My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Call the patrol officers for peripheral support."

Hank quickly gave the order: "Ethan, Rusek, get out of the car and investigate."

"Go around the factory and see if there are any sentries outside and other entrances and exits."

Ethan looked at the map clearly, patted Rusek on the shoulder, and opened the car door from the inside.

This was a corner dozens of meters away from the target factory. After getting off the car, he bent down and walked around quickly.

At this time, radar is not very useful.

In such a relatively open place, the detection distance is too short, which is one of its shortcomings.

While searching with his naked eyes, he used the obstacles around him to quickly approach the factory.

These gun dealers are really new people, they don’t even have a sentry.

Too little vigilance.

When I touched the back, there were light spots in the factory on the radar. There were five people in total, including Olinsky.

Ethan took a few steps forward, but suddenly stopped.

This movement startled Rusek and he quickly stopped.

There was an SUV parked not far away, with its taillights on.

Not bad, he actually knew how to arrange an escape route.

In the headset, Olinsky's voice kept ringing, and he was about to make a transaction.

With no time left, Ethan gestured to Rusek, telling him to stop, and he quickly approached along the blind spot of the vehicle.

In the vehicle, the driver was playing with his mobile phone leisurely.

Tumblr's short videos attracted all his attention.

A long gun barrel stretched out from the car window and pressed against his neck, causing goose bumps.

"do not move."

Ethan raised the assault rifle with one hand, took away the driver's cell phone with the other hand, and threw it to the ground.

"Hands up."

He pulled the door handle and said in a cold tone: "Slow down, you don't have to die for selling illegal guns. If you dare to resist, you will definitely die. Don't do anything stupid."

The driver nodded quickly and got out of the car with trembling feet.

Rusek rushed up from behind, quickly knocked him down and locked him up with handcuffs.

"The back door is cleared and in place."

Ethan let go of the walkie-talkie and said to Rusek: "You stay here and take care of people."

When Rusek nodded, he walked to the ajar iron door.

The light spot inside was twenty meters away. He slowly opened the iron door and got in in a flash.

In the factory, Olinsky got out of the car and followed Ganz to a large van.

Next to the vehicle stood three traffickers with rifles in hand.

Everyone was watching him eagerly.

"okay."

Olinsky took the toothpick out of his mouth and said, "Can we just relax a little bit?"

"Four against one, you still have a gun, are you afraid that I will rob you?"

"Where's the money?" Ganz motioned to his accomplice to put down the gun.

"Show me the gun."

Olinsky spread his hands: "Please, do you need me to teach you these rules?"

"clatter."

Ganz snapped his fingers, and one of his accomplices opened the car door. The inside of the car was covered with a waterproof tarpaulin, and there were a lot of bulging bags.

His companion lifted a corner of the tarp to reveal semi-automatic rifles piled together like firewood.

This is simply a grassroots team, and they don’t know how to buy some ammunition boxes and repackage them.

Olinsky shook his head and took out the money:

"Twenty-five thousand here."

"Why not fifty thousand?" Ganz took a step forward and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Please, I'm not stupid enough to bring all the money here alone." Olinsky handed the money to him and put the toothpick back into his mouth:

"I'll check if there's anything wrong. I'll give you your phone number."

"That friend just now will send the remaining money over."

"Okay." Ganz had no choice but to take the half of the money and patted his palms: "You go ahead and check it."

Seeing that most of the deal was completed, Ganz's associates were relieved.

Some people yawned, and some people took out cigarettes from their pockets and lit them. It was noisy and without any discipline.

Picking up a semi-automatic rifle, Olinsky inspected it:

"This is a new gun. It's been well maintained."

Ganz said proudly: "Of course, you don't have to worry about our supply. You can still contact us if you need it in the future."

"call."

Olinsky took a deep breath and exhaled heavily:

"Do you smell this gun oil?"

He winked at Ganz, smiled and said, "It's just like the Christmas morning air."

"Hahaha."

Ganz grinned: "I like your metaphor."

But his smile quickly solidified. As soon as Olinsky finished speaking, he ran to the side like a frightened hare and disappeared behind a pile of factory machines in two or three seconds.

"Chicago police."

There was a loud shout from the front, the small door was opened with a bang, and several people wearing body armor rushed in quickly: "Put down your weapons."

"Tip."

Ganz roared angrily, immediately picked up his gun, chased in the direction where Olinsky disappeared, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang."

His companions also immediately opened fire on the few people who burst in from the front door, and the violent gunfire sounded like fried beans.

Hank and the others quickly dispersed and fired back with their guns.

Under the fierce offensive from Hank and the others, Ganz and others retreated while fighting.

Ethan is behind and has been waiting for a long time.

As soon as the action signal was received, he quickly flashed out from behind a wall pillar.

He immediately saw Michael Ganz chasing in the direction of Olinsky, clasping his index finger back, and a cloud of blood mist instantly rose from Ganz's leg.

"boom."

Another shot was fired. As soon as Ganz fell to the ground, the palm holding the gun exploded into a ball of rotten flesh.

"Farke!"

Ganz screamed and rolled on the ground.

Hearing gunfire from behind, Ganz's accomplices turned their guns in horror.

Before he could fire, bullets came like raindrops.

It was also the position of his hands and feet. He was shot and fell back heavily.

"Drop your weapons."

Ethan yelled at the van and kept pulling the trigger.

"Puff-puff-bang."

There were more than a dozen bullet holes in the car body instantly, and the car windows were smashed.

"We surrender, don't shoot."

Under attack from the front and back, the two gun dealers who hid on the side of the van shouted in terror, and the two semi-automatic rifles also sizzled and slid far aside.

The matter had settled, and Hank's voice called for a ceasefire sounded from the front.

In the entire factory, only the painful shouts of the two injured people could be heard.

"Call the main station."

Hank pressed the intercom and strode forward: "There was a firefight. Two suspects were shot at the scene. Arrange an ambulance."

Erin, Horsted, and Antonio also nervously emerged from the corner.

Their guns were still lowered, for fear that another gunman would appear.

When they saw Ethan standing behind, they all breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and even Horsted cast an admiring look.

A few of them were shooting back and forth just now, which seemed lively, but in fact they didn't hit anyone.

Ethan made a surprise attack from behind and quickly locked the battle.