My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Click."

Rusek snapped his fingers quickly. He wanted to stand up, but then he hissed and sat down:

"I just saw this car appear on the surveillance camera."

After hearing his words, everyone gathered around.

Rusek endured the pain and quickly operated on the computer, and soon he found the relevant surveillance footage.

He tapped on the keyboard to freeze the picture.

"Jesus Fish, brown van." Rusek tapped the screen with his finger: "It's exactly the same as Erin described."

"Wait a moment."

Gene took over the keyboard, and after some operations, the screen zoomed in.

"The Tent of God."

Antonio read out the text on the side of the van, curled his lips and said, "I know this kind of van. It is a food delivery van for a church located at the intersection of 63rd Street and California Avenue."

"This kind of car is used to deliver meals to the helpless elderly people. Now it seems that they have developed a new business."

Hank nodded repeatedly: "Do you know anyone from this church?"

"It can't be said that we know each other." Antonio shrugged and said, "The pastor there is called Mike. He is an old GD. He was in prison a few years ago."

"Now it seems that he didn't think he had enough seats."

GD is a long-established gang in Chicago, and its strength in the South Side is extraordinary.

It has been around for a long time, much older than Ethan, and has 40,000 to 50,000 active gang members.

If Antonio can be called an old GD, he must be someone who adheres to the old-school style.

Gang members like these know one thing, what will happen to anyone who tries to seek help from the police or informs.

Everyone present knew that it was not easy to pry open Pastor Mike’s mouth.

What they hate most is whistleblowers.

Although things are difficult, they can always find ways to solve them. A considerable part of their work is to battle wits and courage with these gang members.

"Gene."

Hank made a quick decision and issued an order: "Find all the photos of the people in this church and let Nadia identify them."

Eileen took a step forward and said simply:

"As long as there is anyone she knows, I will immediately apply for a search warrant."

Church alley, Cadillac.

Ethan looked to the side and saw Atwater nervously checking his body armor.

Olinsky was temporarily unavailable and could not participate in the operation. Rusek was still a little sore, and bringing him with him was just another burden.

Ethan simply ran to the reception desk and asked Atwater from Pratt.

Now it's time to capture, and Atwater's strong frame is an advantage.

I wanted to call Burgess, but she ran to the hospital instead.

Ethan waited for the signal to act and asked curiously: "When you handled the garbage complaint case today, the old woman who owned the house kidnapped a child."

"That's right!"

Atwater nodded quickly: "If it weren't for an accident, we wouldn't have discovered it."

"Who would have thought that a pitiful-looking old woman would actually hide a child in the basement. According to the information we found, the child has been missing for two years."

"Poor kid, who knows what kind of life he has lived in the past two years."

"Fucking world."

Ethan shook his head and said.

When he went downstairs to find help, he heard the patrolmen talking about the two lucky guys, Atwater and Burgess.

After asking around, I found out that such a shocking thing had happened.

"You should know by now." Ethan knocked on the steering wheel: "Nothing in this world is insignificant. Even small things may bring unexpected consequences."

"For you guys, it may be an annoying nuisance case."

"But for that kid, it's his new life."

"I also learned a lot during this process." Thinking of his listless appearance this morning, Atwater's face became hot. He stopped and said solemnly:

"We must take every little thing more seriously in the future."

"I hope you remember."

Ethan raised his arm: "Keep it up, I'm optimistic about you, the intelligence team needs people like you."

"Thanks."

Atwater excitedly fist-bumped Ethan and hit him with a tube of chicken blood, making his blood boil.

"Ready, gather."

The electric noise of the headset sounded, and Hank's words came.

They quickly got out of the car. There was an alley with barren grass next to it. Parked inside the iron fence was a gray van that was exactly the same as the one on the surveillance video.

At the opposite alley, Hank, Irene, and Antonio got out of the car fully armed.

A group of five people met at the iron door in the middle. Antonio put on his goggles and sprayed flames from the welding gun in his hand at the iron lock.

Ethan squatted beside him, raised his gun and looked around.

In a place like this, any black guy might be carrying a gun.

After waiting anxiously for a while, Antonio put away the welding gun, reached out and pushed, and the iron door behind the church quietly opened.

"Be careful."

He took off his goggles and wiped away the sweat: "This is still very hot, don't touch it."

Without his reminder, anyone with any brains would carefully avoid the red iron bars and quickly walk inside.

Go through the path and come to the back door.

In just a month or two, everyone in the intelligence team accepted the reality that Ethan was now the most powerful arrow in their team.

When conducting live operations, he naturally becomes the one giving the orders.

Even Hank was no exception. He leaned against the wall and waited for orders.

Turn on the radar and scan inside.

Ethan raised his palm and waved it down hard.

Atwater immediately swung the door-breaking hammer, and with his strong arm, the hammer hit the door lock with a strong wind.

"boom."

The door opened with a sound.

Ethan rushed inside with the AR15 at a speed that Atwater could not catch up with.

Seeing the layout clearly, he moved inside quickly like an arrow. When he approached a door inside, he jumped up and kicked hard at the door lock.

"Bang."

Sawdust flew everywhere and door locks flew off.

Like a tiger, he rushed into the room with a fishy wind.

"Hold still, Chicago police!"

"Bang bang."

Damn, don't worry! ! !

Hank hurriedly followed. He was afraid that Ethan would suddenly panic everyone inside, and the mastermind behind the scenes hadn't been found yet.

Behind him, Atwater was stunned and forgot to put down the hammer.

It wasn't until the others rushed in that he threw the hammer aside with a clang, picked up the shotgun, spread his legs and followed.

In the chess and card room, five or six old men were chewing cigarettes and playing mahjong.

In front of them, there were stacks of Franklins, bright pistols, pressed against the banknotes.

Lao Hei, wearing a khaki suit and vest, rubbed the cards in his hand excitedly.

The familiar touch let him know it was a whiteboard without even looking.

He yelled murderously: "I'll touch you thirteen."

Just as he was about to slam down the mahjong tiles, there was a muffled sound outside the door, which stopped his movements.

Just as he was about to stand up, the door was violently broken open.

The whiteboard in my hand slipped quietly.

"Hold still, Chicago police."

Ethan saw the lights inside sitting together, so he took a preemptive strike and quickly broke open the door.

Faced with the threat of a gun, some people still want to reach for the pistol on the table.

He quickly pulled the trigger, and the two pistols placed on the table were hit by him. The bullets flew to the side, and the splashing sparks scared the GD boy's outstretched palms and froze on the spot.

"I told you, don't move."

The muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily at the group of people, and Ethan said in a deep voice: "The next shot will not be so accurate, whoever tries it first."

Thanks to the judge of hell brother for the reward, thank you