Luxury striptease clubs.

Hearing the shout, Ethan withdrew his gaze from the girl dancing with the pole next to him and met the bald man who walked by.

"Chicago Police."

Lifting the corner of his clothes, Ethan said coldly: "You don't need a search warrant, just come and talk for a few words, are you the person in charge here?" ”

"That's right."

The bald man put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The manager here." ”

The gang were all dressed in civilian clothes.

It was obvious that he was not an ordinary patrolman, the most important thing was that he didn't behave excessively after coming in, and the club was open for business, so he decided to hear what these people wanted to do first.

"Victoria Watson."

Ethan showed the photo in his hand: "This woman is an employee of your club, right?" ”

"That's right." The bald man smiled and pursed his mouth slightly: "But she hasn't come to work for a week, and it's okay for you to treat her as a former employee here." ”

"Good."

Putting away the photo, Ethan continued:

"I need a list, Watson's frequent contact with guests, staff, etc., at the club, trouble you."

"What do you think of me?"

The bald man spread his hands and said puzzledly, "Santa Claus?" ”

"I'm not here to make a wish for you."

He smiled and looked at his companion next to him: "There are dozens of Bichi in the club, who cares about one of them and who has more contact with whom, does he think I will take a piece of paper to record it?" ”

"I think it's a good idea."

Antonio stepped forward and threatened, "Maybe I should send a few teams of police to stay at the door, and when it affects your business, maybe you will remember something." ”

"Hmph."

The bald man sneered: "Do you know whose place it is?" ”

"Bang~"

The thick boots kicked out like lightning and reprinted on the bald man, the force that made him take a few steps back, and knocked over a small round table with a thud.

Bottles and glasses fell to the ground, and ping-pong shattered.

A few exclamations rang out, and the customers sitting next to them hurriedly stood up, and even the strippers around them stopped moving.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The club suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of music was restless.

"How?"

Ethan held the handle of the gun and looked at the two black suits with cold eyes: "Do you two guys also want to attack the police?" ”

"Give you a chance to draw your guns."

"Let's do it!"

It's just a part-time job, this is not a gangster who came to make trouble, the two black suits took a step back in unison, obediently raised their hands, and they could fire if they really wanted to touch the gun.

No way, who let others is a strip.

"I really don't know who this place belongs to." Ethan strode forward and stepped on the bald man's palm:

"But I know that you are my Bichi now."

"Any comments?"

On his feet, he was crushed again.

He didn't sleep for a night, which made him emotionally unstable.

Where can I stand this guy's yin and yang weird words, kick it first and then talk about anything else.

"Let it go."

Although the bald man sweated in pain, he spoke stiffly: "This police officer, I said that there are a lot of people in the club, I just care if they go to work normally and whether anyone makes trouble." ”

"Even if you kill me, I won't be able to give you what you want."

"Boss."

At that moment, Antonio quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ethan.

At the same time, he shook his head slightly.

Now dozens of pairs of eyes are watching, Ethan really can't do anything more, so he has to let go of his feet: "Where are Watson's workbenches and lockers, take me over now." ”

"About this, you have the courage to say it again, I don't know."

This bold bald man really doesn't have it, I've seen a lot of strips, and it's really rare to see this.

Just say a few words, and it becomes an attack on the police.

He covered his stomach and got up with a calm face: "Please come with me, officer!" ”

"Keep dancing."

The guy squeezed out a smile on his face and looked at the others: "I'll invite everyone to have a drink, rest assured, nothing happened here, and the drinks of this table of guests tonight are all counted in my account." ”

"Papa~"

With the flapping of his palms, the strippers standing on the dance floor began to dance.

The club is back to the paper drunk feeling just now.

This kid is a talent.

Ethan smiled and followed the bald man to the back of the club, just now things happened very quickly, and the Russec people were still pulling with the security personnel leading to the backstage, and there was a conflict behind them.

The gang was in a crowd at the door, staring at the few people who came over in a daze.

"Get out of the way."

The bald man held back the fire in his stomach and scolded loudly.

"Smack~"

There was a slap in the face, causing him to stagger two steps forward.

"Are you the one who scolded me?" Ethan shook his wrist and said expressionlessly: "Please don't do anything that will make people feel misunderstood, I am a sensitive person and easy to think wildly." ”

Ordinary guys would never dare to be so tough in front of the police.

There is no doubt that he is a member of the Tao.

You can only be tougher than him when you deal with this kind of person, and you can clean up when you find an opportunity, so that you can honestly listen to greetings.

The bald man's face turned red.

He gritted his teeth and walked inside, dejected.

Powder room.

The bald man and a few men stood by and shook their legs boredly, and Rusek asked a dozen strippers questions, but none of them paid any attention to him.

"Ahem."

With a dry cough, Ethan looked at the bald man.

"Officer."

The latter looked indifferent and spread his hands: "You know that even if I go out, I can't change anything." ”

Even if you know something.

If you dare to say it, you will naturally say it.

Those who dare not say it, no matter how much they ask, it will not be useful.

"Victoria Watson."

Olinsky took the pictures of the corpses and showed them in front of the strippers: "This used to be your colleague, but now the head and body are separated, and there are more than a dozen holes in the body with an electric drill." ”

"Throw the body, throw it into the Chicago River."

"She's cold."

"Unlike you sitting in the warm dressing room, she spent a week in the icy river water."

A voice sounded like a murmur, and he kept saying, "Maybe this shouldn't be the fate of a stripper, right?" Please, let her feel warm again after she dies. ”

Make-up for make-up, dress up for dress-up.

The warmth and coldness of the people are vividly expressed, and in the face of the horrific photo, the stripper carefully counts the tips dollar by dollar.

eyelids, without lifting a single bit.

Actually, you can't blame anything, although it's a legitimate profession, but everyone knows the twists and turns in it.

There is a choice, who would be willing to please others with their bodies.

It's good to be able to do what they do.

It wasn't until the photo came to a white girl in a bright red bikini that a little change occurred, and the other party's eyes dodged and did not dare to look at the person in the photo.

"Uh-huh."

Olinsky put the photo on her desktop: "It seems that someone's heart is still beating. (End of chapter)