My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 799 Robbed (Two in One)

The group of them lived not too far from the police station.

It didn't take long for the vehicle to arrive outside a villa. The place where Hank lived was similar to the place he rented before, and they were all small buildings that were almost side by side.

Beside the road, there are tall trees.

And Hank's Cadillac was parked beside the sidewalk in front of the house.

"I just said he's fine."

Ethan stepped on the brake, pointed to Hank's vehicle and said, "Maybe you overslept, you think too much."

"Go and have a look."

Irene didn't believe this kind of rhetoric. She had known Hank for more than ten years, and she had never seen him oversleep.

Unbuttoning the seat belt, she opened the door:

"Is it sick?"

The two walked through the courtyard and up the steps.

Only the glass door was closed, and through the glass, the living room was empty and the whole house was silent.

"Bump bump."

Erin patted the door frame and shouted Hank's name.

"boom."

Ethan wrapped his fist in his clothes, and he punched it out. The glass shattered into pieces and fell to the floor inside.

Through the radar, there is not a single light spot in the house.

But the vehicle was parked outside. The most important thing was that from my own angle, I could just see a corner of the restaurant, where a dining chair was overturned on the ground.

This is also the reason why he broke the door directly in a hurry.

"Are you crazy?"

Irene was taken aback and showed the key in her hand.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan was a little embarrassed, and quickly unlocked the door: "I forgot you have the key here."

I didn't understand why the other party reacted so violently, but Irene followed Ethan and walked quickly inside. When she came to the living room, she saw the chairs lying on the ground in the dining room and the coffee cups on the table, her expression changed.

Swishing out the pistol, Irene rushed towards the half-covered back door.

Ethan stayed where he was and looked at the dining table. There were two breakfasts on it, but he only ate a little.

Soon, Erin returned.

Her face became serious and she shook her head.

Noticing something again, she ran to the entrance to the basement.

The door here was ajar, Irene opened the door nervously, and walked down the stairs carefully.

Even though he knew there was no one below, Ethan went down with her.

Just halfway there, Ethan quickly took out his mobile phone and called Antonio: "Call everyone, come to Hank's house as soon as possible, don't say anything, don't let people outside the department know."

"immediately!"

Although Antonio was at a loss, he still agreed.

On the ground here, there is a trail of blood.

A sundry shelf next to it was removed, revealing the bare wall behind. There was a large pit on the wall. The walls at the four corners of the pit were damaged. It seemed that someone used violent means to pry the contents away. .

As for what it is, it is self-evident.

Irene walked slowly to the side of the bloodstain and looked around. There were still many signs of struggle and struggle on the ground.

Her head buzzed, and her body shook accordingly.

He raised his head and looked at Ethan.

His eyes also became panicked, with a look of bewilderment.

"nothing."

Ethan gritted his teeth and walked down the stairs quickly: "No matter who it is, Hank will be fine. No one dares to kill a deputy director. They know that it will be worse than death."

Erin twitched the corner of her mouth with difficulty, and could only believe this set of rhetoric.

Others have already dared to do something to Hank, so how could they be afraid of his identity, now they can only find him as quickly as possible.

Ethan sucked his nose twice vigorously, and there was only a faint smell of blood in the air.

There was no smell of gunpowder smoke or bullet casings.

In just a few minutes, other people came one after another. After understanding the situation, they began to collect clues nervously.

basement.

Ruzek grabbed the flashlight and examined it carefully.

He looked at the hole in the wall, swallowed and asked, "What do you think was pried away?"

"Popcorn machine."

Olinski looked at the blood on the ground, held Hank's smashed cell phone and gritted his teeth, "What else do you think it might be?"

Now the life and death of the old man is uncertain, and his heart is full of anger.

"If it's a safe."

Rusek turned off the flashlight, shook his head and said, "This is obviously a robbery."

"We don't know what happened yet, so don't speculate too much." Olinsky grabbed his chin vigorously, and said in a muffled voice, "Concentrate and do your own thing well."

This sentence is very problematic.

To solve a case, people like them often need to make bold speculations, no matter whether they are logical or not.

In fact, Olinsky was in a bad mood when he went to work today.

Looks very irritable.

"Erwin."

Ruzek walked over quickly, and asked concerned: "Don't worry, we will definitely get Hank back, are you okay?"

"What did I just say?"

Orlinski, out of temper, shot Ruzek a look and yelled, "Do your thing, time is ticking."

"Hey."

Ethan walked down the stairs and looked at the two people who had a somewhat stiff atmosphere: "Atwater found something up there."

Hearing this, the two immediately followed up.

Coming to the back door, several other people gathered here.

When Atwater saw the rest of the people coming, he quickly handed out what he had in his hand: "The camera, whoever it is, destroyed it when they left."

"These idiots probably don't know that there is something called online storage now."

Ethan took over the smashed camera in his hand and looked at it, then threw it aside casually.

"Also." Atwater pointed to the door frame:

"There is no trace of prying on the back door. According to my speculation, this is an internal crime. No matter who Hank is receiving, that person must have found an opportunity to open the door and let the criminals in."

People like them, if they live in a place where conditions allow, will install cameras.

Hank, of course, is no exception.

"Clap clap."

Ethan clapped his hands, and said in a deep voice: "It's useless to stay here, everyone go back and watch the surveillance to find out what happened."

"Leave this matter to the intelligence team."

"Irene, Orlinsky."

He looked at the distraught female police detective and the male police detective wearing a duckbill cap: "Think about it, who among Hank's friends would do such a thing."

"know."

Several people answered one after another and dispersed one after another.

Back at the police station, as soon as he stopped the car, he saw Roman standing next to a patrol car and yawning. The sun shone on his short blond hair, which was particularly conspicuous.

Irene hurried into the police station, Ethan thought for a moment, then stopped:

"Roman."

"Sheriff Morgan."

Hearing Ethan's greeting, he quickly put down his hands: "Do you have any important tasks?"

Just now, the faces of several people in the intelligence team were all solemn and hurried, which made him a little confused and aroused a little curiosity.

"No."

Ethan denied it.

Not to mention about Hank, even if it is an ordinary task, according to the normal process, it will not be casually disclosed to the patrol.

"I want to ask about private defense."

Looking at Roman, Ethan spread his hands and said: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to say that these things are not simple, and it is easy to go wrong. I remind you to be careful."

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

Unexpectedly, what the other party said was this, Roman said with a smile: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"That's good."

Ethan nodded.

Some things just need to be reminded.

This is private time to do private affairs, and I have no right to interfere.

Antonio can get [-], and Roman should also get a lot of money. He must be doing it, and there may be other people.

Money touches people's hearts, and talking too much is easy to offend people.

"Hi."

While the two were talking, Burgess' voice sounded from behind. She was carrying two large duty bags, and she came bouncing over, flicking her ponytail: "I heard you're back, is Columbia fun?"

This is the opening statement that I heard the most today, and everyone will say it.

But Burgess asked knowingly, and Ethan didn't answer her, but stared straight at her chest.

The undisguised gaze made her face blush.

Roman was still nearby, and Burgess gave Ethan an unceremonious look.

"I hope you just forgot to wear your badge."

Ethan smiled and pointed to her chest: "Otherwise, Pratt will trouble you today."

"Shet."

Burgess clutched his chest in panic, and the police badge on it disappeared.

"The girl who sells candy."

She glanced at Roman, ran back quickly, remembered something, ran over and threw the work bag to Ethan vigorously: "Put it away for me, damn it."

After speaking, Burgess ran back to the police station with his long legs.

In the United States, there is a very special kind of part-time job, which can be said to be specially prepared for children.

They would hold cartons full of candies and sell them under various names, or to donate something, or to collect money for something, and most people would not refuse such a request.

Burgess just said that the girls selling candy should refer to these fundraising children.

Holding two duty bags, Ethan looked at Roman with a trace of confusion.

What Burgess did just now made Roman feel something was wrong. The relationship between his partner and the sheriff should not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

"There's this little girl who looks like a troublemaker."

Noticing Ethan's expression, he explained something, and quickly opened the trunk of the patrol car: "Give it to me, just let me come."

He quickly took the duty bag and stuffed it inside.

Ethan didn't say anything, shrugged and walked away, Hank's matter is still waiting to be resolved.

The surveillance video at Hanke's home was quickly called out.

It was indeed a woman who opened the back door and let two men break in, one tall and strong and the other short and thin. If you say these people are stupid, they also know how to cooperate with each other.

But if you say they are smart, they don't even have a hood.

It gives Ethan a shrewd and stupid feeling, but this kind of person is also very troublesome, sometimes he becomes stunned and doesn't care about doing things.

After printing out the screenshot, Antonio walked quickly to the whiteboard.

"According to the monitoring time."

He posted a photo and tapped it with a white pen: "At seven o'clock this morning, this girl arrived at Hanka's house."

"White girl, Instant Noodles."

Antonio pointed at the photo and said, "The body is fat."

"Wait a moment."

Irene crossed her arms, and her body was shaking nervously from side to side just now. When she saw the photo, she interrupted Antonio and walked over quickly: "I know this girl, I've seen her before."

"Oliver Morgan."

Erin swallowed, and looked at Ethan who was sitting on her table with difficulty: "She dated Justin, she is not obese, and she is pregnant with a baby."

"Justin's kid?"

Ethan was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

Erin nodded silently.

Atwater, who was standing behind, asked puzzledly: "Who is Justin?"

"Hank's son."

Ethan explained casually, scratched his head and looked at Antonio: "Don't worry about this, you continue."

This unexpected news also surprised Antonio.

He settled down and continued:

"At [-]:[-], these two unidentified men came to the back door of Hanke's house."

"As you can see."

Antonio posted photos one by one: "15 minutes later, Hank was carried away by those two people, and he must have been knocked out."

Here, his voice paused.

In the photo, only Hank's head can be seen drooping. To be honest, it is really hard to confirm whether he is dead or alive.

Erin looked at the photo and covered her mouth tightly.

"Boom."

Seeing the old man like this, Orinski kicked hard at the wall.

"That's how things are." Antonio looked at the crowd and said silently, "They returned quickly, bringing a safe and the woman named Oliver."

After a few seconds of silence, Horstead looked at Ethan:
"We need to issue a nationwide bulletin to search for these people throughout Chicago. The most important thing now is to rescue Hank."

"No."

Orlinsky grinned and jumped a little:

"We don't know Hank's situation yet. Making too much noise will cause him trouble. We need to act in a concealed manner."

Two diametrically opposed opinions made everyone present look at Ethan.

The matter is of great importance and can only be decided by him.

Ethan scratched the stubble of his chin, looking at the photos on the whiteboard, lost in thought.

If Hank is still alive, he definitely doesn't want to publicize it, let alone make a fuss. He is known as a tough guy and is extremely face-saving.

In fact, when looking for people, sometimes the more people the better.

If the sirens sounded all over the city, it would be easy to drive the robbers to jump the wall, at least for now, let them feel safe.

"These two people."

Ethan supported himself with one hand and jumped off the desk.

He walked up to the whiteboard and clapped his hands: "Search the criminal record database and find their information as soon as possible."

"As for Oliver Morgan." He looked at the crowd and said calmly: "We need to investigate everything about her, family, friends, and find any place where it is possible to get in touch with these two people."

"This matter will stay in the intelligence team, so we can't tell it."

"Everything must be kept secret."

"It's ten o'clock now." Ethan looked at his watch and narrowed his eyes: "I'll give you an hour, if I don't have any clues, I'll notify the chief."

(End of this chapter)