My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

This medical leaf shop was quickly searched with the support of follow-up patrol police.

SKS semi-automatic rifles, two hundred in total.

Bullets, countless.

Compared with the batch of arms in Dennis Lee's hands, there are only a handful here, but even these have stunned many patrol officers. These standard arms are not comparable to small pistols.

With the firepower that the patrol police usually carry, if they really encounter a gangster with these guys, they can only run as far as they can.

With such a batch of seizures, everyone in the intelligence team did not feel much relaxed.

The other party has already begun to bulk goods.

They must catch the person as soon as possible and find all the remaining guns.

Intelligence team garage.

The rolling shutter opened, and a van slowly backed up and retreated straight inside.

"OK."

Ethan raised his hand and signaled the driver to stop.

Rusek stepped forward and opened the tailgate, and ammunition boxes appeared in front of everyone. Hank grabbed an assault rifle and exhaled heavily: "Very good, this is at least a good start."

Platt also rushed over, she nodded, and several patrol officers rushed to meet her.

All arms here must be registered one by one.

Turn over what needs to be handed over, and destroy what needs to be handed over.

"You have to find the remaining guns as soon as possible." Throwing the guns into the wooden box, Hank clapped his hands: "Now there is a case that is very troublesome, and I can't be with you anymore."

"oh?"

Looking at the busy people, Ethan lit up a cigarette.

"Strength, arson."

Hank's brows knit together tightly: "The victim is a nurse in a Chicago hospital, and the murderer is suspected of committing serial crimes. There was a similar modus operandi in New York."

"Hmm~"

Ethan snorted lightly, not feeling any surprise.

The longer you work in this profession, the more indifferent your reaction will be to this kind of thing. If you don't touch personal emotions, you won't have much fluctuation in your heart.

There are really too many scumbags.

As for Hank, it's normal for him to have headaches. No matter what the case is, it becomes very difficult when serials are involved.

It proved that the murderer was very cautious and left no evidence behind.

Moreover, the murderer is obsessed with this kind of game and will commit crimes again sooner or later, and will continue until he is caught by mistake.

The later it is caught, the easier it is for new victims to appear.

"All right."

He flicked off the cigarette ashes and shrugged: "I can't help you now, but I think your violent crime team should be able to handle it."

"I'll go to the hospital to ask questions."

Hank waved his hand and walked quickly outside: "Get those guns back quickly, that's the most important thing."

Several boxes were quickly moved away by the men brought by Pratt.

When the patrolmen left, the evil lord leader named Reggie was also escorted in from the outside. The transaction trap failed, so he could only pry this guy's mouth open to see if he knew something.

Bang!

The iron cage opened, and Reggie was pushed hard by Atwater, staggering and falling inside.

"Yo, iron cage."

Reggie rolled his tongue and said excitedly: "Are you white guys serious? What do you think of me, Nico?"

"Damn, this is discrimination!"

"Hey hey hey."

Noticing Ethan walking in with a phone book, Reggie's body trembled: "What do you want to do?"

The thick phone book was stained with blood.

The cover has been smashed.

Judging from the age of the color, this thick phone book must have served many people. Reggie suddenly realized that the other party wanted to do something dirty to him, so he raised his voice and was about to shout in the direction where the patrolman left just now.

"Shut up."

A weak voice sounded and said feebly: "As someone who has been through this, I suggest you save some energy."

Only then did Reggie notice that there was a person lying in the corner next to him.

"Farke."

He squinted his eyes, looked at the other person's bloody palm and swallowed: "Eddie Cao?"

The other party's appearance was too horrible to look at.

If he hadn't worked together several times, Reggie wouldn't have recognized this guy at all.

He doesn't know what these notes did to him.

"listen."

Old Hei raised his hands tremblingly and shouted hastily: "I don't know what you want to do, but those firearms were traded by me and a guy named Dennis Lee more than three hours ago."

"It was never used. It didn't cause any harm."

Bachelor, too bachelor.

As a senior member of the Taoist community, he knows that sometimes there is no use in talking. When it is time to explain, you still have to explain it properly, otherwise it will be the same fate as the person next to you.

If the other party can come to your door, they must have mastered something.

Arguing has no effect.

"Where is he?"

Ethan threw the phone book onto the bench next to him. There was a dull sound, and the bodies of the two people inside shivered.

Eddie Cao was beaten into a conditioned reflex.

As for Reggie, he was afraid that he would become like that.

"have no idea."

He shook his head quickly, with great sincerity in his eyes: "I really don't know, this is just a deal."

"Please believe that this is the truth."

"You captured a group of people and lost a lot of money."

"You want Dennis Lee, right? He caused me so much misery. If I knew, I would definitely tell you. Is there anything wrong with this logic?"

"Snapped."

With a slap, Reggie was knocked out of his sight.

"You talk the same thing."

Ethan flicked his wrist and asked casually: "Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

No matter how honest you are, you still have to fight when you should.

People like them are all ghosts and ghosts. If they don't use a killing stick, they may subconsciously fool around at a certain key point.

This big slap made Reggie's eyes red.

But the anger couldn't knock him out. The guy took a few heavy breaths and suppressed his anger.

A trace of doubt also flashed through my mind.

How did this guy know that he was attending night school? It was terrifying.

"Call Dennis Lee."

Taking out the other party's mobile phone from his pocket and handing it over, Ethan said in a deep voice: "Just say that you are very satisfied with this batch of goods and want to buy some more. We also need a batch of bullets."

"By the way, remember to negotiate the price and make it cheaper."

"You are Boss, you have the final say."

Reggie knew what he wanted to do as soon as he heard it. He took his phone in a muffled voice. He unlocked the screen and clicked on one of the numbers in the address book.

The amplification was also turned on.

This guy must have worked with the police before, everything seemed so proficient.

"Dududu."

In the expectant eyes of others, the phone rang with a busy tone.

Sighs sounded one after another.

"Boom."

Olinsky kicked the iron cage hard, turned around and walked upstairs.

Obviously, another burner phone.

It is also obvious that the captured old black man can no longer contact the other party, and the plan is completely bankrupt.

"I tried my best to cooperate."

Reggie looked at the other party's gloomy face and tremblingly handed over his mobile phone: "You can't blame me for this!"

"Then it's my fault?"

Ethan had nowhere to vent his anger, so he picked up the phone book next to him.

Screams sounded one after another.