My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hyde Park.

As fists fell like raindrops, screams continued to sound.

But among the many patrol officers present, none of them had any intention of starting a fight. The ones who could come here were basically the patrol officers of the 21st Precinct, and they all knew what kind of person Ethan Morgan was.

It's better if you don't provoke others.

Now.

Someone came to ambush him with a gun.

In fact, even if this incident happened to the patrol police, they would have the same reaction. The most taboo thing for law enforcement officers is to have their homes stolen.

After all, it's one of the few places where you can feel safe.

"Bang."

After another kick turned the ear-studded old black man into a prawn, Ethan finally stopped beating in relief.

"Thanks."

He turned around and stretched out his hand to the patrolman next to him: "Excuse me."

"You're welcome."

Each patrol officer hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands, and looked at Old Hei with an unhappy look on his face: "The people in the Jackson Park Police Department are too outrageous, and they can do this kind of thing."

"No."

Ethan shook his head and patted one of the patrol officers on the shoulder:

"It's Team Roland."

"Not the Jackson Police Department."

It is better not to let the conflict escalate. In the final analysis, it is the problem of these rogue police officers.

The patrol officers also realized this and nodded quickly.

Just when he started to take action, the two corpses were carried out by the patrolmen. Each of them was covered with bullet holes, and blood was dripping on the ground, making Ethan's eyes twitch.

These people cannot kill themselves, but they disgust themselves to death.

Deep cleaning is a must.

In fact, despite the fact that Jia Bo is a technical geek, he has all the skills he should have, and he is not willing to please these people if he does it intentionally or not.

Take two steps forward and look at the body.

They were the other two white police officers in Roland's team, but Roland was not among them.

"We've seen it all around."

The patrol officer just now explained: "No other abnormalities were found. It should be these three people who came to attack you."

While talking, he looked at Jia Bo from time to time.

As expected of a friend of the police chief, he can escape unscathed from a fight with three.

The look was just admiration and not mixed with anything else. Even if it was legitimate self-defense for ordinary people, it was acceptable. What's more, these people attacked their own homes, and the patrol officers had no other ideas.

The transcript just now was just to clarify what happened.

While talking, the pot-bellied patrolman glanced at the ground from time to time, not only him, but everyone else too.

There are few police officers who don’t like guns.

The golden, extremely exquisite golden pistol attracted everyone's attention.

"Cough~"

Ethan glared at Jabber, then bent down to pick up the gold-plated Colt M1911. He looked at it distressedly, but fortunately there were no scratches.

Inside the house, don’t check it yet.

Find the person first and then talk about it. It is rude to come and not return.

"listen."

He shifted his steps again and stepped on the old black man with a bruised nose and swollen face. "You are also a law enforcement officer. You should know that you can't escape this kind of thing. You want to handle it yourself."

"Or tell us where Roland is?"

"Hey."

The ear-studded Lao Hei finally recovered from the beating just now. He gasped and sneered, "Maybe you don't understand what loyalty is. I did this all by myself."

"A few of us just want to play a joke with you."

"Now you have killed two people."

As he spoke, his eyes rolled around, trying to think of some lighter charges.

"Do you think my house will not be monitored?"

Ethan looked at him like a fool, and then crushed the face where he had broken a few teeth: "To tell you the truth, Carter is not dead. The drugstore and another guy accidentally killed Director Perry who was sitting in the car. ”

Hearing this, Old Hei with earrings forgot about the pain.

His eyes slanted upward desperately, trying to distinguish whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

"Apartment No. 219, West Lake Road, right?"

Ethan let go of his feet and sneered: "The drugstore has also brought all the trouble. You have two choices now."

"First, you will die of old age alone in prison, while you watch Roland travel around the world with your dirty money, enjoying endless food, wine, and women."

"Second, you two will die of old age together in there."

“Eastern European sauna.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Old Hei with earrings said hurriedly: "He is waiting for our news there. That is actually his property."

“It’s on the third floor, Farke!!!”

"oh?"

Ethan looked at him disdainfully.

The so-called loyalty disappeared in an instant.

When people are drowning, they will always try their best to drag everything they can catch together. This reaction of the ear-stud old black is considered normal.

Fortunately, Jiabo was left alive.

Otherwise, I really didn’t expect Roland to be in a sauna in Eastern Europe.

"Let's go."

Without further ado, he put the pistol on his waist and immediately asked Hank to get in the car. At the same time, he looked at Burgess: "You and Roman will stay and help deal with things here."

A few shots of AK will definitely cause some damage.

But that doesn't matter now.

Capturing Roland is the top priority. He must be seen alive and his body must be seen dead.

No one can escape.

After speaking, he winked at Burgess, gestured in the direction of Jabber, and then looked into the house.

The female patrolman nodded knowingly.

This was because he wanted to take care of himself, so that his friends would not be brought to the police station, and the house should not be allowed to be messed up by others. Although he still wanted to follow and catch Roland, he could only suppress his thoughts.

After a few words of explanation to the patrol officers, he and Hank quickly got into the car.

"boom."

The Cadillac sped back.

No one noticed that the front of the car shook inexplicably.

"Please."

Ethan quickly turned around and stepped on the accelerator: "Can you say hello? What if there is a misfire?"

The vehicle just moved backwards.

Hank took away the gold-plated pistol and looked at it as if he had found a treasure, the kind that he couldn't take out. When he touched the pattern on the sleeve, it was more like touching the skin of a peerless beauty.

"do you know?"

Hank pulled the sleeve and sighed.

"have no idea."

Ethan interrupted him angrily and waved his hand: "Take it away, it's yours!"

"Ha ha."

Hank blushed, but had no intention of returning the gun. He happily unloaded the magazine and kept playing with it: "This is a work of art. Your friend should not use it to fire."

"When you saw Hussein's golden firearms introduced on TV, you didn't know how fascinating it was."

"I didn't expect that I could have one."

"Thanks~"

He smiled and patted Ethan on the shoulder again. The guy raised his gun and gestured excitedly.

Ethan shook his head and stepped on the accelerator.

With the friendship between Hank and himself, giving him a small gift was nothing.

It’s just that there are only two golden guns.

Somewhat distressed.

Depressedly stepping on the accelerator, the Cadillac roared toward the West End.