My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 896 Sorry, Slippery
Under the scorching sun, the group of people walked in a hurry.

They followed the commander to the front door of the motorcycle repair shop. At his signal, everyone squatted down and approached.

"Look."

There was a blond guy in front of him. He was holding an instrument in his hand. When he noticed everyone coming over, he said in a deep voice: "The layout inside is the same as last night."

In your other hand, hold a hose probe firmly.

The picture in the instrument shows the situation inside the door.

A shotgun was mounted on a pillar, also connected to something.

Following the movement of the blond boy's hand, the probe pointed inside the door. A small instrument was flashing green light, which made people feel something was wrong.

"What is this?"

Ethan looked at the screen and asked softly.

"Shock sensor." The blond guy slowly retracted the hose: "As long as certain conditions are met, it will fire."

"We can dismantle it."

The commander looked at Ethan and said in a deep voice: "But it takes a while, I'll start right away."

Everyone already had a premonition of the situation inside.

There is a high probability that it is also a corpse.

But seeing is believing, you have to go in and take a look to determine what is going on.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Ethan waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat, then grabbed the walkie-talkie in Erin's hand and informed the people behind him to also retreat a certain distance.

This is to prevent there being a bomb inside.

After all, the bomb disposal team may make mistakes in their work, and you can't gamble on this probability.

Seeing the other party clearing the people away, the team commander immediately realized what he wanted to do, smiled and gave Ethan a thumbs up, and then asked someone to get out of the way of the front door.

"okay."

Ethan put his hands on his hips and looked at the people next to him: "Which of you wants to give it a try?"

None of you here are fools.

It takes half a day to dismantle it, but the detonation can be done in just one minute.

"let me."

Rusek had been obsessed with the remaining Ford Interceptor, and now was the time to show it. He quickly took off his boots and waved his arms vigorously in front of him.

In the eyes of everyone, the boots drew a perfect arc.

"Clap."

The boots fell steadily to the ground.

With a snap, Rusek's face turned red, and everyone around him looked at him, as if he hadn't eaten.

"cough."

He coughed heavily and said seriously: "Sorry, my hands are slippery."

"boom."

The dull sound of gunfire echoed around.

The wooden door was instantly shattered into pieces, sawdust flew everywhere, and a piece of gravel bounced on the ground.

"Lend us the blast shield."

Ethan dusted off his hands and reached out to the blond brother.

They do have this kind of equipment in the equipment room, but it is not regularly equipped on the car. It can only be borrowed temporarily now.

"go together."

The commander waved, and two people holding shields came over immediately. They raised the equipment in their hands and slowly approached forward.

The few people behind me bent down to follow.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Rhythmic sounds sounded from behind, causing everyone to turn around.

Rusek stopped jumping, spread out his hands expressionlessly, and swayed his feet in white socks in the air.

Everyone turned around and continued to move forward.

"Pfft."

Erin couldn't help it and let out a chuckle.

The others felt the killing intent and could only endure it. With a sound of jumping, when Rusek put on his shoes, they finally successfully entered the small repair shop.

There were motorcycle parts everywhere, and the smell of engine oil filled my nose.Ethan had a keen sense of smell and patted the guy in front of him who raised his shield: "I smell something, go to the left."

Just after turning a corner, the chaotic footsteps stopped.

There was a pool of blood on the ground.

The white man in a plaid shirt was tied to a chair, his head drooped to the side, his face was extremely pale, and his chest was bloody and bloody. It looked like he had been dead for a while.

"Which of you brought a picture of Travis Webber?"

Half-crouching, Ethan looked back.

"Don't bring it."

Atwater's face was solemn: "I'm sure it's him."

This man's vehicle appeared outside the deceased's home last night, but he was also dead.

The same shotgun trap appears again.

This gave everyone a headache and confusion.

"Let's go out first."

Ethan patted the bomb disposal officer on the shoulder, and the group returned along the same route.

He retreated outside the house and stood up straight.

No one encountered any trap, and several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next, I will trouble you."

Thanking the commander, Ethan walked towards the parking place.

The situation inside has been figured out, and the bomb disposal team can work slowly. There is no need for them to stay and waste time. Professional searchers will naturally follow up on the subsequent situation.

"These two people definitely have something in common."

Ethan took out his cell phone and said hurriedly: "As long as the murderer has a certain behavior pattern, it will be easy to handle. Let's go back and find out what the two deceased people have in common."

"That's right, Rusek."

While dialing the phone, he stopped the frustrated playboy and said, "The remaining new car is yours."

"awesome."

Rusek was overjoyed and hugged Atwater with excitement.

This kind of equipped car can be driven back and used directly for personal use. If given the opportunity, who wouldn't want to drive a brand new car.

"Boss."

On the other side of the phone, Antonio's voice rang: "How are you doing there?"

"Olinsky and I have brought Weber's wife back to the police station and are preparing to inquire about the situation."

"Tevis Webber is dead."

Ethan opened the car door and continued: "Immediately start questioning. The key point is to find out whether her husband and the deceased last night knew each other."

Throwing the car keys to Erin, she pulled the seat belt.

"what?"

Antonio's voice was a little confused: "A retired psychology department chair at Chicago Central University and an ex-convict who runs a motorcycle repair shop, are you serious?"

"Just a few words, just do it."

Ethan said casually and hung up the phone.

No wonder Antonio is confused. One is an intellectual, and the other is a drug addict and ex-convict. Neither of them sound like people from the same world.

However, since the murderer chose to attack both of them.

There must be something in common between them.

We had just driven two blocks when the phone buzzed and vibrated, and Ethan immediately pressed the button to answer:

"Tell me, what did you find?"

"Dr. Isaac Weber." Antonio said excitedly: "He is a professor of psychology at Chicago Central University and the father of Travis Weber."

"Also, the person who died last night was Dr. Weber's mentor."

"The relationship between Dr. Weber and his mentor is very good. In the words of Tevez's wife, they are like a father and a son."

"I see."

Ethan looked at Erin and said into the phone: "I will go to Chicago Central University to find someone now. You continue to investigate the situation of Dr. Weber."

Erin glanced in the rearview mirror and quickly turned the steering wheel.

Vehicles roared and rolled up fallen leaves.

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