My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Beside the street, a gray Corolla slowly stopped.

Wisps of gray-white smoke continued to emerge from the gaps in the windows.

The afternoon sun became a little hot. He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the cup holder. Ethan grabbed the Coke cup and took a long sip, and burped happily.

Not far ahead is a gray-white two-story house.

That's exactly their goal.

Five or six meters away from that house, in the third-floor attic of another house, a flash of light flashed behind the curtains, and Ethan quickly waved his hand to signal them to stay hidden.

"Uh-huh."

Hank quickly moved the window screen and adjusted the angle of the video camera lens.

From his position, he could see any traffic approaching the house next door. The Chicago Police Department's anti-independence team was here to monitor the independent dealer's den next to it. The view was very good.

"Attention everyone."

His eyes narrowed and he quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie: "The target has appeared, be ready for a raid."

"They were all carrying guns and bulletproof vests."

"Be sure to pay attention to safety."

"Received~~~"

The intercom rang with replies one after another.

From his position, he could see an SUV slowly approaching from the left. The person driving inside was Roland. This guy was looking left and right vigilantly, looking cautious.

At the same time, Ethan also noticed the oncoming car in the rearview mirror.

"bump."

He quickly got out of the car and closed the door.

The SUV stopped beside him, and the people inside got out one after another.

They were also wearing bulletproof vests, and the old man with earrings whose face was swollen by himself was still holding a door-breaking hammer. The police badge Velcro on these people's vests was replaced with a five-point one.

Ethan raised his eyebrows. One look at this group of people could tell that they had definitely done this kind of thing more than once.

"Chief Morgan."

Roland stepped forward quickly, looking at the Corolla first, and then at the Glock on the opponent's waist: "Just leave the rest to us, you don't have to do it yourself."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his lips.

The guy in front of me is also a veteran.

"Of course I won't do it."

Ethan tapped the handle of the gun and glanced at the house next to him: "This is the place, I will follow you."

"do not worry."

Roland smiled and said proudly: "My people have very clean hands and feet and will not embezzle goods."

Well, the gangster police chief has the nerve to say that his hands and feet are clean.

Ethan smiled slightly and stopped talking.

Since the other party thought that he was here to supervise the work, he didn't care and acquiesced.

Roland understood the essence of doing this kind of thing quickly. He waved his arm, and several people from the anti-independence team rushed forward quickly, with no unnecessary noise.

On the third floor nearby, Hank used a camera to completely record this scene.

Inside the camera, Roland takes the lead.

The remaining people lined up after him, quickly passed through the side yard and went straight to the back door.

Ethan fell to the end and quickly followed.

This scene made Hank frown tightly. The movements and actions of this team seemed to be so well-trained and fast. Coupled with intelligence support, they could indeed cause a dimensionality reduction blow to those monopolies.

In Chinatown, there was an incident where someone pretended to be a police officer and went around robbing casinos.

But now, there is a real one.

Soon the group arrived at the back of the house, and all of them carefully stepped onto the wooden steps onto the back porch. Then they all took out their masks from their pockets and quickly put them on their faces.

Roland grabbed a spare one and was about to hand it to Ethan.

Not even a second passed before he stuffed it back in again.

The other party had already put on the black hood before them, leaving only his mouth and bright eyes exposed.

"Do it."

Giving Ethan a thumbs up, Roland waved his arm fiercely at the ear-studded old black man.

I made up my mind.

When you have time, you must ask this guy for some tips in this area.

"Bang~"

The hammer hit the door lock hard and flipped it open.

"Don't move."

Roland quickly rushed in, and when he saw the man sitting in the kitchen, he immediately pointed his gun at the guy: "Put your hands on the table, don't move!!!"

Those behind, follow quickly.

The pistols really scared the Mexican man.

"what happened?"

Just as they were taking control of the scene, a woman wearing home clothes ran out of the next room. Before she could react, Roland raised his arm and hit the woman in the face with the butt of his gun.

Blood splattered and screams were heard.

"Don't scream."

Roland grabbed the woman again and put the gun to her head: "Tell me if you want to die!!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The woman endured the severe pain in her nose and shook her head quickly.

Nosebleeds dripped onto the floor.

Ethan, who was at the back, moved his steps and looked carefully towards the room where the woman rushed out. There was a light spot in there.

It is different from the previous exclusive dens.

This place looks like a place where ordinary people live, with all the furniture and electrical equipment. The pot of the gas stove next to it is still making a beeping sound, and a spicy smell is coming from inside.

"Shet."

The last remaining speck of light ran out of the room, causing Ethan to curse.

"Mommy!"

The six or seven-year-old girl in purple clothes looked at the scene in front of her with wide eyes.

"Daddy."

When she saw the Mexican man being held down, she screamed again in horror.

This situation was not shown in the anti-independence group's information, otherwise this place would not have been chosen as the target. This was also the reason why Ethan cursed.

"idiot."

Roland felt embarrassed in front of Ethan and kicked a subordinate next to him:

"Check the house quickly."

He looked at the little girl impatiently and continued to kick.

The next moment, his body shook.

Take two steps back.

Ethan pushed him aside and quickly protected the little girl: "Do what you should do, don't mess around!"

Don't look at Roland's honest appearance.

But being manipulated like this in front of his subordinates made him angry.

"who are you."

The Mexican man looked at the muzzles of each gun in horror and asked in horror: "What do you want?"

His emotions immediately found an outlet, and Roland strode over.

"Bang."

The butt of the gun fell hard and hit the back of the opponent's hand that was pressed on the table:

"You tell me."

Every time a word comes out, give it a sharp chisel.

After several hard blows, the back of the Mexican man's hand had become bloody. Roland still felt that it was not enough, so he grabbed the man's face with all his strength: "Tell me, where is the goods?"

A pair of eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light.

Ethan frowned and held the little girl tightly.

Roland finally showed his true nature when he acted, and it was true that he had a bad temper.

It's okay to even describe it as mania. (End of chapter)