My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Several cars drove quickly, and the sound of brakes sounded.

Ethan jumped out of the car and ran to the trunk.

He quickly put on his bulletproof vest and picked up the Remington M870.

Forget it if these people dare not fight back. As long as they dare to resist, let them see the power of trolls.

Pedestrians on the roadside saw this situation and fled away in a hurry.

"Ethan, Erin, Horsted, back door."

Hank quickly issued an order: "The rest of you, follow me."

There is no time to slowly discuss countermeasures, the superiors will shoot and kill at any time.

Ethan spread his legs and ran back along the narrow alley, and the footsteps behind him followed quickly.

Coming to the back of the building, next to the dark alley, is a fire staircase.

Two security guards were leaning against a wall and smoking. When they saw several people wearing bulletproof vests rushing out, their fingers trembled with fear and their cigarettes slipped.

"What floor is the casino on?"

Ethan approached with an evil aura, and the black muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against one of the people's faces.

"Third floor!"

The man said with a trembling voice.

Reaching out to touch them and confiscating the firearm from his waist, Ethan kicked the two Chinese security guards away and quickly moved up the fire stairs.

Arriving on the third floor, looking at the half-opened back door, Ethan slowly opened it with the barrel of his gun.

There are three light spots inside, the distance is normal.

There was the sizzling sound of dishes being poured and the clanking of pots and spoons. This was a kitchen.

"coax!"

As soon as he opened the door, a flame burst out.

This movement startled Erin and Horsted.

The stove roared like a jet engine, flames gushing violently below.

The tawny rice noodles are tossed up and down, with thinly sliced ​​beef dancing in the middle.

The aroma hit him head-on, and Ethan took a deep breath.

Fried beef river!

This wok is so breathtaking.

"Clang~"

The spoon in the chef's hand flew up, and he stared blankly at the three armed uninvited guests.

"Send someone!"

Ethan clicked the police badge on his waist: "Is the gambling hall tied to the border?"

The cook said nothing and pointed tremblingly to a passage.

"No!"

He nodded, passed over the dim sum steamers, and walked quickly to the left.

Pushing open the partition door, you immediately saw Hank squatting opposite and the three people following him.

Next to it was the gambling hall, and shouts rang out.

"Shut up!"

"be honest."

"Don't move if you don't want to die."

Ethan bent down and slowly walked into the casino.

Most of the gamblers here were driven to a corner and squatted down, and were controlled by a black hood with a gun.

At one of the gaming tables, several people were sitting.

There was a lot of cash piled on it, and three other black hoods were standing next to the gaming table, one of whom was asking something.

In their hands, they all held long and short guns.

As Hank waved his arms, the people from the intelligence team quickly approached.

"Chicago police, don't move!"

Ethan roared and rushed out like a cheetah.

One of the black hoods turned around subconsciously, and before he could react, the boots hit him hard with a strong wind.

The huge force directly kicked him away.

"Bang!"

The Black Hood fell hard, smashing the chair into pieces.

Antonio quickly ran behind the black policeman who was controlling the crowd alone, and put the muzzle of his gun on his neck:

"Don't move too much, or you might get into trouble."

Ethan kicked one of the black policemen away, then hit the person next to him with the butt of his gun.

The man fell to the ground with a groan, curled up like a cooked shrimp.

"Come!"

He stepped on the man's back and put the barrel of the gun against his head:

"Give me a reason to shoot, thank you!"

Under Hank's command, Atwater quickly moved forward, held down the man who was kicked by Ethan, and quickly cuffed him up.

The last black policeman was surrounded by four assault rifles and did not dare to move.

"Drop the weapon!" Hank shouted sharply:

"Slow down, I don't want to shoot, don't force me."

"I'm happy to shoot." Ethan put his finger on the trigger and looked up at the last black policeman:

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want."

Atwater licked his lips and looked nervously at the scene in front of him.

"Don't shoot."

The black policeman's chest rose and fell, and he slowly lowered his gun.

Others quickly stepped forward, handcuffed all the black police officers, and then quickly disarmed them.

Ethan let go of his foot, this matter is not over yet.

Making these people confess is only the first step. Next, we have to find an opportunity to sink them all into Lake Michigan.

The situation was under control, leaving Olinsky and Atwater watching the scene.

The remaining people escorted a few black police officers downstairs.

Under Hank's instructions, they left these people with the last trace of dignity.

The hoods were well worn and had not been taken off.

Still, Hank easily recognizes his old partner.

As soon as he turned the corner, he pushed Jimmy Shi hard against the wall, his eyes full of disappointment:

"Why?"

Ethan and the others ignored Hank and continued to escort the people down.

The partner plays a very important role in the American police force. When performing tasks, they share life and death.

Let him say a few words and it won't hinder anything.

Jimi had been controlled just now and didn't see Hank and Olinsky at all.

Until now, he didn't know who his captor was.

"Hank."

Jimi growled angrily: "Waterfa, what are you doing here?"

"You're under arrest."

Hank said bitterly: "You are suspected of robbery and murder!"

"Are you crazy."

He punched the wall next to him hard: "For money, I understand, but why did you kill that child?"

"Robbery, kid?"

Zhan Mi blinked his eyes, and then burst into anger: "Are you talking about the case this morning?"

"What the hell does that have to do with me?"

"This was a capture operation that had been going on for six months, targeting a triad leader."

"Yeah?"

Hank took two steps closer and stared into his eyes: "What is this? Do you need to wear a hood to arrest?"

After tugging on his hood a few times, Hank excitedly tugged on his clothes:

"Where's the police badge? Where's the logo?"

"I have stayed in this place for eleven years." Zhan Mi gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone recognizes my face."

"This method can effectively extract clues."

Zhan Mi moved forward and pressed Hank's forehead, and said coldly: "It's not like you haven't used this method before."

"If you have any questions now, let's talk about it when we get back."

"You bastard, I don't want to talk to you in handcuffs."

Zhan Mi's confident look calmed Hank down. After all, he was an old partner. Could it be that he had made a mistake.

He hesitated, then pulled Zhan Mi downstairs.

Precinct 21, garage.

The patrol police arrived at the scene quickly, and all members of the intelligence team returned to the team and pulled the four people back to the police station.

At Hank's request, their handcuffs were all removed.

Having already disarmed them, Ethan didn't care at this time.

He put his palm on the handle of the gun and stared at the people in front of him.

The people from the intelligence team and the people from Zhanmi stood separately, clearly distinguishable.

They took off their hoods themselves, their faces angry.

The two people who had been kicked by Ethan and pushed by the butt of a gun squatted on the ground with painful expressions on their faces.

"What the hell are you doing, Boyt?"

Zhan Mi walked up to Hank angrily: "Why didn't I know when did you join the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

"The intelligence unit is investigating a robbery-murder case."

Hank stepped forward and said unceremoniously:

"You also know about this case. You guys are exactly the same as the people captured in the surveillance video. What else can you say?"

Jimi yelled angrily: "I'm not a criminal police officer!"

Hank clenched his cheeks and said, "Jimmy."

"We used to be partners!"

Zhan Mi interrupted him and shouted: "Does the word partner mean something to you?"

"Have I ever doubted you, never."

"Erwin."

Jimi stared hard to the side again, looked at Olinsky and said loudly: "I never doubted you at all."

Orlinsky's eyes dodge, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

"After what we've been through together, you two bastards doubt me like that."

Jamie stared at Hank again and said excitedly: "Even if those people came to ask me about Brownie, I didn't say anything."

"I'm a man of my word."

"You actually think I would kill a child for money?"

This aggressive look left Hank speechless and his face turned blue and white.

Zhan Mi's men also looked angry.

Seeing them like this, the people in the intelligence team all looked solemn. Could it be that they really arrested the wrong person.

No matter what, the evidence now points to a few of them.

This evil man will do it himself, and Ethan takes a step forward, intending to take them into custody and interrogate them separately.

"guys!"

At this time, Gene hurriedly walked out of the technical room:

"I just received a notification from the liaison desk that a patrol officer reported a robbery case."

"The place where he was robbed was the karaoke club that Jimi went to before."

"Based on the current reports, the suspects are four men armed with rifles and wearing black hoods."

Gene raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at Jimi:

"The way you dress is no different from them!"

His words stopped, and the whole garage was silent.

An extremely embarrassing atmosphere quickly spread.

Facing the gazes of Zhan Mi and the others, Ethan silently put his hand down from the handle of the gun, eager to dig out a crack and get in.

Thanks to the colorful bat brother for the reward and support, thank you