My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Next to the apartment building.

As soon as the three cars stopped, the doors opened one after another, and six people quickly got out, including men and women, all of whom behaved very sharply.

The police badges hanging on their waists flashed with light.

Several people gathered together to discuss for a few words and then dispersed. Some people pulled out their Glocks, while others pulled out the shotgun stuck in the middle of the driver's seat, and then rushed into the apartment building under the command of a white man.

"Hmph~"

Phillips grabbed the telescope and sneered: "Do you believe it?"

"These people must be elite members of the NYPD, not just donut-eating losers."

"Um."

Ethan groaned and looked forward with squinted eyes.

The more this kind of organization is, the more selective it is. People without ability are unlikely to be recruited.

Say something ugly.

If you want to be used by others, you must first have value that can be used.

The kind of New York police officer who is out of breath when walking and has a big belly, even if he were the head of HR, he would not recruit him. Otherwise, he would not be able to get things done, but would become a burden.

After speaking, Phillips twisted his body unnaturally and glanced at the rearview mirror.

The woman sitting in the back held a telescope and remained motionless.

His expression seemed quite focused.

The other party exuded an iceberg-like aura, and this feeling reminded him of the previous scenes when he was dealing with those hammers from the CIA.

He shook his head and raised the binoculars again.

Just a few minutes passed quickly. The gang of police officers who had just gone upstairs quickly marched out of the apartment building with a large group of Eastern European men, yelling and cursing, and stuffed the five or six people into the back seat of the police car.

There weren't any shots fired or any commotion.

It's like going through a formality.

"Waterfa?"

Although he had psychological expectations and knew that HR would definitely win, he did not expect that those Eastern European sole traders would be so vulnerable. Ethan was almost shocked: "Are these people all trash?"

"At least fire a couple of shots to resist."

"It's normal."

Phillips smiled and put down the telescope and put his hand on the gear lever: "With the support of the New York Police Department's intelligence support capabilities, what kind of resistance do you expect those monopolies to do?"

"And it's what you said."

Seeing the three cars start, he quickly put into gear: "These two groups had a cooperative relationship before, so as long as the HR leader is not a fool, he will find a way to control the situation of those guys."

"Then don't be surprised what happened."

"There was no patrol support."

Slowly stepping on the accelerator, Phillips looked around and found no blue light. Then he sneered: "It seems that your information is correct. These New York police are indeed acting privately."

According to the normal process, there must be some peripheral support.

Don’t say anything else.

After the sole dealer is under control, follow-up personnel must come to take over and conduct a thorough search of those areas to find subsequent criminal evidence and various seizures.

Instead of just putting people into the car and leaving like now.

And with the help of binoculars just now, he noticed that the New York police officers had some more firearms on them that they had not carried before.

All these are illegal operations.

Although he believed that Ethan would not lie to him, now that he was sure that they were a gang of criminal police officers, he felt much more at ease. While turning the steering wheel, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and told the distant operations team the approximate location of his location.

His message was received.

Several vans a few blocks away started to move around, with Sababan as the center point, and they kept wandering around.

The car was silent.

The heavily armed FBI commando team sat together densely.

These people were armed with assault rifles and bulletproof shields. Their bodies swayed slightly with the vehicle, and their helmets collided with each other from time to time, making a muffled sound.

dark night.

Three figures quickly passed through the grass and ran towards the place where the lights were on.

Not far away is an abandoned factory.

The factory building, which is dozens of meters high, lies in the darkness like a prehistoric beast.

"Huh~"

The sound of violent breathing sounded next to him. Ethan, who was wearing a hood, squinted his eyes and smiled secretly in his heart: "Mr. Phillips, do you need me to carry you up?"

"Fake...you!"

His suit jacket billowed in the wind, and Phillips breathlessly raised his middle finger in response.

Looking at the two people walking quickly, he gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

By the time they ran up the slope, both Ethan and Xiao had already looked ahead intently and saw cars coming from the other direction a hundred meters away, stopping one after another in an open space.

The sound of closing doors kept ringing.

The Eastern European men who were tied up with zip ties were pushed to the side one by one, and the police officers kicked and kicked them to make them kneel in a row.

These people all had wounds on their bodies.

He was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Several people were directly lifted down and thrown to the ground, raising a circle of smoke and dust.

Seeing this, Ethan raised his eyebrows very much.

This is normal~

If there is not a single person who resists, then this so-called Eastern European monopoly gang is a bit too useless.

As the last approaching car stopped, more than twenty New York City law enforcement officers stood clearly next to the abandoned factory, holding various weapons in their hands.

The expression was uneasy.

And with a little excitement.

On the other side, there are nearly thirty Eastern European traders.

The dogs that usually passed by would be eager to slap the guy a few times, but now they were kneeling on the ground and trembling. Many people were crying and begging for mercy could be heard in the distance.

It seems that these guys also know what will happen next.

Execution!

For HR, it is nothing more than changing partners.

it's not a big deal.

Taking the telescope from Xiao, Ethan quickly searched around and found no trace of Cruz among the people holding guns. He kept tapping his pockets to see if the other party would call him.

If such an important thing is concealed, let alone five hundred thousand.

A 9mm bullet costs fifty cents a round, so I can give her a few rounds, which doesn't bother her at all.

"Call your people over here!"

Putting down the telescope, Ethan patted Phillips on the shoulder: "A little later at night, they will have no choice but to come and collect the bodies."

No need to remind, the special agent has already pressed the intercom.

Urgent words jumped out of his mouth quickly.

"Click."

The sound of pulling the bolt of the gun kept ringing in front. The HR man looked gloomy and stood in a row with the gun in his hand, waiting for the leader's order.

"This could all have been avoided."

A man in a suit weighed the submachine gun in his hand, walked up to the short-cut Eastern European man with a sneer, and put the muzzle of the gun on the man's forehead: "Actually, we have been working together very happily."

"But unfortunately, your boss wants to kill my boss!"

"idiot."

His finger was on the trigger, and his eyes flashed sharply: "You will never know what you are facing."

"Puff puff~"

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a panicking sound came from the night sky.

The man in the suit squinted his eyes and raised his head. A beam of light from the sky was moving at an alarming speed, pointing directly at his location. (End of chapter)