My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The door is open.

Carter looked sideways, and then followed the other party inside with firm steps.

Boots squeaked on the wooden floor.

"Your Honor."

The policewoman raised her arms and said in a deep voice: "We have never been so close to the core of the HR organization. Now we have almost the same evidence. As long as we get the arrest warrant signed by you, we can completely take down this organization. "

"I think this is what you want."

"certainly."

The white man walking in front raised the corners of his mouth with a strange smile on his face.

The two of them walked quickly.

After turning a corner, we came to the dining room behind the house.

"Farke."

The two footsteps stopped at the same time. Carter cursed and looked at the judge who turned around angrily: "If I remember correctly, you should represent the law and justice."

The dining table was moved aside.

In the middle of Nuoda's restaurant, there is a large plastic sheet.

As a senior police detective, Carter certainly knew what this meant. If no accident occurred, he would be wrapped in this plastic sheet and buried in a place where no one could find him.

Her angry eyes glanced around the restaurant.

Apart from herself and the judge, there were six people scattered in various corners of the restaurant.

The black muzzles of the guns were pointed at him steadily.

The long-standing target, Alonzo Quinn, the head of the HR organization, was sitting at the small round table next to the restaurant. He was shaking a glass of red wine in his hand and looked quite contented.

Simmons and a brunette stood behind Quinn.

Except for the woman.

There was another smartly dressed blond woman in the room. Carter glanced at the two expressionless women and then quickly moved away.

"hehe."

Facing Carter's angry questioning, the silver-haired judge smiled but said: "Unfortunately, I only represent myself."

"Joss Carter."

Quinn took a sip of red wine. He put the glass down and Shi Shiran stood up: "I heard you were looking for me. In order to save everyone some time, I just came over to find you. I hope you like this surprise."

This gray-haired old man was wearing a black suit.

He speaks in a leisurely manner, with a domineering air of having everything under control.

"search."

Simons pursed his lips and issued an order.

The brown-haired woman standing next to him immediately stepped forward and quickly searched Carter, who raised her hands and looked gloomy. She took out the mobile phone from her pocket and crushed it with her foot with a click.

The Glock was also removed from the holster.

However, the brown-haired woman's fingers stuck into the hem of her jacket and quickly poked Carter's waist.

The eyes of the two people also collided like lightning.

Instantly separate.

"Alonzo Quinn."

Carter looked at his ethnic group and gritted his teeth: "Now it seems that I underestimated your influence."

"Hahaha."

The gray-haired Lao Hei put one hand in his pocket and chuckled: "Politicians come and go, but people like me will only stay standing. Why can't you understand this?"

"I gave you a chance, many chances."

"Why don't you catch it?"

As Quinn spoke, the brown-haired woman, Cruz, pushed Carter and pushed her into the plastic sheet.

"Click."

The tough female police officer pulled the sleeve to load the gun and returned to the previous position with an expressionless face.

and pointed the gun at Carter.

"Cut out the bullshit."

The black policewoman clenched her hands into fists and looked at Quinn angrily: "If you are still a man, at least pull the trigger yourself and kill me instead of asking others to do it like you did with your godson."

"Please, I don't want to do that either."

Quinn shook his head and sighed: "But sometimes for the sake of the overall situation, some sacrifices are inevitable."

At this point, his dark face showed a trace of anger: "My only mistake was not killing you and Karl together, so that you, Bichi, caused me so much trouble."

"If I guess correctly."

Lao Hei scratched his beard hard, and a stern look flashed in his eyes: "You stole that batch of goods, right!!!"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

A smile broke out on Carter's face, his teeth were flawless: "But I should have realized a long time ago that if I want to catch a despicable person like you, I should use all means, any means!"

"Guys, did you hear what I just said?"

Hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions.

They quickly pressed against the wall, gripped the guns in their hands, and looked around cautiously.

The whole house was silent.

Nothing happened.

"Papa~"

Unhurried applause broke out.

"Are you scaring me?"

Quinn looked at the policewoman contemptuously and clapped her hands gently: "Detective Carter, if this is your last bad joke, I can only say it is very wonderful. Now you can leave with a smile."

Just as he was about to signal his men to shoot, his palms froze in mid-air and his eyes became dull.

A voice sounded quietly on his body.

"My only mistake was not killing you and Karl together."

That's my own voice.

However, he obviously didn't speak.

And this sound came from the pocket inside the clothes.

"My only mistake."

"I just didn't kill you and Karl together."

"So much so that you, Bichi, have caused me so much trouble."

Quinn's voice continued.

What is extremely strange is that this movement keeps coming from all directions.

Listening to the noise coming from the body, everyone present took out their mobile phones in panic. The words Quinn just said were repeated on the phone. After the landline next to him beeped, he also repeated the words. Long words.

Quinn raised his hands, trembling slightly, and looked at Carter in horror.

This is a personal admission that he committed murder, and it was recorded by the other party using unknown means.

"Kill her."

"careful."

Two loud shouts sounded at the same time.

Simmons noticed someone approaching quickly outside, and while roaring, he hid in the kitchen next to him as fast as lightning.

Even though Quinn wanted to run away with the other guy.

But he could only remain motionless at this time. His scalp felt numb and his hands and feet quickly became cold.

Even colder than that.

It was the muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of his head.

The moment the sound rang out, Cruz quickly turned the gun around, and an old black man popped out out of nowhere and said he was his immediate boss, making her jump without any guilt.

According to the original plan.

No matter what happened, she needed to get Quinn under control as soon as possible.

"Bang~"

The outsiders took the lead.

The whizzing bullets shattered the back door next to the restaurant.

A man in a black suit standing in the corner had his knees exploded into two clouds of blood mist. The screams just started, and then he was hit by a gunshot from the opposite direction. A bloody hole instantly appeared on his face.

"Carter!"

Cruz grabbed Quinn by the collar and led him back towards the corner: "Come here!!!" (End of Chapter)