In response to the laughter, Rusek spread his hands and spun in circles.

A look that you can laugh at.

"Humph!"

He smiled, shook his head and said, "No matter what, I'm not the most embarrassed person on the trip to Las Vegas." ”

"Hey."

"Shut up."

"Don't say anything."

Hosted, Atwater, and Ethan lunged forward one after another, several palms firmly covering his mouth.

"Please."

Antonio put his sunglasses on his face and spread his hands dissatisfied: "What the hell is going on in Las Vegas, why do you always look like this when you mention it?" ”

"Drink."

Ethan let go of his hand.

"Gambling money." Horstead shrugged.

"Strippers."

Atwater finally let Rusek go, and the three of them stared at him viciously.

"Other than that." The groom, who had just finished his honeymoon, shrugged his shoulders happily and honestly: "Nothing happened!" ”

"Cut."

Antonio raised his middle finger and gestured to the four of them.

"How's it going?"

Ethan immediately changed the subject and looked at Erin, who was pasting a photo on the whiteboard.

The rest of the people will also straighten their faces.

The photos posted on the whiteboard alone were shocking enough, with small black holes and separate heads and bodies, and they were all sorting out the information all morning, so they naturally knew what was going on.

"The identity of the victim has been determined."

Erin posted the last photo and said in a deep voice: "Victoria Watson, 26 years old, was once entered into the criminal system for possession of a unique product. ”

"So find her quickly."

There's a blonde girl.

Young and beautiful.

It should be very popular when he was alive, but he didn't expect the final ending to be a sinking corpse in the Chicago River.

"The background of the work has also been investigated."

Horsted looked at the information in his hand, frowned and said, "Watson was a stripper in a club before his death, and the name of the club is luxury. ”

Luxury clubs.

I have to say that Lao Mei sometimes doesn't pay attention to her name at all.

How straightforward how to come.

Sometimes, just by looking at the name, you don't know what kind of business you are doing.

Jenny's shop.

Daddy Johnny.

Such inexplicable store names abound.

When Ethan went to the hospital, they had already collected the relevant information, and they were waiting for him to come back for a briefing meeting, Antonio also raised his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "This strip club is not simple. ”

Facing everyone, he nodded and said, "When I was in the arrest team, I searched there several times. ”

"Nothing to gain."

"What do you say about that place, there are old gangsters behind it, and there will be no gang members who dare to go over and make trouble."

Hearing this, the others frowned.

It's always a difficult place to get around.

"Is this possible?" Russec scratched his ears and voiced his guess: "Watson saw something in the club that he shouldn't have seen and was killed by the gangsters. ”

"I agree with your guess."

Horstead walked up to the whiteboard and pointed to the small holes in the photo: "These things are not something that ordinary people can do. ”

"I've looked into it."

Erin returned to her seat, shook her head, and said, "Watson's only relative attends Chicago College in Columbia, maybe we can talk to her sister." ”

"Let's see if she's likely to know something."

"Shet."

Olinsky slammed the case file in his hand on the table, his face sank: "Most likely, my sister works in a strip club for my sister to study in school, and I don't want to inform me of this death." ”

"So be it."

Ethan pondered for a moment and looked at the few people present: "Erin, you and Horstead went to the school to ask for clues. ”

"Others."

He shrugged his shoulders and half-jokingly, "Get your change ready, and in a minute's time, we'll head to this strip club with a big shot behind it and see what we can find at Watson's place of work." ”

"Why a minute?"

As soon as he got back to work, he was able to see the strippers, and Rusek seemed quite pleasant.

I don't see the appearance of a married man at all.

"Because I haven't slept all night and need a damn cup of coffee." Ethan dropped a sentence and strode towards the office.

In front of the luxury club, three cars stopped one after another.

Antonio, Atwater, Rusek, and Olinski walked briskly over to the Cadillac and looked at Ethan, who had stepped out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Guys."

He yawned and looked at the lavishly decorated strip club next to him: "Enjoy this moment, there are not many opportunities to watch striptease performances without spending money, everyone should cherish it." ”

A few people chuckled and strode after him towards the club.

It's afternoon, and it's obviously not the peak time for strip clubs, so there's no one lining up outside either.

"Chicago Police Investigation."

Ethan lifted the corner of his shirt and showed the police badge hanging around his waist: "Tell the person in charge to come and see me, and put your arm down, or I will make you regret lifting it up." ”

The two black suits glanced at each other and quickly stepped out of the way.

The walkie-talkie in his hand also pressed quickly.

Taking a big gulp of cigarettes, Ethan walked briskly in one hand in his pocket, followed by four people who broke into the strip club, which was said to have a big man behind him.

Neon lights swirl around, spreading all the colors to every corner of the club.

The sound of music is sometimes soothing, sometimes rapid.

Dance floors are scattered throughout the club, with long legs flying and tassels swinging.

The water snake-like waist made Ethan suddenly feel much more energetic.

"Hey."

He took out a crumpled fifty dollars from his pocket and shook it on his fingers:

"Give me some real material and I'll take a look."

With a thud, the short-haired blonde slipped off the steel pipe.

The sequins with tassels on the mountain peak were suddenly torn apart, and the other party walked over with his hips twisted, and threw a wink at her, and the neon light hit her, which looked particularly pink.

"Not bad."

Ethan smiled and tucked the money into the belt of his thong.

His eyesight has not diminished in the slightest.

It's a real guy.

"Oh my God."

Antonio slapped his forehead, not knowing what to say, but Rusek and Atwater bumped fists at each other, expressing great satisfaction.

"Go ahead."

Ethan waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Find the stripper who is familiar with Watson and ask about the situation." ”

"Don't let go of the backstage, ask around."

"Yes."

The two guys in the back suddenly became excited and clashed fists again.

The two of them and Olinsky then dispersed, while Ethan and Antonio stayed behind to wait for the person in charge.

"Hey."

Soon a bald man with two men in suits came over menacingly and said dissatisfiedly: "Who are you, do you have a search warrant?" (End of chapter)