My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

It’s hard to say anything after everything has been done.

A group of people gathered at the entrance of the stairs. Burgess quickly removed the handcuffs and helped him cuff the man's hands and feet.

Ethan then let go of the dagger and stared at the man:

"If you dare to scream, I will send you to prison for a few more years, do you understand?"

Looking at the heavily armed group of people in front of him, the short-haired man knew that resistance was useless at this time, so he could only nod slowly.

Ethan let go of his hand and rubbed it on him again in disgust.

"Go."

Following Hank's order, everyone rushed out quickly.

Above this is a rough factory building, which looks extremely empty.

Between a dozen thick cement pillars, tables were used to form three or four renovation production lines.

More than thirty female workers are busy working.

There were seven or eight fierce-looking men walking back and forth in the middle, monitoring their work.

The crowd spread out, formed a straight line, and quickly surrounded him with their guns raised.

"Chicago police."

Hank yelled, "Everyone, stop moving."

The people on the opposite side were frightened by the sudden shout. The female workers raised their heads one after another, and the people in the Latin priest's gang also turned around in a hurry.

Several people had pistols clearly visible in their hands.

"Drop the weapon."

The moment he saw the pistol, Antonio's alarm bells blared and he shouted sharply.

"Squat down."

"Don't move, don't do anything stupid."

"Chicago police, let me see your hands."

Seven black gun barrels were pointed at them, and with shouts, all the female workers squatted down.

The people from the Latin Priest Gang also raised their hands.

But at any time, there are always tough-minded people. A dark shadow flashed in the crowd, and the short-haired man in a black coat spread his legs and ran away.

"Bang bang bang."

Several bullets flew out quickly, stirring up several columns of smoke two meters in front of the man.

The black coat stopped abruptly. When he looked at the few small craters that appeared on the ground, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

After the gunshots were fired, the female workers screamed one after another.

The members of the Latin Priest Gang have also become completely honest, and the American police will not have the problem of not being afraid to shoot.

Anyone who dares to jump at this time will be shot.

"Snapped."

Ethan walked quickly behind the man in the black coat and slapped him on the back of the head: "Don't move, don't you understand?"

"Snapped!"

"Do you know that you have to write a report for shooting?"

"Snapped!"

"Writing reports is very annoying, you know?"

"Snapped!"

"You're an asshole, do you know that?"

Four consecutive slaps came down, causing the man in the black coat to squat down with his head in his hands:

"Stop fighting, I know I was wrong."

Ethan kicked him over, took out the handcuffs from his body and locked them on him, then quickly groped with his hands.

If he was the only one running away, there must be something seriously wrong with him.

Throwing the pistol on his waist aside, he took out a large package of things from his pocket and wrapped them tightly with film.

Ethan weighed it and found it weighed five or six pounds. No wonder he ran so fast.

"Sheriff."

He shouted back to Hank and threw the flour in his hand.

The latter took the flour, looked at it, and threw it aside.

It's a gain, but not their purpose.

He reached into the other pocket and pulled out a vise with a lot of blood on it.

"Yo!"

Ethan happily raised the vise high: "If you guessed correctly, we are in the right place."

Seeing what he had in his hand, everyone else looked excited.

After searching for so long, I finally found the rightful owner.

"Where is Karaka?"

He turned the man in black coat over and asked sharply.

"it's here."

Before the man could speak, Irene's shout came from the side.

He quickly stood up and walked over quickly.

The corners of the factory building were filled with dust.

Many chaotic footprints led them to a small room next to it.

Erin was standing at the door of the room, looking inside with a complicated expression.

A man with dirty clothes was huddled in the corner of the room. The man looked calm and looked at the police officers who appeared at the door.

"Karaka."

Hank also followed. He looked at the man's palm with the little finger missing and sneered.

"Come on, tough guy."

Ethan clapped his fists and walked in: "I hope you won't cooperate with my work."

There was no expected resistance, Karaka seemed to be prepared for this kind of thing.

Under Ethan's control, he obeyed and let Erin cuff him.

But in his eyes, Ethan felt bad.

This kid gave people the impression that he was so stunned, he had the kind of energy that he didn't care about.

It seems that it is very difficult to communicate.

But it's always a good thing that the right owner has been found, and things have to be done step by step.

Carrying Karaka out of this small, smelly room, I finally took the time to look at the mobile phone refurbishment workshop of the Latin priest gang.

On several rows of long tables, there are densely packed mobile phones, at least more than a thousand.

The packaging boxes of various mobile phones are piled up like a mountain, and on the shelves next to them, refurbished mobile phones are stacked one on top of another.

Hunting rabbits in the grass, this litter of rabbits is really fat.

With the seizures we see now, the intelligence team will definitely not be able to get away with a commendation order.

The pressure brought by the anti-gangster group can also be reduced a lot.

Eileen is calling the main station. With the number of people here, four or five escort vehicles cannot handle it. There are bound to be many people who need to work overtime tonight.

Burgess on the side put the Glock back into the holster, feeling a little regretful for no reason.

This time, there was still no chance to shoot.

Back at the police station, Ethan and Antonio screw with Karaka and lead him to the garage.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to laugh."

Hank opened the iron cage, and Antonio pushed Karaka, who was smiling all the way, into the iron cage: "Pierce and everyone in the Monarch Gang know that you killed Russell, do you have anything to say? "

"Bang."

Karaka was knocked against the iron fence, but he still said with a smile:

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Things are interesting, aren't they? Others will learn a lesson in the future. If nothing happens, don't step into other people's territory."

"Really? Why don't we take you to the Monarch Gang's territory."

Hank walked in and pushed Karaka hard:

"What do you think about hanging a Karaka sign around your neck and throwing you out of the car?"

Karaka wiped his sore nose and said with a sinister smile:

"I don't care, hurry up and arrange a car."

"By the way, can you buy me some ice cream on the way? I'm a little thirsty."

"Bang."

Hank kicked him until he was leaning against the iron cage, his arms shook, and a crowbar slipped out of his sleeve.

Ethan's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to hold down Karaka.

"Shet!"

Antonio cursed secretly and rushed forward.

This was for Olinsky, he couldn't care so much, and Hank didn't dare to be too harsh in this place.

"You need to own up to what you did."

Hank slowly approached Karaka and used the elbow of the crowbar to spread Karaka's thighs.

He used both arms to push it in hard, and then pushed it up harder: "If you don't cooperate, believe it or not, I will break your balls."

"Ah!!!" Karaka roared loudly and looked at Hank with crazy eyes:

"Come on, motherfucker."

"Push a little harder, it feels so comfortable."

Ethan looked at Hank in confusion. He had already ticked all the boxes, so what could he still have the energy to do?

"Fakeyu."

Hank couldn't help but hold the crowbar tightly and lifted it hard again.

The veins on Karaka's neck had popped out, but he still smiled ferociously: "Please, is this all you can do?"

What is a real man of steel? He is already an iron egg.

Ethan clicked his tongue, he could bear this, gangsters were really a waste of talent.

"stop."

If you continue to do this, there will be big problems.

Antonio quickly let go of his hand and dragged Hank outside the cage:

"That's enough, don't tell me that you haven't seen such a person before."

"what kind of person?"

Ethan let go of Karaka's shoulder with some regret and walked out.

Looking at Karaka who was still smiling ferociously, Hank gritted his teeth and said:

"Paranoia, psychosis!"

He threw the crowbar in his hand forcefully to the side. The iron bar made a clanging sound, rolled twice and then fell into the corner.

Karaka's maniacal laughter echoed in the garage.