My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Wow!"

As the van drove into the yard, the side door of the pharmaceutical factory finally opened.

A guy with short hair appeared in their field of vision. He stretched out, led three people down the gentle slope, and strode towards the driver who jumped out of the truck.

No doubt they were armed.

The submachine gun hanging in the coat can be seen clearly, and the firepower is quite sufficient.

But that's not the point.

When he saw the man coming out, Bunker's face turned livid, and the hand holding the telescope creaked, his knuckles turned white when he squeezed it, and the intensity of his strength was evident.

It was his brother, Calvin!

"calm down."

Ethan scanned around with the telescope, picked up a pen and quickly recorded the personnel and weapons and equipment in a small book: "But I am curious, how do you plan to deal with Calvin in the end?"

"correct."

Looking back, he explained to Boden: "Bunker used to be a member of the fraternity."

"Calvin is his brother."

The corners of the latter's mouth twitched slightly, with an undeniable look.

That wasn't his and Rebecca's goal, both had always wanted Watts and the one behind the Brotherhood, very clearly.

"have no idea."

After a moment of silence, Bunker replied in an unusually struggling tone.

This is normal, Ethan understands.

After all, Calvin is his blood relative, so some decisions will definitely be difficult to make until the last moment. Not everyone has the courage to kill relatives for justice, and there is no way I can help him make this decision.

In the yard, several people quickly greeted the driver to enter the factory.

Only the van remained.

Ethan kept writing and copied down the license plate number. Looking at the number copied on the paper, the pen tip paused.

"New York!"

Wrinkling his eyebrows, he looked at Bunker: "The information you helped me investigate last time, I remember that Cruz also served as a patrol officer in the New York Police Department for a period of time, right?"

"That's right."

After thinking about it, the latter said that he remembered it correctly.

Looking at this small book, Ethan wrote down Cruz's name and the characters of New York, and drew a circle to connect the two.

The intuition developed over the years as a law enforcement officer made him feel that there might be something going on.

When a person has a problem.

Then the other party’s past experiences are worth examining.

"This car is not simple."

He raised his head and stared at the van: "If Calvin can come out to greet it, there is no doubt that it is used to transport some shady things. If it is loaded and left at night, I will follow it."

Watching factories is one thing, but also investigating the people who come into contact with them.

Maybe there will be unexpected gains.

Moreover, this license plate is from New York. If the vehicle returns to New York, it will be a good time to search Cruz's origins. This kind of thing is not rude.

You're all undercover with me.

Then it shouldn’t be too much for me to investigate your situation!

"OK."

Bunker was stunned for two seconds and nodded silently.

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to watch here with Boden. The guy didn't say a word for a long time, which made him feel too scary. He always felt like he was staying with a wild beast.

But monitoring alone is obviously very unrealistic.

Just like now, if there are some emergencies and you want to split up your troops to investigate, there will be no room for maneuver.

This kind of thing can't be called candy.

After all, the other party is getting older. To be honest, this kind of monitoring is also very annoying. If no one notices it, the snoring will start!

The factory opposite is still the same as before.

It wasn't until late at night that there was new movement. The side door opened again, and Calvin, the driver and several other people walked out of it, followed by a rumbling forklift.

On the wooden pallet in front of the forklift, boxes of various sizes were piled high.

Under the direction of several people nearby, it slowly drove down the gentle slope.

It was obvious that the contents inside were very important. Several people surrounding the forklift were cautious, and some even looked around in a defensive posture.

"Who bets with me?"

Ethan held up the binoculars and said with a smile: "Just bet ten dollars, I guess there must be pills in it!"

"Um."

Boden nodded slightly: "I think so."

Their eyes fell on Bunker, who scratched his face and asked in confusion: "Do you think I am so stupid? Would I choose another answer?"

Light laughter echoed in the dim car.

The movement quickly stopped, and several people quickly cheered up and began to observe carefully.

"Two more new faces."

Bunker glanced at the few white supremacists surrounding the truck, and then looked into the factory while the side door was open: "Did you notice the change in the light? If I guessed correctly, there should be quite a few people there."

It makes sense that there are so many people.

The solitaire-making workshop is generally the place that solitaire traders attach the most importance to, and it is not too much to put in as many people as possible to protect it.

This is also the reason why they monitor from such a distance. There may be hidden sentries near the factory. People who can do this kind of business are extremely cautious.

Those who are not careful.

They are already dead!

As Ethan and others watched, the forklift drove in and out, transporting it back and forth several times.

There were people from the Aryan Brotherhood who climbed into the car and kept stacking them in the car, neatly stacking large and small cardboard boxes. You didn't need to guess to know that they were hiding inside.

Hide important things tightly.

The disguised goods are placed outside to deal with possible inspections.

After finishing all this, they closed the back door, and another guy got into the passenger seat under Calvin's command.

There is no doubt that this is the one responsible for escorting.

Seeing this, Ethan quickly packed up his things and handed the record sheet to Bunker: "Keep an eye on this place. If there is an emergency, you can call Candy to come over and help."

"Don't be exposed. We are focusing on investigation now."

The other party was about to leave, and he had to follow quickly.

"OK."

Bunker took the record book and said with a little nervousness: "You have to be careful, maybe there is a transaction party over there. Even if you find something, don't do it alone. It's too dangerous."

Boden at the back was more direct.

He pulled out an AKM from the bag he brought and handed it to Ethan calmly.

Looking at the assault rifle, Bunker's eyes twitched.

It seems that I am still a town policeman now. This guy really doesn't avoid me at all. He dares to use such heavy firepower openly and openly.

"Need not."

Ethan pushed the gun back and patted his waist: "I have it on me, you should also pay attention to safety."

Time was urgent, so he said nothing more.

He opened the door and quickly walked towards where the Ford pickup truck was parked. Following the direction that Bunker informed him of leaving, he quickly caught up with the vehicle carrying pills, hanging far behind. (End of chapter)