My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

With the careful operation of Hank and the others, they finally walked out with a few people inside.

You have to be careful, it's especially dangerous now.

After all, those people were knocked unconscious by the explosion and could not see anything. In panic, it was not ruled out that someone would shoot them randomly with a gun.

In terms of experience, Olinsky has the most experience, but in terms of physical fitness, he is not as good as the others.

With Horsted's support, he staggered on his feet.

Atwater burst into tears, and people who didn't know it might have thought he had been wronged a lot.

Several others were even worse, unable to even open their eyes.

Tears were streaming down his face, and he was shaking when he walked.

Ethan was a little better, but his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing this situation, Hank wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, Ethan was on top. With them like this, any gangster could kill them.

As soon as I came downstairs, I saw several patrol cars approaching quickly and parking directly on the street.

The patrol officers got out of the car one after another, shouting nervously.

Rusek and Burgess also rushed to the scene, running over quickly and dancing to themselves.

The voice was erratic.

My ears were already ringing, and now they were even more uncomfortable.

Ethan took action directly, covered Burgess' mouth and made a shushing gesture.

Ignoring her widened eyes, he took off the sunglasses hanging on her chest and put them on the bridge of her nose.

The stinging sensation brought to the eyes by the sun outside was relieved a lot.

Seeing the people coming down one after another, Burgess didn't care what to say and quickly protected the scene.

In Hank's greeting, the patrol officers donated their own sunglasses.

Several of them were in serious condition and were taken directly to the car to lie down.

Ethan's condition was relatively minor, so he stayed where he was.

It didn't matter whether the scene was cleaned up or not. Several gangsters were all killed by him.

All subsequent processes can be omitted.

The conviction that Hank mentioned before was completely out of his consideration. Just kill him, why go through such troublesome things!

Thanks to his unusual physical fitness, it didn't take long for him to regain his hearing.

"What's going on with this guy?" He scratched his ears and walked over to Burgess.

"Can you hear me?"

Burgess looked surprised. Several other people were still lying in the car.

It is estimated that it will take about ten minutes for those people to recover.

"Um!"

Ethan nodded and looked at the man in the star-striped cap aside.

His face looked panicked, and his crotch was wet.

His eyes couldn't help but glance at the corpse on the ground next to him, and the white cloth covering it was stained with red.

"Illegal immigrant."

Burgess shrugged and handed the transcript to Ethan: "I don't speak English. It looks like he just came here."

"I was only asked for a name and I didn't even know if I spelled it correctly."

"Wang Wei..."

Looking at the pinyin on it, Ethan was too lazy to spell it halfway.

The man wearing a bright red coat in front of him was obviously Runren who had come over.

"Do I need to call the immigration office?" Burgess pressed the intercom.

No matter how hard you speak English, the Immigration Bureau will always understand you.

"No, never."

The man surnamed Wang became even more frightened and waved his hands quickly.

"Hey!"

Burgess quickly grasped the handle of the gun, pointed it at him with one hand and shouted:

"Sir, don't move, put your hands down."

There had just been a shootout here, and all the police officers on the scene were highly nervous.

Hearing the shouting, four or five vicious patrol policemen immediately surrounded him.

They all pulled out Glocks and pointed at the man named Wang.

He has never experienced such a scene in his entire life.

It was so scary to have four or five pistols pointed at me.

There was a smell of urine, his hands were raised high, and his legs were shaking crazily like an electric shock.

"It's okay here, just a little misunderstanding!"

Looking at the yellow-brown liquid that kept flowing down his pants, Ethan pinched his nose and waved.

After the other police officers left, he handed the transcript back to Burgess:

"Forget it, no need!"

He waved his hand: "This is a matter for the Immigration Department and has nothing to do with us."

"Just do your own thing well and let him go!"

Now that he has recovered, there is no need to send him back to bring trouble to his family. It would be good to stay here and experience the gun battle suit.

Burgess said nothing and waved to the man named Wang.

The latter slowly left the scene with trembling feet.

After the fright just now, he didn't dare to put down his hands until he walked around the corner.

Ten minutes later, the group returned to the police station like a defeated army.

As soon as he sat down in his seat, Olinsky sighed heavily, held on to his sunglasses and gritted his teeth and said:

"I would like to make a suggestion to add a piece of equipment to the armory."

"Flash bomb, does anyone agree?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the main room raised their arms.

What was originally an unscathed ambush was made so miserable by two flash bombs.

After personally experiencing the power of this thing, they naturally thought of giving it to others to try.

"Okay, I know!"

Hank smiled, put his arm around Jimi's shoulders and walked into the office.

Just as I crossed my legs and closed my eyes to rest for a while, there was a bang on the table.

A thick stack of documents was thrown onto the table by Irene.

"These reports need to be submitted before the end of tomorrow." She said with a smile:

"You are very good at shooting. How about writing a report?"

Looking at the pile of documents, Ethan's face became stiff.

"Please, I just got hit by a flashbang."

Ethan tapped his sunglasses: "Can't you be a little compassionate? Help me?"

"no!"

Erin decisively refused and rolled her eyes: "Unless you are willing to cancel that bet."

It turned out that he really didn't want to fill out the large number of forms waiting for him here. It gave him a headache just looking at them.

"Okay, but I have a condition."

Ethan shrugged and said, "You accompany me to a place after get off work."

"no problem!"

Erin didn't even ask where she was going, and quickly agreed.

"Leave it to me. You can sign it tomorrow."

She happily picked up the file and returned to her seat.

"Atwater."

Ethan shouted with his eyes closed and tapped the table with his heel.

"I am here."

The latter was sitting in front, slowly rubbing his eyes.

"Your performance just now was very good. I give you ten points." Ethan expressed his appreciation without hesitation.

If he hadn't attracted firepower and provided support just now, he wouldn't have been able to solve the problem so easily.

"That's right."

"Well done."

Antonio raised his hands and applauded Atwater.

He was stunned just now, and could only vaguely hear gunshots.

In that case, don't dare to move at all.

Only later did they find out what was going on. They were already used to Ethan's behavior.

Atwater's brave counterattack is even more valuable.

"Thank you, this is what I should do."

Atwater smiled from ear to ear amid sparse applause.

"Let me tell you!" Halsted knocked on the table: "Aren't you curious about the female detective today?"

Ethan put away his feet, stood up and sat down: "Are you interested in her? I can ask you for her phone number."

"You still have the heart to joke." Horsted spread his hands and said:

"Have you figured out how to get along with someone who can be arranged directly and Hank has to accept it?"

"I never thought about it." He stood up, chewed a cigarette and walked towards the balcony:

"It doesn't matter which big shot she is, just don't mess with me."

"a!"

Antonio raised his thumb and shook it vigorously.