My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 817 Good Brother, In My Heart

Intelligence group, Datong room.

"For the outside world, they are now real prisoners."

Hank stood in front of the whiteboard and continued to the few people in front of him: "The only ones who know the truth are us and the warden, which also means that they don't have any special treatment."

"If anyone finds something wrong, the warden will stop the operation at any time."

Standing in front of him were Director Fisher, Irene and the rest of the intelligence team. Since Ethan followed Atwater into the prison, Hank temporarily took over the work of the intelligence team before he came out.

Director Fisher is here to understand the situation.

Hank also informed others about the undercover operation by the way. Due to the urgency of time and many things to be arranged, there was no time to explain to them yesterday.

Now, things are a foregone conclusion.

There is also time to explain the mission situation to them clearly.

After hearing that several other people had lurked into the prison, the remaining members of the intelligence team all showed expressions of surprise.

I didn't expect them to make such a big move without making a sound.

"Their safety."

Director Fisher frowned, and asked unhurriedly, "That's not an ordinary place, how can we guarantee safety?"

"Don't worry about this." Hank looked at the new director: "Antonio has been performing undercover missions all year round. His experience may not be as rich as Orlinsky's, but he is definitely the best."

"As for Ethan."

There was a smile on Hank's face: "When you get in touch with him for a long time, you will know."

"In his presence, we only have to worry about the safety of others."

Hearing this, everyone in the intelligence team smiled knowingly. Indeed, after knowing each other for so long, I haven't seen anything that can stump that guy.

On black hands, it is the first one.

With him taking care of you inside, you really don't have to worry too much about safety.

"When Atwater was inside, he took the recording evidence of Tucker's confession to buy the murderer." Hank said to the crowd: "We can't stop."

"Find the shooter and get his information."

"Atwater needs to use the gunman's information to have a chance to lure Tucker to speak."

Director Fisher scratched his face when he heard these words.

I didn't expect the people in the intelligence team to be so courageous. They dared to confront the people from the Tobacco and Firearms Administration. They didn't hesitate to take risks and insisted on Tucker's line.

He appreciated this kind of courage very much, especially when the sheriff led the team in, which was commendable.

He smiled and pointed to Hank:
"It's a good idea, it sounds interesting, I support it."

"It doesn't matter if it's exposed later. If there is pressure from the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms, you can ask those people to come to me."

"The Chicago Police Department is not for display."

Putting down the harsh words, he turned and left.

A few simple words won a lot of favor from everyone present.

Everyone is afraid of the boss who rushes to No. 1 when he has merit, and becomes slick when he is in trouble. Those guys will always be glib.

Willing to take the initiative to take responsibility, such a boss is not far behind.

"This new chief is not bad." Horstead spread his hands with a smile: "At least he is a guy who doesn't mind trouble."

"Is the casing inspection report out?"

Hank ignored his words and looked at Erin: "Any new discoveries?"

"It's out already."

Irene nodded, then shook her head: "It doesn't match all the information in the database, and there are no fingerprints on the bullet casing."

"The shooter was careful and a professional."

Hank bit his cheek and accepted the expected answer.

A person who can do this kind of thing would not leave such an obvious loophole, and he just asked this routinely.

"Since there is no gain."

He hugged his chest and said hoarsely: "Then let's go back to the most basic method."

"Enlarge the scope and investigate all monitoring equipment."

"The police, commercial and residential cameras in the surrounding blocks cannot be ignored. There are very obvious brake marks at the scene, and the gunman cannot fly away."

"The time of the incident has been clarified, and all vehicles passing by must be checked."

Everyone nodded and left one after another.

Chicago Central Jail.

Contrary to the imagination of those in the intelligence team, Ethan really encountered something that stumped him.

The yelling and cursing sounded from time to time in front of him, making him tighten his ass.

A group of people lined up to walk forward, and they all had to pass through the small cubicle surrounded by curtains in front to check whether they were carrying contraband. This body, of course, refers to the chrysanthemum.

Cursing wildly in my heart, but I can only follow the people in front and walk forward slowly.

Now that things had happened, he could only close his eyes to bear the pain that he shouldn't have. Thinking of this, his heart was bleeding.

It was only one step away from this curtained cubicle.

Inside, screams sounded.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Ethan's forehead.

"next."

Inside, a cry sounded.

Hearing this voice, he felt like hearing the sound of a fairy, and his whole body felt at ease.

Opening the curtain, there were two people standing inside.

One is Antonio, who is wearing a mask. His eyes look very broken.

In order not to let his boss suffer inhuman treatment, Antonio took the initiative to take over the task of acting as a shit stick today, which caused his young heart to suffer great trauma.

The person in charge of supervision at the back is playing with his mobile phone.

Everyone is a man, if it is not forced to help, who the hell would want to stare at other men's ass all the time.

The person who supervises is usually soy sauce.

Ethan looked at Antonio, and the two exchanged glances.

"Good brother, in my heart."

"Get out, I want to buy a drink when I go out, otherwise this matter will never end."

Everyone is old acquaintances, they are all too familiar, eye contact is enough to express the meaning clearly,
"Get down."

Antonio put on new gloves and said with his eyes closed.

Shame, shame.

Ethan untied his belt expressionlessly, and lay down on the table.

Anyone who dares to ask about this damn thing after going out will turn against him.

Although Antonio didn't touch himself, this action was so embarrassing that it made the corners of Ethan's eyes twitch.

Fortunately, it only takes a few seconds.

Antonio shook his arms wildly, closed his eyes and said, "It's ok."

Ethan quickly put on his pants, glanced gratefully at this good brother, and quickly left this place that made his heart tremble.

The pants you put on will soon have to be taken off again.

All clothes, including the whole body, must be taken off and put in bags for safekeeping.

With this kind of thing, he calmed down a lot.

The guy is big, not afraid of comparison.

One of them took a piece of soap and stood in a group in a large bathroom. As the high-pressure water gun in the hands of the prison guard spewed out icy water, there was a burst of howling.

Ethan gritted his teeth and rinsed quickly.

(End of this chapter)