My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Blood was pouring out from the suspect's wound.

Horsted quickly put on his gloves and put his hands on them: "Come on, we have to put pressure on the wound, otherwise he will bleed to death soon.

"What are you still doing?"

Ethan looked at Rusek: "Get started, now is the time to learn."

"OK."

Rusek hurriedly put on his gloves and pressed them on Horsted's hands.

Ignoring this daredevil, Ethan walked towards the back with his Glock. Apart from his initial impulse, Rusek behaved in a decent manner.

Not many new police officers dare to shoot and retaliate.

Even so, Ethan had to hold his gun first and wait until he calmed down.

The kitchen at the back showed no signs of being used for cooking.

The inside was almost like a utility room, and Erin was rummaging through the cabinets.

There were small cardboard boxes everywhere on the cabinet. Ethan put the Glock back on his waist, put on his gloves and rummaged through it.

"sand."

When moving a cardboard box, it was extremely heavy and there was a clear crashing sound inside.

Ethan quickly opened the carton, which was filled with pointed bullets.

"Eileen."

He picked up the bullet and turned around.

"Cop Killer."

Eileen hurriedly came over, held the bullet in her hand, and said solemnly.

"What's the meaning?"

Ethan picked up another bullet and looked at it carefully.

"These are M995 armor-piercing bullets, Teflon-coated warheads, which can increase penetration." Antonio came over, he grabbed a handful of bullets, frowned and said:

"It penetrates Kevlar. Now you understand why it's called a cop killer?"

Of course Ethan understands that according to the situation Antonio said, most of the body armor worn by police officers now is useless.

Although the other party is not targeting the police, this ammunition can pose a great threat to them.

He and Antonio looked at each other and brought the case to the forefront.

"I found something here."

Erin found a black plastic bag nearby and took out an unsealed small cardboard box.

"insulin."

Antonio took the box and took a look: "What does this mean? The person who shot just now has diabetes?"

“What kind of diabetes requires so much insulin?”

Erin opened the plastic bag and found a large package full of unsealed small cartons.

"Give me."

Ethan took the small cardboard box in Antonio's hand and put the armor-piercing bullet in. It just fit, exactly.

"no doubt."

Hank stood at the door of the kitchen, crossed his arms and said, "This is the transit warehouse for a group of arms smugglers. The man at the door has been confirmed dead."

"That fool must have gotten some information and knew there was good stuff here, so he wanted to take advantage of it."

"I agree with you."

Antonio shook his head and smiled: "Over the past year, there have been many people who are so stupid. If a person comes to rob an arms dealer, he doesn't know if his brain is damaged."

"It's just that now this idiot has ruined everything, and our surveillance mission can no longer be carried out."

"I don't care here, leave it to the patrol police to deal with the aftermath."

Hank stepped forward, picked up a packaging box, and threw it to Erin: "Investigate the source of these insulin packaging boxes and find the delivery driver. These things must have tracking serial numbers on them."

"OK."

Erin took the box, nodded and said.

Hank looked to the other side again, and before he could speak, Antonio shrugged and said:

"I'm going to talk to the informant. Such powerful things are circulating on the black market, so there won't be no information at all."

This time the monitoring mission ended halfway. The only good news was that they already knew what they were facing.

After a brief search, Ethan walked out of the house.

A patrol car had been parked outside and the house was surrounded by police tape.

Some curious residents nearby came to watch, saw the body, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the ambulance going away, Ethan pulled out the Glock:

"Have you calmed down?"

Rusek nodded, and when he took the pistol, his fingers were still trembling slightly.

This still didn't kill him on the spot. If he had been killed, the impact on him would probably have been greater.

"Detective."

Rusek stuffed the pistol back into the holster and pulled Ethan aside: "Can you tell me how you felt after shooting a few days ago?"

"Why do you ask?"

Ethan felt that he was still a little excited, frowned and asked: "How do you feel now?"

"excited."

Rusek looked left and right, swallowed and said, "I'm not scared, I don't feel sick, I just feel a little excited."

This guy is a talent.

If you can find yourself saying this, it seems that you regard yourself as a big brother.

"It's the first time you shoot, it's normal for anything to happen."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "You just need to know that you are doing the right thing."

"Okay, I know."

Rusek nodded and talked to Ethan about what was on his mind, and his mood gradually calmed down.

But no matter how good his mentality is, he is still a newcomer.

After returning to the police station, Rusek also received the same treatment as Ethan before, being forced to take a leave of absence by Hank and seeing a psychiatrist.

This shooting did not have as big an impact as the one at Union Station.

It's probably just a day or two of rest to let him adjust.

"Ethan, come with me."

Not long after he sat down, Hank waved him out.

"Do you still remember the BaZhao case and that kid?" Hank glanced at the Cadillac SUV as it drove forward.

"certainly."

Ethan nodded. That little black guy was quite cooperative. It didn't take long, so of course he remembered.

"He gave us key clues."

Hank said in a deep voice: "This kid wants to get out of the gang life, and I want to help him."

Gangs are not a playground, you can come in and leave whenever you want.

Without the intervention of powerful people and without paying a big price, those who want to leave the gang will only end up dead on the streets.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ethan looked out the window and saw that the neighborhood environment was getting worse: "This is their life, there's nothing we can do to help, right?"

"That child has been staying at my house these past few days."

Hank said in a deep voice: "The last time he went back, he was severely beaten by people in the gang."

"Leif is dead, and those people are taking their anger out on him."

"He is only fourteen or fifteen years old, what can he do?" Ethan curled his lips and said:

"Are you going to die with Leif?"

"That's right."

Hank nodded: "In the eyes of those people, the child's hiding behavior is extremely shameful. He should resist with Leif, even if the outcome is death."

Well, Ethan doesn’t understand this gang mentality.

"I'll talk to his boss. Under normal circumstances, they won't do anything to me."

Hank turned the wheel: "But if someone gets high and goes crazy, I need backup."

"rest assured."

Ethan smiled and patted his waist: "Your support is always full."