My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

You can feel his excitement from a distance.

"You don't understand. Until now, I feel very unreal several times a day."

The Chinese man smiled so much that his teeth were full of white teeth: "You understand what I mean, right?"

"Every once in a while, I feel it, how should I put it?"

"Hey~ I'm in America!"

"Hahaha!"

After a burst of extremely happy laughter, he raised the food in his hand and took a big bite.

This guy had a happy smile on his face and continued to smile:

“The donuts are delicious!”

While filming and walking, he accidentally bumped into Ethan.

"Paji."

The donut fell to the ground and was crushed by Ethan's foot.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

Ethan stretched out his hand to steady the man, who was in a strange mental state, and asked with concern.

"OK, OK."

The man smiled and waved his hands to express that he was fine.

Seeing the trampled donut, Ethan reached into his pocket, took out twenty dollars and patted him: "Let's buy some more food."

This man is so pitiful. He has probably never eaten anything good in his life.

The sweet donuts can make you feel happy.

Such people are rare.

He waved his hand and continued walking forward.

The man in the stars-and-stripes hat looked at the twenty dollars in his hand, his eyes flashing with excitement.

He sat down directly on the bench beside him and raised his phone again: "Friends, let me tell you, the quality of these Americans is very high."

"Look, it's the tall, handsome guy in front."

"I hit him, and not only did he apologize, he gave me twenty dollars."

"That's twenty dollars!"

"Just tell me, what kind of quality is this!"

Ethan staggered, wondering if this man was mentally ill.

He shook his head, looked at the sign, and walked up the narrow stairs.

Go to the second floor and open the glass door.

As soon as you enter, you will see the front desk on your left, and a row of windows on your right, which provides good lighting.

Take two steps inside and you will see the overall view of the small casino.

In a space of 60 to 70 square meters, there are more than a dozen gambling tables. Although the mahjong is small, it has all the internal organs and various ways to play.

There was no one in this small casino.

Under Zhan Mi's arrangement, all gamblers and staff have evacuated.

Ethan quickly walked to the window and looked down.

Several other people followed one after another.

The donut guy was sitting on the bench below, shaking his head at his cell phone.

He turned around and found a gaming table to sit down.

It is diagonally opposite the entrance, and there are two pillars next to it. It is the best position inside.

Put the bag down and open the zipper.

The Remington M870 shotgun appeared in front of him. He took out the gun and placed it in the most convenient position.

Lighting a cigarette, footsteps started to sound one after another.

Antonio, Orlinsky, and Atwater came up one after another and sat next to him.

The casino was quiet and tense.

Atwater had never experienced such a frontal fight scene before. He nervously wiped the sweat from his hands and

He looked at Ethan with admiration. Among the four people present, he was the only one smoking a cigarette leisurely and looking calm.

"It's so quiet."

Ethan got up and walked to the front desk, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

He grabbed the playing cards next to him and returned to the gaming table:

"Relax, the plan hasn't started yet. As long as those people show up, the people watching below will notify us."

"Blackjack, I'm the banker, and the bottom bet is five yuan."

Antonio and Orlinsky looked at each other with smiles on their lips.

"Licensing."

Olinsky took out a handful of change and placed it on the table.

Seeing this situation, Atwater looked at a loss.

"Are you coming?"

Ethan clamped a playing card and hung it in mid-air.

"Come!"

Atwater rubbed his hands and nodded heavily.

While everyone was playing cards, an electrical noise came from the intercom placed in the middle.

Several people looked at each other, and the plan began.

Rick's voice sounded: "Boss, what's going on over there?"

Zhan Mi replied: "I saw a few people from Huaqing."

"Are you sure?" Rick continued, "Will that be their new casino?"

"I think it should be." Zhan Mi's voice became solemn:

"There are a lot of people up there. We have arrested a few people from Huaqing. They are responsible for counting."

"It seems that the scale is not small. We have made large seizures in the past few times. I think there is no less than 200,000 here."

The drama came, and Rick asked: "Where is the address?"

"50 West 23rd Street, diagonally opposite the school." Zhan Mi replied in a deep voice.

Rick responded according to his usual habit: "Should we take action?"

"Come here quickly." Zhan Mi's voice continued: "As soon as you arrive, take action immediately."

"knew."

The intercom went silent as Rick responded.

This is the walkie-talkie they got from Zhan Mi so that they can follow the situation throughout the process.

Ethan's expression remained unchanged and he continued to deal the cards.

"Olinsky, it's your turn."

After a while, Hank's voice sounded on the intelligence team's radio.

After looking at the cards in front of him, Olinsky reluctantly folded them up.

He picked up his walkie-talkie, tuned it to the public frequency, and shouted excitedly: "Emergency support is needed, a gunfight broke out."

"The address is 2200 South Dearborn. Officers called for backup. There were multiple gunmen at the scene."

The police public channel has communicated with Pratt in advance and she will make arrangements.

"There is an emergency call for help. The distance is not far. Stop the mission." Soon, Zhan Mi's voice sounded from the intercom on the table:

"Repeat, mission terminated."

"Everyone go to this address to provide support!"

The intercom went completely silent, and it was up to the fish to see if they would take the bait.

After Ethan dealt himself two cards, he reluctantly threw away the poker.

Atwater smiled and hugged a pile of small bills on the table. Hearing the sound of the stairs, Ethan quickly reminded them to sit down.

Soon, Jamie and Rick pushed open the glass door and came in.

Everyone nodded to each other, and the latter took off his coat and picked up the gun placed in the bag next to him.

It was enough for Hank and the three of them to control the stairs below.

"A suspected target appears."

Just two minutes later, Erin's voice sounded: "A black SUV."

She squinted her eyes and looked at the vehicle coming from the opposite direction.

As the distance got closer, it was clear that the person inside was putting a black hood on his head.

"Confirm target."

Erin said hurriedly: "They are preparing for action."

"Listen, don't worry!"

As soon as she pulled out her pistol, Hank's voice continued to ring in the headset: "We have to make them take action before they can be convicted."

"Don't panic, let them do it."

Erin had no choice but to hold on to the door lock, ready to rush out at any time.

Horsted, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also hugged the AR-15 and stared sharply at the slowly stopping vehicle.

Soon, the gangsters quickly got out of the car.

Carrying rifles and making fighting stances, they ran up the narrow stairs.

"go!"

Seeing several people disappearing around the corner, Hank ordered.

Eileen and Horsted immediately opened the car door and strode across the street.

Next to him, Hank also got out of the Cadillac.

Walking to the sidewalk opposite, Erin looked upstairs nervously.

"Bang bang!"

Two loud noises came from above, the glass shattered, and two extremely intense lights flashed out.

Erin happened to see it and was hit hard in the eyes by the light.

Her whole body shook, and her eyes hurt.

"Farke!"

Hank and Orlinsky were startled and rushed upstairs quickly.