My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Half an hour later, two SUVs stopped on the side of the road.

Ethan lit a cigarette and pushed open the car door. He tightened his jacket and walked to the Cadillac:

"Do you know anyone in Collins' family?"

"I know more or less all the people on the road."

Hank took the cigarette and looked towards the tavern not far away:

"I always felt that this last name was very familiar. I only remembered it after looking at the photo in the wallet."

"Gavin Collins."

"Italian, runs a criminal gang. Its main business scope is theft and selling stolen goods."

"mafia?"

Ethan puffed out a puff of smoke and squinted at the old-school-looking classic American tavern in the distance.

"That's all in the past."

Hank got out of the car and walked forward: "But he is still a person even if he is not big or small."

"This pub belongs to him, and most of the customers inside are from their gang, or gang members. Gavin often spends time here."

Ethan nodded, this place is similar to Molly's Bar.

The main reason is that it is more comfortable for everyone to sit together when facing their own consumption.

Just like the Blue Bar, people in the 21st Precinct like to go to Morley, not only to support their own people, but also to feel safe.

No one wants to have a good time drinking while being surrounded by several tables of gangsters.

Life is already exciting enough, there is no need to look for excitement when you are relaxing.

"If anyone is most likely to know the whereabouts of Sean Collins now, it's him." Hank stepped on the snow and continued:

"Now those people are so anxiously followed by us, not just anyone dares to help."

"But that's his family, are you sure he will say that?" Ethan flicked off the cigarette butt:

"How's your relationship with him?"

The meaning of this statement is obvious. Depending on the degree of the relationship, the intensity of action will be decided later.

Hank naturally understood and spread his hands:

"Played cards once or twice."

He stopped and said to Ethan: "My code of conduct is this. This world is a world where black and white coexist, and there are gray areas in the middle."

"I just want to maintain the tranquility of Chicago and the stability of ordinary people."

"I'll hit whoever jumps among them!"

"I understand, then I know what to do." The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

"Dang."

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the tin can above was knocked with a muffled sound.

There were five or six people sitting scattered inside. The bartender put his hands on the bar and looked at the two people who came in.

Both men were wearing a jacket with their police badges exposed on their belts.

As the hem of the clothes swayed, the gun holster was looming.

"Be careful later."

Hank whispered to Ethan and walked straight inside.

There is a billiards table at the end. A white man with gray hair and bags under his eyes is playing billiards with a tall, bald man.

Ethan looked around quickly and didn't see any surveillance cameras.

Facing the wary looks, he followed Hank's pace.

"Gavin Collins."

Hank smiled slightly and walked over to the pool table.

"Boyt!" The gray-haired Gavin glanced at him and wiped the tip of the billiard cue unhurriedly:

"Sorry, I don't have time to entertain you now, I'm busy."

"I don't think you're busy!"

Hank grabbed a wad of money placed on the edge of the pool table and threw it to the bald man:

"Congratulations, you won, get out!"

Money was flying in the air, and the bald man looked at Gavin with a confused look on his face.

Ethan strolled over to the pole stand. After some selection, he picked up a billiard cue that was just the right thickness and felt it in his hand. The weight was just right.

Facing their actions, Gavin asked expressionlessly:

"I had two nephews this morning, and now I only have one."

"Can you tell me why?"

Hank leaned back against the bar and crossed his arms: "Your nephew had some little girls swallow the cocoa powder and bring it here from Mexico."

He added coldly: "Brandon played a game of high-speed chase with us."

"Generally people who do this are digging their own graves."

"So, I don't think there's anything to be sorry for."

"Sorry." Gavin Collins slid the pool cue in his hand:

"I have nothing to say to you now. After this round, I have to visit the heartbroken sister."

"So if you don't mind, please take the quarterback behind and get out of my territory."

"Hey!"

Ethan stepped forward and put his billiard cue on the ground: "Do you mind if the two of us play a round?"

"just you?"

Gavin looked at him disdainfully: "What's your income? What's my income? Do you have the qualifications?"

Hank didn't know what Ethan was going to do, so he also picked up a club.

"A thousand dollars a round."

Ethan took out a roll of money from his pocket and placed it gently on the edge of the table: "Just play the remaining round, are you interested?"

The table situation is dominated by the small ball.

Gavin has two balls left and can finish with a black eight.

He leaned down and put the club on his fingers: "Hank, your men want to give me money. I have no reason to refuse."

"Hahaha."

"This guy's brain is broken."

"Collins has been immersed in this game for decades, and this piece of information is lost."

Several people drinking nearby laughed at him.

Gavin pressed his palm firmly on the table, the fulcrum was firm, and the club slid gently.

"boom."

The head of the rod thrust out with great force.

Steady, accurate and ruthless!

The skin was punctured and the bones of the hands were pierced.

Gavin's palm was broken by the cue, and it was stabbed into the pool table.

"ah!!!"

Only then did he react and let out a scream.

Ethan firmly grasped the trembling club, quickly lifted the corner of his clothes with his other hand, and drew out the python revolver like lightning:

"Don't even move!"

The few people who were still laughing just now fell silent.

The bartender was pointed with a pistol and obediently took his hands back under the bar.

The moment Ethan took action, Hank also turned over the pool cue in his hand and stabbed the bald man in the stomach hard.

"Shet!!!"

The bald man was hit hard, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

His feet softened and he knelt on the ground.

"Bang." Hank punched him in the head.

With a bang, a Colt M1911 fell from the bald man's arms and fell to the ground next to him.

"Fake!!!"

Hank quickly stretched out his foot and stepped on the pistol:

"You bastards, how dare you attack the police!"

He cursed and punched the bald man again.

Gavin was quite stubborn. After the scream just now, he gritted his teeth.

He was lying on the pool table, trying to pull the cue out of his hands.

"Tell me, where is your nephew?" Ethan grabbed the club's hand, pushed it to the side, and let go.

"Buzz."

The billiard cue shook rapidly, drawing out some blood foam.

"Fakeyu, I'm going to kill you!" Gavin was in so much pain that he stared at Ethan and roared.

"No no no."

Hank reached into his pocket and picked up the M1911 that fell on the ground.

He walked aside and thrust the pistol directly into Gavin's mouth: "Those girls will definitely not survive tonight in the hands of your nephew."

"He must be hiding somewhere, and I bet you know this place."

He pushed Colt's hammer back through his clothes: "Give you three seconds to tell us the address."

"Otherwise, I will kill you."

"one"

"two"