My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 808 What's New

In the Datong room, everyone arrived early.

Even Nadia was watching the surveillance video carefully.

At Irene's request, Ethan got a computer for this assistant a long time ago, and now she looks very good looking.

For those who didn’t know better, they thought this was also a Chicago police officer.

If they didn't know her background, no one would be able to tell that this little girl had worked as a high-end prostitute, a massage girl, and was also a drug addict.

The environment can change people very powerfully.

Ethan can see her hard work. Nadia is basically the first to come and the last to leave every day.

If you have something to do, you will be busy, and if you have nothing to do, you will find some work within your ability.

Although she has had bad experiences, she is now a girl who lives her life very seriously. Those past things have disappeared.

"Morning~"

Ethan held out his hand to her with a smile.

"Good morning, Sheriff."

Nadia quickly raised her head and stretched out her arms.

One big and one small, two fists bumped together.

Not only were all members of the intelligence team here, but Hank also came over. After a night's rest, his complexion had improved a lot, and he didn't look as bruised and swollen as yesterday.

Of course, Band-Aids are still indispensable.

He was sitting next to Irene's chair, and the two of them pointed at the computer screen together. Now this matter only stays in the intelligence team.

Therefore, Hank came here temporarily to work.

After greeting everyone, Ethan quickly walked into the office and eagerly opened the document bag.

Inside, there is a bank card.

Pinch it out with two fingers and look back and forth on your fingertips. This is a Julius Baer bank card. It looks ordinary, but it seems a bit heavy when held between your fingertips.

Sure enough, I guessed it right, it was something in my imagination.

There is nothing else in the file bag.

Ethan quickly took out his cell phone and was about to make a call when the phone rang.

"How about it?"

Matt's voice sounded from the other side: "Have you received your stuff?"

His voice is very relaxed and pleasant.

He got the money himself, and Matt must have got it too. How can he not be relaxed and happy when he has a fortune.

"received."

Ethan said happily: "It goes without saying the number, just leave it as a surprise for me."

"Just give me the password."

"Hahaha."

Matt laughed a few times, said the password, the two exchanged a few words, and then hung up the phone.

Quickly turn on the computer and search the website of Julius Baer.

The first step is to change the password.

The second step is to check the balance.

Part three, slumped in a chair.

A series of movements were extremely smooth, and the balance of more than 4000 million made Ethan grin.

His net worth has soared again.

The most important thing is that this money has been cleaned by the CIA. It can't be cleaner than this. Basically there will be no future troubles, and I don't have to find Nora to do the accounting.

Now he has a lot of money and is close to two small goals.

Ethan comfortably played with the Zippo lighter in his hand, put his feet on the table, and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

It's true that people can't get rich without windfalls, and horses can't get fat without night grass.

Just after smoking, Hank appeared at the door and winked at him.

Ethan closed the webpage smoothly, and then put the bank card into the space. It's time to start today's work.

"Everyone."

After walking out of the office, Ethan patted the whiteboard: "Please, give me good news."

Anyone can see the smug look on his face.

In stark contrast to the sad faces of everyone now, there is no way to hide such a large sum of money.

Even though it's a bit out of place, that's okay.

"Lucas Gregory doesn't have any criminal records." Horsted leaned back in his chair, shook his head and said, "We don't have any information about him. All in all, there are no clues."

Hank looked at Rusek with a straight face: "What about you?"

"The fire engulfed everything."

Rusek spread his hands: "The van has been checked, and there are no clues that can be used, no fingerprints, no personal items."

Two didn't, which made Hank purse his lips.

He looked at the others, bowing their heads wherever he looked.

Too little time and too few clues.

Coupled with the limited manpower, it is normal not to gain anything.

Ethan coughed and was about to say something. Now that the pressure was great enough, there was no need to continue to exert pressure.

"Teng Teng Teng."

Footsteps sounded, and Pratt's figure appeared in front of everyone. She leaned on her waist and looked at Hank: "I knew you were here. There is someone who surrendered and asked for you by name."

"Wait a minute."

Hank waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not free right now."

Pratt also noticed that something was wrong. Hank's nose was bruised and his face was swollen last night. Anyone could see it, but it was hard to ask.

"Ok."

She patted her thigh, shrugged and said, "That man said his name is Max, I'll arrange for him to wait for you in the reception room first."

"Why are you free, go on down."

"Wait a moment."

Antonio stood up abruptly and asked loudly, "What's your name?"

"Marx."

Pratt spread his hands and repeated the words.

There was a scratching sound, and everyone moved their office chairs and stood up, looking at each other.

They were all confused and at a loss.

This is a new thing. Instead of running away quickly, he came over and surrendered.

"Crack it."

Hank clenched his fists hard and strode downstairs.

The others quickly followed.

A group of people hurried down the stairs, and through the iron fence they could see the thin guy sitting on the bench outside the reception room, with two patrol policemen watching him.

This face has long been firmly engraved in everyone's minds.

Max shook his legs with a nonchalant expression, and there was a black bag beside him.

"Boom."

Hank pushed open the iron gate and strode over.

"Hey hey hey."

Seeing his aggressive look, Max quickly put down his trembling legs: "What do you want to do, there are so many people watching here."

Unexpectedly, the visitor ignored him at all.

Hank directly picked up the bag next to this guy, unzipped the zipper and looked through it.

"You don't need to check."

Max grinned and said, "Your money is all in it, and you haven't had time to use it yet. At least my share is in it."

Hearing this, Pratt suddenly realized something.

She crossed her arms and took a few steps back, looking at the slippery guy with interest.

After some searching, it was full of money.

What I want is not in the bag.

"Shh."

After closing the zipper, Hank stretched out his hand, grabbed Max's hair, and dragged him out.

"Hey, let go."

Marx couldn't laugh anymore. He shouted painfully: "There are so many people here watching, what do you want to do?"

The patrolmen in the reception hall all guessed what happened.

Facing the furious Hank, these people dispersed one after another, as if they hadn't seen anything. No one wanted to touch him at this time.

"Don't do that."

Ethan stepped forward quickly and stopped Hank: "We still need to know the whereabouts of another person, and you don't want Gregory to escape, do you?"

"Yes."

Max grabbed Hank's hand and shouted hastily: "I know his whereabouts, and I can cooperate with you."

Hank's move scared him.

No matter what, it's safer to stay in the police station, at least inside, these people won't do anything to him.

Hank's eyes spit fire and his chest heaves.

All he wanted to do now was to take this guy out and bang him with a shot.

Looking into Ethan's eyes, Hank tightened his cheeks and didn't let go of his hands until a few seconds passed:

"Take him to the cage."

"Iron cage!"

Max got up and felt something was wrong: "What are you talking about, what iron cage?"

"It's just a nickname."

Ethan stretched out his hand with a smile, and hugged his shoulder tightly:

"follow me."

"I saved you just now, didn't I?"

"Don't worry, you have surrendered yourself, we will definitely entertain you well."

What Marx didn't know was that the patrol policemen behind him were all looking at him with pity, like looking at a piece of pork waiting to be slaughtered.

Two people, one tall and one short, walked towards the garage.

Inexplicably, Marx's legs felt weak.

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