My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 455

Half an hour later, two SUVs pulled up on the side of the road.

Ethan lit a cigarette and opened the car door. He tightened his jacket and walked to the Cadillac:

"You know the Collins family?"

"I know more or less all the people on the road."

Hank took the cigarette and looked at the tavern not far away:
"I always thought this surname was very familiar just now, and I only remembered it after seeing the group photo in the wallet."

"Gavin Collins."

"Italian, running a criminal gang, the main business scope is theft and sale of stolen goods."

"mafia?"

Ethan puffed out a puff of smoke, squinted his eyes and looked at the old-fashioned classic American tavern in the distance.

"That's all in the past."

Hank got out of the car and walked forward: "But he's not too big or too small to be considered a character."

"This tavern belongs to him, and most of the customers in it are their gang, or gang members. Gavin often hangs out here."

Ethan nodded, this place is similar to Molly's Bar.

The main reason is that it is more comfortable for everyone to sit together in the face of their own consumption.

Just like the blue bar, people in the 21st Bureau like to go to Morley, not only to support their own people, but also for a sense of security.

When no one wants to have a good drink, there are a few tables of gangsters sitting next to them.

Life is exciting enough, there is no need to look for excitement when you are relaxing.

"If anyone is most likely to know the whereabouts of Sean Collins now, he is the only one." Hank stepped on the snow and continued:
"Now those people are being followed so urgently by us, not just anyone dares to help."

"But that's his family, are you sure he will say it?" Ethan flicked his cigarette butt:
"How is your relationship with him?"

The meaning of these words is obvious, depending on the degree of relationship, decide how hard to wait.

Hank naturally understood, he spread his hands:

"Played once or twice."

He stopped and said to Ethan, "My code of conduct is this. This world is a world where black and white coexist, with a gray area in between."

"I just want to maintain the peace of Chicago and the peace of ordinary people."

"These people, whoever jumps, I will beat them!"

"Understood, then I know what to do." Ethan's mouth curled up.

"when."

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the tin can on it was knocked, making a muffled sound.

There were five or six people sitting scattered inside. The bartender put his hands on the bar and looked at the two people who entered the door.

Both men were wearing a jacket with the police badge peeking out from the belt.

With the swing of the corner of the clothes, the gun holster is looming.

"Wait and be careful."

Hank explained to Ethan in a low voice, and walked straight inside.

There is a billiards table in the innermost part. A white man with gray hair and baggy eyes is playing billiards with a tall, bald-headed man.

Ethan quickly looked around, but didn't see any surveillance cameras.

Facing a series of vigilant eyes, he followed Hank's pace.

"Gavin Collins."

Hank smiled and walked to the pool table.

"Boit!" The gray-haired Gavin glanced at him, unhurriedly wiping the tip of the pool cue:

"Sorry, I don't have time to entertain you now, I'm busy."

"I don't think you're busy!"

Hank grabbed a wad of money on the edge of the pool table and threw it to the bald man:
"Congratulations, you have won, get out!"

The banknotes fluttered one after another, and the bald man looked at Gavin with a look of bewilderment.

Ethan strolled to the pole rack. After some selection, he picked up a billiard cue that was just the right size, and gestured in his hand. It was just the right weight.

Facing their actions, Gavin asked blankly:
"I had two nephews this morning, but now there is only one."

"Can you tell me why?"

Hank leaned back on the bar, folded his arms and said, "Your nephew let a few girls swallow cocoa powder and brought it here from Mexico."

He added grimly, "Brandon and we played a game of high-speed chase."

"People who generally do this are digging their own graves."

"So, I don't think there's anything to be sorry about."

"Sorry." Gavin Collins slid the pool cue in his hand:

"I have nothing to say to you now. After this round, I have to visit that heartbroken sister."

"So if you don't mind, please take the quarterback behind me and get out of my place."

"Hey!"

Ethan stepped forward and hit the pool cue on the ground: "Do you mind if the two of us play a game?"

"just you?"

Gavin looked at him disdainfully: "What's your income, what's my income, do you have the qualifications?"

Hank didn't know what Ethan was going to do, so he also picked up a club.

"One thousand dollars a game."

Ethan took out a roll of money from his pocket and gently placed it on the edge of the table: "Just play the rest of the game, are you interested?"

In the table situation, the small ball has the upper hand.

With two balls left, Gavin can finish with a black eight.

He leaned down and put the club on his finger: "Hank, your men want to send me money, and I have no reason to refuse."

"Hahaha."

"This guy's brain is broken."

"Collins has been in this game for decades, and this note is lost."

Several people who were drinking beside laughed.

Gavin pressed his palm firmly on the ball table, the fulcrum was firm, and the club slid gently.

"boom."

With a huge force, the head of the club thrust out violently.

Steady, accurate and ruthless!

The skin was punctured, and the bones of the hand were pierced.

Gavin's palm was pierced by the cue and ruthlessly plunged into the pool table.

"what!!!"

Only then did he react and let out a scream.

Ethan firmly grasped the trembling cue, and quickly opened the corner of his clothes with the other hand, and pulled out the python revolver like lightning:

"Don't even move!"

The few people who were still laughing just now fell silent.

The bartender was pointed at by a pistol, and obediently withdrew his hands that were groping under the bar.

The moment Ethan made his move, Hank also turned over the pool cue in his hand and stabbed the bald man in the stomach hard.

"Shet!!!."

The bald man was hit hard, and his throat gurgled.

His feet softened and he knelt down on the ground.

"Boom." Hank punched him in the head.

With a snap, a Colt M1911 fell from the bald man's arms and fell to the ground beside him.

"Fake!!!"

Hank quickly stretched out his foot and stepped on the pistol:

"You bastards, how dare you attack the police!"

With a curse, he punched the bald man again.

Gavin was also stubborn, and he clenched his teeth after the scream just now.

He was lying on his stomach on the pool table, trying to get the cue out of his hand.

"Say, where is your nephew?" Ethan grabbed the cue's hand, shook it sideways, and let it go.

"Om."

The pool cue shook quickly, wringing out some blood foam.

"Fakeyu, I'm going to kill you!" Gavin yelled as he stared at Ethan in pain.

"No no no."

Hank reached into his pocket and picked up the M1911 that had fallen on the floor.

He walked aside and directly put the pistol into Gavin's mouth: "Those girls are in your nephew's hands, they will definitely not survive tonight."

"He must be hiding somewhere, and this place, I bet you know."

He flipped Colt's hammer back through his clothes: "Give you three seconds and tell us the address."

"Otherwise, I will kill you."

"One"

"two"

(End of this chapter)