My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 815 Let Me Do It (Two in One)

Early the next morning, Ethan went to Hank.

Hank had also heard about what happened last night, and the case of the murder of the witness was attracting the most attention because of the special nature of the victim.

If he wasn't free last night, he should have appeared at the scene.

After some communication, the two drove to Chicago Central Prison together and found the warden's office directly.

"Rigs."

As soon as he entered the office, Hank laughed and shook his arms with an old white man in a suit and silver hair: "Last week's poker game was very exciting, why didn't you come over?"

"no way."

The warden named Riggs returned to his seat and sat down, spreading his hands and saying:
"My grandson plays rugby at school, do you think I want to watch a bunch of little kids running around on the lawn?"

The two exchanged a few words, and Hank introduced Ethan to the warden.

After a lot of tossing, this is the reason for coming.

The reason why I found the warden directly was to use his power to bring Tucker to a suitable place for conversation.

In other words, it is a convenient place to do it.

Facing that kind of person, without some means, it is estimated that there is no news about it.

Of course, the main reason is to cheat out of some things.

Hearing that a ten-year-old girl was shot to death, the warden agreed. Elderly people are particularly susceptible to these things.

He told them to wait in the office first, and walked out of the room by himself.

"Hey."

When the old man left, Ethan bit his cigarette and looked at Hank: "You know so many people in the surrounding prisons, why were you treated so badly?"

"You're an asshole."

Every time he comes to prison, this guy has to mention his dark history.

Hank rolled his eyes and explained angrily: "Even if you know someone, so what, you can't arrange a 24-hour care for me."

"If you do that, you will only usher in more vicious revenge."

Yes, Ethan shrugged.

There are a lot of people in prison who have been imprisoned for life, and these people have no qualms about committing crimes.

It's not impossible to arrange a separate room for Hank so that he doesn't go out, but what's the difference between that and confinement.

The two discussed countermeasures again and then became quiet.

The time jumped minute by minute, half an hour passed quickly, and Hank looked at his watch impatiently.

With the help of the warden, how could it be so slow.

A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps finally sounded, and the two quickly stood up and looked out the door.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

The warden shrugged and introduced the man behind him: "This is a special agent from the Tobacco and Firearms Administration."

Ethan suddenly felt bad when he heard about the Tobacco and Firearms Administration.

He knew very well why Tucker was imprisoned. It was a federal felony, and now a special agent from the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms showed up. It seemed that their plan was in trouble.

The black suit shook hands with the two of them respectively, and said with a half-smile:
"I heard that you want to see Tucker."

"We have been persuading Tucker for six months, and we have been trying to get him to name the arms supplier behind it. Why are you here?"

Hank frowned and said hoarsely:
"I didn't expect him to be so popular."

"We were looking for him because we suspected Tucker had hired someone to kill a ten-year-old girl."

"So?" The black suit shrugged, the corners of the mouth turned up: "Just when he finally wants to cooperate with us, you want to run out to startle him and let us waste all our efforts?"

"Sorry, don't even think about it."

The warden sitting behind the desk touched his chin, trying to find a compromise:

"Actually, that's what Boyett was thinking."

"What I mean has been expressed very clearly." The black suit interrupted the warden's words unceremoniously, and said with a crooked corner of his mouth:

"I said, Tucker, don't touch it."

"I can't let you guys get in touch with him. Anything that makes that guy change his mind can't happen."

"If you dare to touch him, you are hindering the ATF from handling the case."

When speaking, with a noncommittal tone.

There was still a playful smile on his face.

"Hey."

Ethan took a deep breath of his cigarette, and sprayed a puff of white mist onto the face in the black suit, "Put away your damn smiling face, or I'll punch you in the face."

"The Chicago Police Department is not your subordinate department, what the hell is your attitude?"

"Cough cough cough."

The black suit was caught off guard and was choked on a few mouthfuls of cigarettes.

He widened his eyes and was about to get angry, but found two pairs of cold eyes fixed on him.

I have a hunch that these two Chicago cops in front of me really dare to hit people.

"No manners at all."

The black suit took a deep breath, put away the smile on his face and looked at the warden: "I have made it clear, no other law enforcement agencies are allowed to approach Tucker."

He looked at Ethan and left in a huff.

"What a rude fellow."

The white-haired warden shook his head, spread his hands and said, "Boyt, I'm very sorry. I can't do anything about your request."

"but."

He looked at Ethan and gave a thumbs up: "I like what you did just now."

"Let me tell you, you are a true gentleman."

"Thank you."

Ethan stubbed out his cigarette butt on the ashtray and shook his head.

Taking advantage of the tongue has no effect.

It is still impossible for them to bypass the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms and take advantage of Tucker. Now that it has been exposed, the other party will definitely keep a close eye on Tucker.

The trip to the prison ended hastily.

The two returned to the police station, and Hank was not in a hurry to leave. As the director of operations, he still had to maintain a high degree of attention to this case.

So, let's go back to the intelligence team.

There was no one there except Atwater and Nadia.

Seeing them walk into the office, Atwater immediately followed up: "How is it? Any good news?"

"No."

Ethan shook his head and returned to his seat: "This man, Turk, has been targeted by the federal department."

"So, we didn't have a chance to talk to him."

"damn it."

When Atwater heard this, he shook his fist in annoyance.

"Go and get busy."

Ethan took a sip of the cold coffee, shrugged and said, "In this situation, we can only find a way to find the shooter as soon as possible."

Hank on the side sat down in a chair.

He opened the file on the desktop and learned about the case.

"I have an idea."

Atwater didn't leave. He rolled his eyes and looked at Ethan excitedly: "We can't passively search, but take the initiative."

"You said."

Ethan put down his glass: "I'm listening."

It's not that I haven't thought about taking the initiative to attack, but that requires a goal.

Now that Atwater has an idea, give it a listen.

"Get me in."

Atwater clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go undercover and go to prison. I will approach Tucker and find a way to get him to buy murder."

"Since following the normal process, we have no way to contact Tucker."

"Then, let's try it according to the abnormal process."

"what?"

Ethan blinked and looked at Atwater.

Are young people so brave now?

It's a trick, but it's a coup, even if the risk is too great.

"No."

Sure enough, Hank vetoed it flatly: "You are joking with your own life, and this is not how you want to solve a case."

What is that place, prison!

Hank has a deep understanding of this, the kind of place where he can't even sleep well, he doesn't want to experience it again, and he doesn't want his people to experience it.

If an undercover officer is exposed inside, there is always danger.

At the last time, he would bring back a serious injury.

"Listen, that's the neighborhood near me." Atwater looked at Hank excitedly: "Do you remember a sentence I often said? Chicago is our city, and outsiders are not allowed to destroy it."

"My heart is not that big."

He spread his hands and said in a trembling voice: "For me, it's just my neighborhood, and I don't want to see anyone causing damage there."

"Maya, that little girl."

Atwater looked at Ethan and swallowed: "As big as my sister, I seemed to see my sister lying in a pool of blood last night, my heart was broken."

"look into my eyes."

He turned to look at Hank again and said quickly: "Do you see my determination?"

"I'm not afraid of danger, not afraid."

"Service, devotion, doing my part for the community, isn't that why you recruited me to intelligence?"

"Unless you tell me it's not a good idea."

Unexpectedly, Atwater uttered such a big language, which gave Ethan a new understanding of him.

This guy has his own persistence.

Hank stared into Atwater's eyes, which contained nothing but determination and enthusiasm.

"Let me do it!"

Atwater said to Hank extremely seriously.

He looked at Ethan again, with a hint of prayer.

"Officer Atwater."

Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "Please go out and close the door."

When Atwater was full of disappointment, Hank continued: "I need to discuss this matter with your sheriff. You go out and wait for the news."

"Ok."

The big black man scratched his head and walked out excitedly, closing the door carefully at the same time.

Through the blinds, I saw him rubbing his palms and returning to his seat.

"What do you think?"

Hank turned around and lit a cigarette: "The undercover approach will have an effect."

"It's very risky, but it's worth trying." Ethan took a cigarette and slammed the filter down on the table:
"Atwater has been living there and is very familiar with the surrounding situation."

"He should, he won't reveal his secrets."

Seeing that the shredded tobacco inside was hardened by the impact, Ethan pinched the vacant section of cigarette paper:

"It's a suitable person for him to approach Tucker."

"Finding the shooter is secondary."

He lit cigarette paper with a lighter and sprayed white mist: "The most important thing is that we need to implement the crime of buying murder and let those people get the punishment they deserve."

Inside the office, there was smoke.

Both of them are weighing the pros and cons. This kind of undercover mission is really dangerous.

Most of all, alone.

"I disagree."

Hank exhaled the smoke slowly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Unless, you go too."

"Cough cough cough~"

In the sheriff's office, there was a violent coughing sound.

This movement made Atwater and Nadia quickly raise their heads to look in, especially Atwater, whose butt seemed to be sitting on a nail, fidgeting.

The coughing sound stopped quickly.

Ethan grabbed the cup and took a sip of coffee, suppressing his dry and itchy throat.

"why?"

Putting down the glass, he spread his hands to Hank: "Is it because I'm more handsome?"

"This is not the time to joke." Hank looked towards the ceiling and slowly exhaled the smoke: "I thought about it for a while, for safety, and to avoid those guys from the Tobacco and Firearms Administration."

"I need you to go in."

"Atwater's idea is not bad."

"But in that case, we can't let anyone know about this undercover operation except the warden, including the prison guards."

"so."

Hank stared at Ethan, and said with a smile: "This is to ensure his safety, not because you are more handsome, but mainly because you are tougher."

Ethan rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"You better say fist."

The file on the desktop was spread out by Hank, and the photo of the little girl last night was on top.

Looks sweet, very cute.

Unfortunately, we can no longer see the sun this morning.

His empty eyes seemed to be staring at him, and the pool of blood underneath was particularly dazzling.

Ethan gritted his teeth, those guys can do something to such a little girl.

There's only one word to describe it, beast.

In order to avenge her, he had no choice but to break into the Chicago Central Prison.

"Wait until they come back."

He scratched his cheek and said helplessly, "Let's see if there are any new discoveries first."

Whether there are new discoveries does not actually affect this matter.

In the final analysis, they want to find out from Tucker's mouth whether Grant was involved. Otherwise, even if the gunman is caught and he succeeds in making him speak, there is a high probability that it can only be pointed at Tucker's head.

In the afternoon, everyone came back one after another.

They held a brief meeting to communicate with each other, but nothing was gained.

None of the people in the nearby blocks were willing to stand up.

Seeing this, Ethan could only nod to Hank, who immediately took out his mobile phone, stood up and walked to the balcony of the tea room.

Say one thousand, say ten thousand.

This plan ultimately requires the cooperation of the warden.

Noticing the actions of the two of them, Atwater excitedly clenched his fists and looked hopefully towards the balcony.

"Atwater, Antonio."

A few minutes later, Hank came back from the balcony. He pointed to the two people, waved to Ethan, and walked to the office.

Under the suspicious eyes of others, they followed one after another.

"bump."

Close the door tightly.

"After thinking about it, your plan is good."

Hank sat on the table and looked at Atwater: "I just talked to Chicago Central Prison on the phone, and the warden agreed to help us arrange it."

"But he has one condition."

"You must be careful, if you reveal your identity, he will immediately terminate the operation."

(End of this chapter)