My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing the flashing blue light in the distance, the Cadillac slowed down and stopped next to the police car.

The patrolman on the side walked over quickly and wanted to let him leave.

Ethan flashed his police lights to identify himself.

Seeing that everyone inside was wearing body armor, he also went around to the back of the car and took out the body armor from the trunk.

Cross the warning tape and walk to the command vehicle.

Hank also came to the scene and was looking at the house next to him.

"This house is registered in the name of Dean Masters." A patrol captain introduced the situation: "The neighbor heard a woman screaming inside."

"Our people came here and knocked on the door to ask. The people inside said they had guns in their hands and told us to get away."

Ethan stopped pulling on the bulletproof vest and looked at Irene in confusion:

"That doesn't sound like it has anything to do with us."

This is not to shirk work. This is a metropolis with a population of several million. If the intelligence team took over all the work, they would be busy working twenty-four hours a day.

"Masters is not an ordinary person. There is a note in the system. If a case related to him occurs, we will be notified."

Hank took the words and continued:

"This man is an art criminal. The Art Institute was stolen last year. He is a major suspect, but we failed to catch him."

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream came from inside the house, startling them.

"Let's go."

Ethan took the breaking hammer from Irene: "Let's see what our Mr. Art Prisoner wants to do."

Except for Horsted, who was recovering, everyone else rushed to the scene.

"Bang bang bang."

Hank slapped the door hard several times: "Masters, this is Sheriff Boyt, open the door, let us solve the matter, there is no need to hurt anyone."

"No."

A roar came from inside: "You stay away, or I will kill this Bichi."

Several people looked at each other, and Hank waved decisively.

Ethan grasped the two handles of the breaking hammer and raised his arms high.

"Boom."

The door-breaking hammer landed heavily on the door lock, and the door burst open.

"Hey, don't move." The people behind rushed in quickly, and warning sounds sounded one after another:

"Put down the weapon."

Ethan threw the door-breaking hammer aside, pulled out the python and strode in.

In the spacious living room, a white man wearing a black sweater held an Asian woman wearing only black underwear hostage.

On the table in front of them, a huge glass bowl held a small half bowl of flour.

Next to the flour bowl, there are some smoking tools.

"Stay away from me, I said, if you come closer I will kill her." The man in the black sweater excitedly strangled the Asian woman's neck and pointed the gun at her neck.

"No, please, please save me quickly."

The Asian woman with short black hair shook her head wildly, tears covering her face: "Please, I don't want to die."

"Masters, put the gun down."

Seeing the tension between the two sides and the excitement, Irene quickly stood up and said: "Put down your gun first, we are here to help you."

Masters did not listen to her at all, and roared at the held Asian woman:

"You framed me, you wanted to kill me, right?"

"I just want to have fun, why are you doing this."

After speaking, he grabbed the Asian woman's hair, pushed her into the flour bowl, and crushed her hard: "You damn bitch."

"boom."

Gunfire suddenly rang out.

Masters' head exploded instantly, splattering blood and staining the ceiling red.

The chaotic scene came to a halt for an instant. Two seconds later, the piercing screams continued to sound. The Asian woman pushed the body behind her aside and quickly hid in a corner.

"Hey, why did you shoot."

Eileen came over dissatisfied: "We didn't get any information, I'm confident to convince him."

"No, I've already convinced him."

Ethan fiercely stuffed the python revolver back into the holster: "Look at the table. How much flour has he sucked? What can you find out?"

"This man is completely insane. Do you want to exchange that woman's life for information?"

Erin was speechless, she spread her hands helplessly:

"What if you get hurt accidentally?"

"Just think that I can hit every shot within a dozen meters."

Ethan waved his hand, interrupting the conversation.

The danger on the scene was relieved, and the patrol police outside also came in and started searching the entire house.

Ethan took out a few tissues from the side and walked to the Asian woman.

Her body was still shaking, her nose was broken, and her face was caked with flour and blood.

"Chinese?"

Ethan knelt down and looked at her with a smile.

The woman nodded quickly, the fear in her eyes still not gone.

"Just wipe it."

Ethan reached out his hand and wiped the flour and blood off her face.

On the other side, the patrol captain just now walked up to Hank, and he said to Isennu: "Did he fire the gun?"

"That's right."

Hank said solemnly: "He just did what he had to do."

The patrol captain asked curiously: "He was the one who killed the silencer half a month ago, right?"

"how do you know?"

Hank has been in the Chicago Police Department for decades, and he knows everyone with some qualifications, and the patrol captain in front of him is no exception.

“Not many people wear Python revolvers.”

The tall and fat patrol captain patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, you found a powerful guy."

Ethan briefly chatted with the Chinese man and found that she kept looking at the body lying aside, so he took her to the sofa on the other side.

Erin threw the coat she found to him: "Sorry, I shouldn't have questioned you just now."

"fine."

It was just a small incident, and he didn't take it to heart.

Ethan took the coat and helped the Asian woman wrap it up.

"Can you tell me what happened now?" Ethan squatted down and smiled at her: "You are safe now, don't be afraid."

The Chinese woman said in shock: "I don't know either."

"He snorted some flour and kept yelling that the guys were coming for him and that he was going to be cleaned out."

"At the same time, he took out a pistol from his body and kept waving it around, saying he was not afraid of anyone."

"I felt scared and wanted to leave quietly."

"You all know what happened next."

"Detective."

Footsteps sounded from behind, and two medical staff came over: "We need to get her to the hospital for a physical check first."

"OK."

Ethan said to the Chinese woman: "You have a good night's rest. I need you to come to the police station tomorrow and make a statement."

With her current mental state, she couldn't ask anything useful.

The Chinese woman nodded, wrapped her coat tightly, and followed the medical staff out of the house.

Ethan stood up and looked at the few sentences in the notebook.

"What did she confess?" Hank and Antonio walked over together.

"It seems that our Mr. Art Prisoner is in trouble." He tapped the notebook and made a simple judgment:

"No matter what kind of trouble it is, it should be able to kill him."

"That's right."

Antonio turned around and looked at half a pound of flour on the table:

"These things should be the last party he threw for himself."