My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Eastern European sauna.

The Cadillac rushed onto the sidewalk and came to a screeching halt at the door.

In order not to alert the snake.

They didn't even notify the patrol officers to come for support. This was the jurisdiction of the Jackson Park Police Department. Who knew if someone familiar to Roland would tip him off, causing this guy to escape.

"Pa~"

Ethan pulled the bolt and looked at Hank.

The latter knocked on the gold-plated M1911, opened his legs and ran upstairs.

"CPD."

Arriving at the reception hall on the second floor, Hank immediately saw the woman who took him to the bathroom that day, and reached out to grab her:

"Where is Roland?"

Several soft shouts sounded.

There were still many customers here at night, and I was startled when I saw two heavily armed guys rushing towards me. However, I felt relieved when I noticed the police logo on the bulletproof vest.

"Don't run, don't scream, stay where you are!"

Ethan held up his gun and growled.

No matter what happens in America, when the police give orders, it's best to obey them.

If asked to squat, never lie down.

Extraneous movements mean disobeying orders.

That means you are in danger.

So after hearing his order, the five or six people in the hall all squatted down obediently, not daring to make any move.

"upstairs."

The waitress looked at Hank's stern face, and her feet suddenly felt sore:

"The innermost office."

As soon as the gun was turned, Ethan took the lead and rushed upstairs.

"boom."

The camera at the corner of the stairs was shot away by him.

Jump up the stairs to the third floor.

Another shot was fired, and the glass of the camera was splashed everywhere. The light spots in the rooms on both sides shook. He quickly crossed the L-shaped corridor and stopped suddenly when he came to the corner.

At this time, Hank had just arrived at the stairs.

At the end of the corridor, the door is ajar.

It can be seen through the radar that the light spot inside is in another position, and there is no ambush or anything like that.

Ethan grabbed the vase by the wall in confusion and walked over slowly.

Quiet, no movement.

As he approached the door, he waved his hand casually, and the vase whizzed forward, shattering into pieces with a bang, and the door opened.

"I saw your car."

Roland's voice came quietly from inside: "I didn't expect you guys to come so fast."

Walk into the room slowly.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily in the direction of the light spot. Roland was sitting on the sofa in the living room, pouring whiskey for himself. There were two large travel bags on the coffee table in front of him.

The zipper opened and the money inside almost spilled out.

Five, ten, twenty, all these small denomination bills.

According to Ethan's experience, there are probably about 1.5 million here. To be able to earn so much money in Jackson Park, Roland is considered a talent. I don't know how many independent traders have been hacked.

"You think you can escape?"

Ethan looked around, not missing any corner.

"I was a step too late."

Roland took a sip of whiskey and raised the bottle to signal: "Do you need some for you?"

"Need not."

After confirming that there were no cameras, Ethan put his finger on the trigger: "You dare to let people ambush my home, Mr. Roland, I have to say that you are very brave, I admire you for this."

Hearing this, Roland's hand holding the whiskey was stunned.

Soon, he smiled dumbly again.

"Actually, we are all the same people."

Raising his head, he squinted his eyes and looked at Ethan: "I believe I saw the right person. You are the same as me. It's not a loss if I fall into your hands."

While speaking, Roland twisted his head slightly.

Hank also entered the room slowly.

When he saw the money, he snorted coldly: "It seems like you got a good harvest."

"It's good."

Roland shrugged and took another sip of whiskey: "More than $1.5 million, which many Chicago police officers will never earn in a lifetime. How about it? Do you have any ideas?"

"Thirty-five percent."

His breathing became rapid, and he glanced back and forth between the faces of Ethan and Hank: "Just follow your rules, okay?"

"Just raise your hand."

Breathing out the breath of alcohol, Roland gritted his teeth and said, "You can get more than one million US dollars."

“This is a great deal!!!”

Although I am extremely unwilling to do so, this is my only chance now.

"snort!"

Hank smiled slightly and said with cold eyes: "I ordered the attack on two policemen, and Chief Perry also died under your order. Do you think this money will allow you to escape unharmed?"

"Believe me."

Roland squeezed the wine glass hard and said in a low voice: "I never wanted to kill Perry. It was just an accident."

"As for Sheriff Morgan."

He put the cup down, twitched the corners of his eyes and said, "I see you weren't hurt at all. Five hundred thousand dollars is enough to compensate for the mental damage you suffered."

"do you know?"

Looking at Hank blankly, Roland's expression became fanatical: "When I was a newcomer, you were a legend."

"You are the only guy who has the guts to ask the Mafia to pay protection money."

"Everyone knows a truth. If you don't pay Boyte, you will definitely not be able to survive on the road. You have always been my target."

"All of this is just the result of what I learned from you."

Ethan looked at Hank with a half-smile, but he didn't expect that this guy was still his little fan.

In fact, Hank is not as exaggerated as the other party said.

Many things are spread by rumors.

It’s just that Hank has never denied these things. Whether it is a good reputation or a bad reputation, as long as there is a certain reputation, then it is a good thing for his job.

At least many things will be easier to do.

So when he faced Ethan's gaze, he just scratched his ears and didn't respond to the other person's words at all.

"Please."

Roland opened his arms again and made a circle in front of the two large luggage bags, pleading: "There are only three of us here, take it away, no one will know!"

"wrong."

Ethan shook his head slowly and shrugged: "We can't do this, this is wrong behavior."

"There's still someone who will know."

"This is the right move to remove hidden dangers."

He picked up the gun in his hand, pressed the trigger lightly with his finger, and glanced at Hank with the corner of his eye: "I am a poor man. Things in my house have been damaged and need to be renovated. This is very expensive."

"I'm sure I can hide the bag, how about it?"

"Um."

Hank thought for a while and raised his arm: "It's a good idea, but you can only take half, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with the police station."

"NO, NO, NO."

Roland's pupils shrank violently and his face became horrified: "What are you doing!!!"

"nothing."

Ethan shrugged and said with a smile: "I'm just teaching you what a qualified criminal police officer should do. We will help you spend your money well. Be careful in the next life and don't offend people you shouldn't offend."

Looking at the two black gun muzzles, Roland slumped on the sofa helplessly. (End of chapter)