My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

With the sickle held around their neck, no one would dare to move again.

"Get down."

Ethan held the AR15 at an angle, squatted on the edge of the container, and shouted coldly: "Chicago Police Department, everyone get down and put your heads in your hands."

"If you dare to move again, I'll hit you!"

A faint wisp of smoke came out of the muzzle in front.

Screams also sounded from the other two directions. Antonio and Horsted also fired several shots into the open space, cooperating with their own police sergeants to scare away the gang of street elements below.

Even though there are only three people.

With the upper hand, even if a few more people come next, they will still be harvested.

None of those 14K guys dared to draw their guns.

Everyone, including the white man who came from behind, lay down on the ground and put their hands behind their heads.

Jesse Kong looked at the series of small pits in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He turned his head and looked at the white man.

His angry breath blew up the dust on the ground, and his eyes seemed to choose people to eat, but he didn't expect that he would stumble here.

The people hiding in the corner also rushed out quickly.

After they had the scene under control, Ethan quickly climbed down like an ape.

"Where is Lee?"

Olinsky rushed out of the duty vehicle. He saw the opened container and angrily grabbed the white man's hair: "Who asked you to come here? Where is he? Who are you?"

"Hey, let it go."

The white man was already frightened by the sight of Jesse Kong, but now he was pulled up by his hair and grinned: "Man, I don't know what's going on."

"Look, I didn't know there was nothing in there."

The open container was empty.

Not to mention arms, not even a mouse. The two iron doors seemed like containers with their mouths open, mocking these people.

"I do not know how it is?"

Ethan walked over quickly and put the hot muzzle of the gun directly on the other person's forehead: "You must be very brave to come here to trade with these gang members alone. You might as well tell me about it."

"Shet."

The man's eyebrows were burned by the muzzle of the gun. His whole body suddenly went limp and he shouted excitedly: "I owe Li money, and he threatened me to take the keys."

"By the way, and get the money back."

"If I don't do this, he will kill my whole family."

"Where did you get the money?" Ethan pressed the gun hard and continued to ask.

"I don't know~~~"

The white man's voice sounded like a chicken: "He just asked me to wait for the phone call. Please forgive me, that's all I know."

Ethan cursed secretly and kicked the stones away from his feet.

The current situation is already obvious.

Dennis Lee should have received the news that the female body was found in Chinatown. The old fox guessed that the police could find his nephew, so he simply used this opportunity to make a move to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

The place where he receives the goods must have changed.

And everyone present was swayed by him.

Squinting at the loading and unloading area that stretched to the end, he squeezed his hands hard. Maybe that bastard was happily unloading the batch of munitions.

The real owner was not caught, and he was tricked.

The people in the intelligence team became angry and searched the people who came to trade one by one.

If you don't cooperate even a little bit, you'll get punched.

"Hey."

Hank walked over and said with a sullen face: "We were tricked by Dennis Lee, and his batch of munitions must have been unloaded at this opportunity."

"I know."

Ethan tightened his cheeks and looked at the equally angry Jesse Kong.

This guy didn't say a word and just let Atwater be manipulated, but he could feel the anger in him, and the other person's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

As the leader of 14K, it would be humiliating to be treated like this.

"Maybe."

Ethan narrowed his eyes and said silently: "We need a plan B."

"That's right."

Hank followed his gaze and nodded slowly: "This is a good plan B."

Precinct 21.

The people from the intelligence team went out happily, but came back smelling of sweat and anger. Antonio and Olinsky interrogated Jesse Kong, while Rusek and Atwater entered the iron room at Ethan's signal. Cage.

After being in the sun for so long, I still gained nothing.

It is necessary for Eddie Cao to see what the iron fist of a law enforcement officer is.

Ethan smoked a cigarette and walked into the technical room.

It's been a long time since Gene left. Last time Atwater was here to watch the surveillance video.

Rat did nothing but get a makeshift desk up there.

Here, also re-enabled.

He was playing with some small police instruments with great interest, and the howling next to him turned a deaf ear.

"Boss."

Seeing Ethan come in, he quickly stood up: "I'm sorting things out. The previous technician left a lot of good stuff behind."

"By the way, what I did just now is regrettable."

"fine."

Waving his hand, Ethan walked around the front reception desk and walked in, taking stock of the situation inside.

After a few hours of tinkering, there was a big change here.

At the mouse's workstation, three monitors were set up.

It seems a bit messy, but in order.

"what is that?"

Ethan pointed to the screen in the middle. The background of the desktop was a large English letter J, which was in a dynamic shape. The magma was constantly breaking out from the black font, with wisps of smoke, and it looked very evil.

"The legendary J!"

The mouse looked at the screen with bright eyes and murmured: "The king of the hacker world, the elegant gentleman, the devil with the power of destruction."

"Also my idol."

"correct."

He came back to his senses and asked, "What's the matter? Boss."

King, gentleman, devil.

Ethan's eyes twitched as he thought of Jabber, who was wildly twerking with some gigolos the night before. There was a high probability that the person the mouse described was the bastard in his family.

"Is such that."

Ethan rubbed his nose, held back his smile and said, "Now, it's time to prove your ability."

Plan B requires mice to implement.

Hacking a mobile phone can't prove anything. Now is the key to prove whether he can be used by the intelligence team.

Next, Ethan told his plan.

The mouse looked very serious and nodded repeatedly. This was his first time making a move and he didn't want to mess it up.

"Go ahead."

Patting the other party's shoulder, Ethan said solemnly: "Ask the two people outside if you need anything. I'll buy you some time and get it done as soon as possible."

"no problem."

The mouse said with a relaxed look: "It can be solved in ten minutes."

"but."

He hesitated and continued:

"I have something here that I need to report clearly to you. I'm not sure if this has your consent."