to think too much, he put the phone book on the tattooed gangster, swung his fists, and the whole garage resounded with the sound of beating.

There was no time for a slow interrogation, and with Perry's acquiescence, they took the man directly into the cage.

Two patrolmen died, no one wants to play tricks with them now,

Hit as soon as you get started, and what you play is to extract confessions by torture.

"Bang~"

Another heavy punch was thrown out, and the force caused Atwater to take a step back.

Rusek breathed heavily, clasping his hands on his knees, the paper on the phone book was torn and stained with blood, and his knuckles were also bruised.

If anyone says that beating someone is not tiring, he will be the first to stand up and oppose it.

"It's me instead."

Atwater yelled and was about to take over.

"No."

The vicious curly-haired brother shook his head quickly, and shouted with grief and anger: "Stop beating, if you keep beating, you will die. What do you want to know, why don't you ask?"

What about dish cooking and free travel, what about respecting laws and regulations.

These bastards beat them when they came up without asking a word.

That is to say, the boy on the opposite side couldn't move anymore, so he slowed himself down.

"Yo."

Ethan stood up and grabbed Curly Brother's hair: "You can speak English, I thought you could only speak Spanish."

"You didn't even ask!!!"

Curly-haired brother's face flushed with excitement, extremely wronged.

Ethan looked at Rusek, then at Atwater, all three of them looked a little embarrassed.

Like, maybe, really didn't ask anything.

"I didn't ask, won't you say it yourself?" Ethan swung out a fist and hit Brother Curly's liver heavily.

"Cuckoo~"

Brother Curly made a meaningless sound from his throat, and his saliva dripped down.

"Shet." Ethan rubbed his chest, and said dissatisfiedly: "Now it makes you hurt, and I don't feel well, can't you cooperate?"

"Hector."

The curly-haired brother was devastated and had no strength, so he said weakly: "He can't stand without a woman for a day, so he doesn't rest with us at night, I only know that he is in a motel called Foss. "

"What else?" Ethan stared into his eyes:

"Where did you come from, and who sent you here?"

"Philadelphia." The curly-haired brother gasped, "Please, I'm just a soldier, and I'm only responsible for the work, and I've already told you what I know."

"Please, give me a break."

"If you want to fight, wait for me to slow down for a while, okay?"

It can be seen that he is telling the truth and not lying.

Ethan waved his hand, and Atwater immediately screwed the curly-haired brother to the temporary detention room.

"Forth Motel."

He and Rusek walked into the hall and said to everyone: "This is where Hector finds his daughter and rests at night. Maybe we should go and have a look."

"address?"

Hank immediately waved to Horstead.

In less than a minute, Horstead found the address of the motel, which was only ten minutes' drive from Harrison Park.

With the latest clues, everyone stopped what they were doing and prepared to search.

"You look like this." Irene put on her coat and asked with concern: "Let's stay and rest."

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

Ethan patted her on the arm and followed a group of people downstairs.

These people don't know who they are dealing with. If Borden is also in that place, if he is not there, he may lose one or two lives.

Several cars drove fast and came to the motel soon.

Support patrols have also arrived.

But they didn't act rashly, they just stared, waiting for the intelligence team to come over.

Today, the Chicago police lost two of their colleagues and two were seriously injured. Everyone became angry and vowed secretly to find Hector.

"Me, Ethan, Horstead, and Irene go in."

Hank's voice sounded from the headset, and he said in a deep voice: "Others, surround the entire motel, and no one can escape."

"receive."

The voices of other people sounded one after another, and they drove the car to various intersections outside the hotel, on high alert.

Ethan pressed the accelerator and stopped directly outside the door of the motel service office.

This is a small two-story building with a concave shape. The parking space in the middle is full of vehicles. It can be seen that the business is very good.

There is also a reason for this. In the corridor on the second floor, a few babes with hot pants and long legs were leaning on the railing.

They didn't speak, but smiled and waved to Ethan. From the body movements of several people, it could be seen that these heavily made-up people were engaged in an ancient and sacred profession.

"bump."

Slamming the car door, Ethan and Hank walked into the service office together.

Behind the counter, sat a fat, wretched-looking man. He raised his eyes and was about to speak.

"boom."

Ethan took a picture of the police badge on the counter, while Hank stretched out his phone: "What room does this guy live in?"

Inside the screen was Hector's headshot.

"Feel sorry."

Fatty Bai didn't know why, so he spread his hands.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan stretched out his arm, grabbed his collar, and pulled back hard.

The fat body hit the counter, and the water glass was knocked over.

"Two policemen died at the hands of this man." Ethan narrowed his eyes and said sharply, "I warn you, don't be an idiot!"

"Second floor."

The fat on the fat white man's face trembled, and he raised his fleshy arms: "The house on the far left."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Ethan pushed hard, and the fat white man's body returned the same way and hit the chair.

"Shh."

Draw your pistol and walk out of the service.

His arms waved quickly, and Irene and Horstead got out of the car at the same time, armed with assault rifles.

With Ethan as the arrow, a group of people bent over and walked up the stairs quickly.

Seeing their fully armed appearance, the young lady in the corridor on the second floor was so frightened that her face paled and she dared not move.

"Olinsky."

Hank thought of something, put his arms around Irene's shoulders, and pressed the intercom:

"Notify the patrolman, watch all the entrances and exits here, and let no one or any vehicle get out of the car, and I mean no one."

A group of people stepped on the iron corridor, making only small footsteps.

If you don't listen carefully, it's really not easy to find.

When approaching the room on the far left, Ethan lowered his gun in disappointment.

"Boom."

Horsted put on the breaking hammer and forcefully knocked the room open, but it was really empty inside.

The bedding is messy, and the smell of inferior perfume and fishy smell fills the room.

Several people covered their mouths and noses, opened the windows for ventilation and began to search.

Irene found a small travel bag from the cabinet, put on disposable gloves to check the contents, and threw several clothes on the bed:

"He didn't come back."

Needless to say, everyone can see it.

If you come back, at least these underwear will be taken away.

"Come on up."

Hank put the pistol back into the holster, and pressed the intercom: "Call a few more patrolmen, the hotel manager, the daughter-in-law, all give a statement and see what they know."

"There are also surveillance videos from the past few days. I need to see who came here with Hector."

"As well as the means of transportation, these can be seen on the video."

Following his order, everyone began to get busy.

"Sava."

Erin rummaged through the interlayer pocket of her travel bag and found a black business card with the name written in gilt cursive script.

"Do you know what this is?"

She handed the business card to Horstead and asked softly.

"never heard of that."

Horstead looked up and down. It was a shiny black plastic business card. In the middle of the card, the name Savoy flashed golden light.

He looked at it and handed the business card to Ethan.

Ethan didn't say anything, just glanced at it and put the card into his pocket expressionlessly.

What's the matter, let's talk about it later.

Searched all the rooms and found nothing else.

This is where Hector rests and meets his physical needs, nothing special.

The inquiry work of the few girls outside is also in full swing. Knowing that Hector has committed such a big crime, they dare not hide anything.

These people have all served Hector.

It's just that their rhetoric is the same. Hector is very straightforward in giving money and doing things very simply.

After finishing the work, they will be driven away directly.

He never mentioned anything in front of them, and never saw him interacting with anyone. Basically, he used them as tools to solve their needs.

As for Fatty Bai, the hotel manager, it's even more out of the question.

You can get those things in this place, you can open a house as long as you give money, and identity verification basically does not exist.

The credit card was, as expected, also a fake, not the same name at all.

After getting the surveillance video, everyone had no choice but to return to the police station.

After looking through the video for two hours, I found that Hector arrived at the hotel in different vehicles every time, either an online car-hailing car or a taxi, and I didn’t see him going in and out with other people. The last clue was also broken. Lose.

Until the evening, the whereabouts of the black Mercedes-Benz could not be found.

The atmosphere in the Chase room was solemn, and everyone was staring at the whiteboard blankly. This was the only photo captured on the public camera.

It was very blurry and the driver put down the visor.

In the blurry photo, only the lower half of the driver's face can be seen.

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