My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing the cash in the bag, Tian's breathing became heavy.

He released his hand from the handle of the gun, and beckoned to Chris who was standing behind: "Take this thing out."

Chris took out the yellow bag from the car and handed it to Tian.

After letting go, he quietly took two steps back.

"It's here."

Tian patted the evidence bag, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is well together, I hope you don't play tricks."

After speaking, he threw the evidence bag to Oscar.

After getting the item he was thinking of, Oscar couldn't wait to tear off the seal, and when he saw the T-shirt inside, he nodded in satisfaction.

"good."

Oscar looked at Jacob with a smile: "Give them the money."

"No problem." Jacob grinned and tossed the heavy travel bag forward.

The travel bag drew a parabola and flew towards the opposite side.

Tian and the other person couldn't help but look at the bag, and at the same time raised their hands in joy to welcome this huge fortune.

"Shh."

The three black suits opened their coats at the same time, and pressed their palms firmly on the handle of the gun.

Killing intent flashed in their eyes, and their submachine guns were raised.

next moment.

"Chicago police."

With a loud roar, several figures rushed over from three directions.

"lay down your weapon."

"Your Majesty!"

The few people who rushed out suddenly were all wearing bulletproof vests, shaking assault rifles and shotguns, and yelling non-stop.

At the same time, a siren blared nearby.

The blue light was shining and approaching quickly.

"flutter."

The travel bag hit him, and wads of money fell.

Tian looked at the three submachine guns pointed at him and the cash that fell on the ground, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"Put your hands up."

Ethan strode over with the AR15 in his hand, and shouted sharply, "Kneel down and raise your hands."

The role of the patrol car is fully reflected at this time.

When the siren sounded, the gunmen panicked.

First, I don't know how many people are outside.

Secondly, the assault rifle in front of him alone is terrifying enough.

If they don't obey orders, these Chicago police officers have the power to shoot at any time.

Thinking of this, the hand holding the submachine gun was released instantly.

"Hey, have you guys misunderstood something?" Jacob didn't realize that his subordinates were already timid. He put one hand behind his back and shouted excitedly: "It's just a few friends gathering here."

"Fight them."

The guy's face instantly became ferocious, and his arms waved accordingly.

If you are caught at this time, you will have to squat for decades, which is almost like death, five against five, and there is still a chance of winning.

"Bang bang bang~"

Ethan and Horstead pulled the trigger at the same time.

More than a dozen bullets flew out, and the moment the gunshot sounded, they fell hard on Jacob.

"No."

Oscar let out a desperate roar, watching his brother's body exploding into clouds of blood.

"Jacob."

He lowered his raised hands, wanting to fly forward.

"Boom."

Atwater rushed forward, knocking him to the ground with the butt of the gun.

"Save him." Oscar took a bite of the mud, he was still struggling desperately when he was controlled by Atwater: "Call an ambulance, hurry up!"

Ethan sneered and pointed his gun at the others.

An ambulance is indeed called, but it can only come to collect the body.

After being shot more than a dozen times by himself and Horsted, Jacob's face had three holes of flesh and blood, even if Da Luo Tianxian came over, he couldn't save him.

The sudden sound of the brakes sounded, and Olinsky rushed out of the car.

Without further ado, he directly helped Atwater hold Oscar's head.

"You killed my brother."

Seeing Jacob stop twitching, Oscar felt blue veins on his forehead.

He took a big breath and blew up the dust on the ground: "You two bastards killed my brother!"

His eyes seemed to be devouring, staring at the two shooters, Ethan and Hosted, without batting an eyelid, engraving their faces firmly in his mind.

"Yes, your brother is dead."

Orlinsky strangled his neck fiercely, leaned into his ear and shouted: "How does that feel, isn't it great?"

"Fakyu."

As soon as he heard the voice, Oscar knew who it was.

He stopped talking and gritted his teeth.

Seeing that the situation inside was basically under control, the patrol car stopped blocking the door and drove over quickly.

Looking at the pile of money scattered on the ground, Burgess took a deep breath.

She and Roman glanced at each other and quickly took out the handcuffs.

After seeing Jacob's end, all the gangsters, including Chris, suddenly became very well-behaved.

They knelt on the ground in unison, raising their hands high.

"L5021 call, emergency situation." Irene grabbed the walkie-talkie on Burgess's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "There was an exchange of fire between the police and the gangsters. One person fell down at the scene. Arrange for an ambulance to come."

"Got it, L5021." The voice from the contact desk sounded:
"How is the situation at the scene, do you need the support of nearby police officers?"

"Yes, the scene has been brought under control. Call two more patrol cars to escort these people back."

Erin replied, throwing the walkie-talkie to Burgess.

With preparation and deployment, the matter is as simple as that, that is, Jacob's head is missing a tendon, otherwise, it can be easily solved without firing a gun.

"Are you OK."

Noticing that Horstead was staring at the corpse on the ground, Ethan patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't take it to heart, these rubbish are dead and are purifying the world."

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Hearing Ethan's words, Horstead shook his head with a smile.

His eyes collided with Oscar, and the other party looked over fiercely.

Horstead was a little flustered at first, but soon became calm again.

If he couldn't bear this emotion, he would have been a policeman for so many years in vain. He immediately put his thoughts behind him and dealt with the scene together with everyone.

Looking at the people lying on the ground one by one, Ethan held the handle of the gun that was slightly scalded by the sun.

The first case he took over was finally solved.

The sun was fierce, and Ethan jumped out of the car with a large glass of iced Coke.

"Boss."

The people in the next few cars also came down one after another. Rusek shook the cup in his hand: "We have captured so much, why don't you just buy us a glass of Coke?"

"Yes."

Irene brushed her long brown hair back, and she adjusted her sunglasses: "You can't be too stingy."

With her taking the lead, the others fought one after another.

"Molly tonight."

"A round of whiskey, too?"

"You fucking Fuck, I paid this out of my own pocket." Ethan raised his middle finger and swung it around, "Just do whatever you want, and the seized money won't reach my pocket."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone just now, he had no choice but to make a move.

Besides, the money in it is counted, even if there is a chance, you can't do it.

"Hahaha."

The case was successfully solved, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

It would be nice to have a glass of Coke.

Orlinsky and Rusek walked up together carrying the travel bag, and the money contained in it needed to be counted and put into the warehouse.

A white man in his 50s and [-]s staggered with them and hurried down the steps. A gust of wind blew up the contents of the cardboard box in his hand, and the papers scattered all over the floor.

"God."

The man was so angry that he threw the carton to the ground, turned around and cursed: "You will regret it, Fakeyu!"

Seeing this, several members of the intelligence team hurriedly acted.

Ethan picked up the last piece of paper, and took the other people's hands. After sorting it out, he handed it to the gray-haired man: "Sir, your things."

The white man looked very angry, his chest heaving sharply.

"Fakyu, Ministry of Internal Affairs."

He gritted his teeth and muttered: "Fakyu."

"Sir?" Ethan frowned, then handed over the paper in his hand: "Your things."

The above few words were seen by Ethan.

Complaints, applications, and descriptions are all such words in the header of the form.

"Thank you."

The man finally came back to his senses. After thanking him, he reached out to take it.

Ethan was surprised to find that his hands were covered with scars, only four fingers remained, which looked a bit horrible.

"It's not pretty, is it?"

The gray-haired man didn't care about this look either. He looked at Ethan, shook his head and said, "That's for sure, I don't think it looks good either."

"You're a good boy, find something else to do if you get the chance."

"This damn police station."

He took the paper with his broken hand, and said through gritted teeth: "When you think you have paid everything for it, but what?"

"When you get old, you won't even get a pension."

After packing up the things, the man hugged the cardboard box and walked towards the corner with heavy steps.

"Let's go."

Looking at this lonely figure, Ethan picked up the Coke cup on the ground and strode up the steps.

The others glanced at that person and followed suit one after another.

When he came to the reception hall, Pilates' face was a little ugly, and his gestures were full of anger.

"What's wrong with you?"

When the others went upstairs, Ethan put his hands on the reception desk and asked curiously: "By the way, I met a very strange person outside just now."

"I even buy Karma."

Pratt covered his forehead, looking upset: "That's Payne, who just annoyed me for half an hour."

"You don't know how many of these trivial things I have to deal with every day."

"What does he do?" Ethan took a sip of Coke and raised his hand as a gesture.

"The bomb disposal team." Pratt sighed, and said helplessly: "When he was on a mission before, he was injured by a bomb and lost a finger at the same time."

"At the time, he was an admirable figure."

"During his career, Payne also won a medal. He used to be a very good Chicago policeman."

"But." Ethan spat out the straw and helped her out.

Pratt rolled his eyes and continued:
"Casinos, you know."

"He lost everything, his wife, children, house and all his savings. Later, he made a mistake at work and was targeted by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

She spread her hands and curled her mouth:

"There are still five or six years before I retire, but now I have nothing, and my pension is gone."

"Payne has been filing complaints for months, but he's facing the Ministry of Internal Affairs, you know, with no chance of winning."

Pratt picked up the ballpoint pen and wrote and drew on the file: "This is the fourth time he has come to me, but you also know, what does this have to do with me, he really lost his mind completely."

No wonder that guy just now was so angry.

The relevant benefits of law enforcement officers are still very good, which cannot be compared with the rich, but it is still no problem to maintain a middle class.

Now that I have nothing, it's no wonder I'm not dizzy.

But I can't blame others. People who gamble badly rarely end well.

"That's all right."

Ethan knocked on the table and said casually, "By the way, Burgess and Roman performed well today."

"is it?"

Pratt raised his head and said meaningfully: "Is Burgess' performance all the time?"

"Hahaha."

Ethan laughed a few times, and walked quickly to the stairs.

As soon as he returned to the office and sat down, Antonio walked in, and he closed the door behind him.

Ethan put the Coke cup aside and shook him a cigarette.

"Thank you."

Antonio lit a cigarette and said energetically, "We received good goods today, and we seized 60 US dollars."

"I'm sure Director Perry will make a congratulatory call soon."

"It's everyone's credit." Ethan shrugged and said with a smile: "Of course he will be happy, and there will be more funding for the bureau."

The high detection rate and high seizure rate are the reasons why the intelligence team speaks hard.

It can not only solve the trouble, but also make a lot of money back.

Everyone likes such a department.

It is also for this reason that the intelligence team usually does things a little extra, and the top management will turn a blind eye.

"That's why I'm looking for you."

Antonio's expression was serious: "This seizure is also due to the information provided by the informant."

"According to the regulations of the police department, as an officially registered informant, you will receive a [-]% cash reward, which is [-] U.S. dollars."

"That's right." Ethan nodded.

There is indeed such a rule. With her own help, Miranda registered as an informant on Firewire, and later received a reward of [-] US dollars. She also borrowed this money to start a new life.

"I just want to make sure, what are your rules?"

Antonio bit his cigarette and continued to ask: "Before, we would settle the money to the informant as quickly as possible."

"You know, there are people who need the money badly."

"Of course, at the same time, it is also to prove that our words are credible, and let people know that it is definitely no problem to cooperate with the intelligence team."

"Old rules." Ethan played with the lighter and lifted the lid:

"You can go to Orlinski now, and after he and Ruzek finish counting and go through the procedures, you can get another [-]%."

Taking a deep breath of the cigarette, he exhales the smoke slowly:
"Others are risking their lives to play with us, so we have to have fun."

"Ok."

Antonio nodded, and clapped hands with Ethan: "I thank you for the informant."

"Don't say that."

Ethan waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Just follow the rules."

In fact, this is also to maintain their own credibility.

If the word is released and it is too late to fulfill it, there will be no informant to play with them in such matters in the future. (end of this chapter)