My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Ding dong."

The electronic doorbell sounded.

"welcome."

Behind the neat and bright glass counter, stood a mixed-race black girl wearing a red sportswear.

The figure is swaying, with a head of dreadlocks.

She looked pretty, smiling sweetly at Ethan.

On the counter, there are various pastries.

There is a dazzling array of cookies, muffins, etc. Those who don’t know better may think they are entering a cake shop. In fact, these are products containing leaf ingredients, which makes people want to eat them.

Of course, that's all Ethan has no interest in trying.

I quickly glanced around and saw that the space in front was small, with a bead curtain door next to it.

Inside, there are more than ten light spots.

Those people were scattered in several places and were moving slowly.

"gentlemen?"

The black girl sensed something was wrong and reached under the counter: "Can I help you?"

These places are hot spots for robbery.

Although there is support from gangs behind the scenes, there are always some overestimated guys who want to come over and make some pocket money, so we have to be on guard against this.

"I suggest you stay still."

Ethan knocked on the table gently and asked with a stern face: "Is Reggie behind?"

Looking at the bright muzzle of the gun, the black girl swallowed her saliva.

She nodded slowly, took two steps back, and raised her hands high.

"very good."

Ethan smiled and walked to the bead curtain door: "I suggest you don't move around. I really recommend it."

At this time, the black girl saw Burgess walking in.

The uniform on the other party stunned her.

Isn't it robbery?

Damn it, not seeking revenge?

She realized something and glared at Ethan helplessly, but at this time it was too late to press the alarm. She took a deep breath and could only stand still.

"Uh-huh."

The bead curtain was pushed open.

Ethan took the lead and rushed in. Beside the small passage were rooms of various sizes.

The front door has glass.

Through the glass, he could see the smoke inside, and the unique smell of leaves penetrated his nose. He resisted the urge to sneeze and continued to rush in quickly, and the two people behind him quickly followed.

"Hey."

An old black man turned around and spread his hands dissatisfied: "This is not a place for you to come in."

"Pa~"

A heavy slap in the face, swung out like lightning.

The burly Lao Hei fell to the ground, and the gun stuck in his waist also fell out.

"bump."

The pistol was kicked away and hit the wall with a dull thud.

"GO!"

Facing the back door not far away, Ethan waved his arms quickly.

The other hand pointed to a door in front.

The muzzle of the gun shone with a flash of silver light.

Burgess also nervously picked up the Glock and leaned side by side with Ethan, but the dark muzzle of the gun in her hand was pointed at another door, and her breathing became longer under the control of her efforts.

Antonio stepped over the unconscious old Hei, crossed the passage and opened the back door.

Soon, the guys responsible for blocking the back door also broke in. They all had long guns in their hands and were wearing bulletproof vests.

Footsteps, dense.

The four people quickly gathered together.

In the two rooms in front of him, there were five or six people walking back and forth. Ethan quickly gave instructions to divide his people into two groups.

Hold up three fingers and bend the next one.

The second root.

The third finger also bent down hard.

"Bang."

He and Antonio moved left and right, and the thick soles of their boots hit the door lock like lightning.

With a bang, the door opened inside.

The door frame was also torn apart by this huge force.

"Chicago P.D."

Screams rang out, and everyone rushed forward, six guns of different sizes pointing into the room.

"Gudu."

The sound of Rusek swallowing his saliva was clearly audible.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

In the room, several old black men looked at them blankly.

These people all held assault rifles in their hands, and their expressions of elation, surprise, and panic were mixed together, which looked particularly weird.

On the ground, on the table.

In each arms box, densely packed firearms are displayed.

All are SKS semi-automatic rifles.

"Get down!"

Ethan put his index finger on the trigger and shouted: "Put down the gun, everyone get down on the ground!"

"Get down, get down."

"Damn it, put your hands on your head."

"do not move."

Not only him, but other people were also yelling.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

In this case, no one in the intelligence team, including Burgess, would hesitate to open fire if there was even the slightest lack of cooperation.

The things in those people's hands are not decorations.

"Farke."

The man in the black turban, who was wearing a big gold chain and was taking a selfie with an assault rifle, cursed and lay down helplessly. He felt his heart bleed as he looked at the gun that had just been handed over and had not yet been warmed.

This time, the loss was huge.

Tiaozi had taken the lead, and resisting now would be equivalent to death.

The old black men in the two rooms all cursed, threw away their guns, and lay down on the cold ground.

After confirming that all the people inside were free of threats, the intelligence team quickly rushed in. Silver light flashed, and they took out handcuffs one by one and locked up everyone lying on the ground.

"Farke."

Looking at the arms in the box, Ethan cursed the same way.

Putting the python into the holster, he picked up an SKS semi-automatic rifle, pulled the bolt and made a crisp sound. The smell of gun oil was brand new, and the heavy firepower had basically not been activated.

The small wooden box opened next to him was also filled with yellow bullets.

These arms are enough to launch a small battle.

The evil lord's people are also crazy

He and Olinsky looked at each other, both looking so helpless.

The transaction was completed before them.

"Who's Reggie?"

Ethan held the assault rifle without a magazine in his hand and poked the heads of each old black man: "I need an answer. The answer is easy to find. Don't waste everyone's time."

"it's me."

The big gold chain raised his head very bachelorly: "I am Reggie."

This information cannot be hidden from anyone at all. Guys who can make a name for themselves in a gang will have files on the gang investigation team.

That's why Ethan said not to waste everyone's time.

He knew that he had fallen into trouble, so he simply admitted it and looked more majestic in front of his younger brother.

"These guns."

Ethan walked over and put the muzzle of his gun to his head: "What's going on?"

"I don't know about this either." Reggie grinned: "A truck delivered some boxes this morning. Some friends and I just opened them to check and were about to call the police."

"You know, damn, this is terrible."

"Bang."

Ethan swept out with a whip kick and threw it hard to his waist and ribs.

"Shet."

Reggie's body trembled and he clutched his waist tightly.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Those wisecracks can never be uttered again.