My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rosemont, Exhibition Center.

This is a suburban area of ​​Chicago with its own sheriff and police department.

Since Erin and the others couldn't make it back, Hank deployed Burgess and Atwater as support.

When they arrived, they could vaguely feel that the local police force was not very welcoming of their arrival.

Ethan could understand that police departments like theirs had a strong sense of territoriality.

It's not that I hate it, it's just that I don't like it.

However, in suburban counties, when they often need support from the city police, they can be considered a brother unit, so they can get away with it in terms of face.

Hank came forward to communicate and everyone's wireless channels were unified to facilitate command.

Otherwise, it will be messy and prone to problems.

According to tips provided by the Rosemont Police Department, Jacob Sims was still inside the gun show and had not come out.

Orlinsky went in to find someone, and the others spread out outside the convention center.

After buying a few hot dogs, Ethan slowly wandered around the parking lot at the front entrance of the exhibition center. It was not much different from the gun show he imagined.

People with long and short guns can be seen everywhere, and they are all in high spirits, as if they were visiting an amusement park.

Not only rough guys, but many of them even went out with their whole families.

It’s not like every man has a gun, but firearms can be seen almost everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Ethan was a little nervous. Although the guns were equipped with plastic lock straps, they still looked quite bluffing.

As soon as he approached the patrol car, the window rolled down.

"hot dog?"

He handed what was in his hand into it.

"Thank you, that's great."

Burgess quickly took it and gave Atwater one.

The three of them ate together.

There is food in the stomach and people become warmer.

"Detective."

Burgess wiped the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth with his index finger, put it in his mouth and licked it: "We shouldn't have a gunfight in this place, right?"

"Yes, this is not a good place."

Atwater nodded quickly.

Not only Ethan, they also have the same worries.

Although newly purchased guns come with a lock strap, it is normal for someone who comes to buy a gun to bring one or two weapons with them.

"That's not something we can decide."

Looking at the bit of salad dressing left on the corner of Burgess's mouth, Ethan took a big bite of the hot dog:

"Don't worry, even if these people carry guns, they are not stupid."

"If there's really going to be a gunfight, he'll definitely run very fast."

"Just be careful."

After chatting briefly, taking the meal money, Ethan walked to another corner.

In front of the exhibition center, several Rosemont police patrol cars were parked separately, and the Rosemont police officers with golden seven-pointed police badges were looking around.

There was no need to worry about them alerting Sims. The gun show originally required local police officers to maintain order at the scene.

"This is the Rosemont Police Department."

A strange voice came from the headset: "Our people are ready and can take action at any time."

Ethan threw the food in his hand, and Rusek opened his hand to catch it.

"Rosemont Police Department, take your time."

Hank pressed the intercom: "We need to first determine the suspect and the number of people on the other side, and keep an eye on every entrance and exit."

"If there is any suspicious situation, please report it in time, thank you"

Putting down the walkie-talkie, he took the hot dog.

"knew."

There was a reply on the radio and then it became quiet.

"How much?"

Hank asked as he took a bite of the hot dog.

"Three dollars."

Ethan is not polite. He is helping to buy food, so he will pay as much as he needs.

The others didn't say anything, and they wouldn't let Ethan treat him just because he was rich. Sometimes they still made a clear distinction.

Stuffing a handful of change into his pocket, he leaned against the cold hood.

Looking at the civilians coming in and out, Rusek chewed a hot dog and said:

"If I said that this is the most difficult place in the world to arrest suspects, no one would object, right?"

Everyone shook their heads, smiled, and continued to watch.

After finishing the food quickly, Antonio pressed the intercom: "Olinsky, have you seen the target person?"

"Yes, I saw it."

Olinsky's voice sounded: "They are shopping for guns. You should come in and take a look. There are many beautiful guys in there."

"Big sale, I want to buy two too."

"Them?" Hank asked.

"That's right."

Olinsky continued: "It looks like there should be three people."

"Okay." Several people looked at each other, and Hank said solemnly: "You continue to follow."

Ethan took a deep drag on the cigarette, threw the butt to the ground and stamped it out.

A few minutes later, a voice sounded on the intercom:

"They were getting ready to go out. They all had brand-new AKM assault rifles and bullets in their hands."

"Sims is wearing a cap and a brown coat."

"The other two people, one with a red coat and one with a black coat, please pay attention."

Where Ethan and the others were, they were still more than a hundred meters away from the front door.

From a distance, you can see the people Olinsky mentioned pushing open the glass door and walking out of the exhibition center quickly.

"Everyone, don't move."

Hank picked up the walkie-talkie and said in a hoarse voice: "First wait for them to get in the car, and then surround them with patrol cars."

This is the safest way to ensure that none of the three people can escape.

"Burgess."

Hank grabbed the walkie-talkie: "You go around to the front door and cut off their escape route."

"receive."

Burgess replied, and the Chicago Police Department patrol car started moving.

After Sims and others walked out of the exhibition center, they walked about ten meters before stopping and coming to the back of a car.

Opening the trunk, they put their assault rifles inside.

Hank kept a watchful eye, ready to give orders at any moment.

Just then, a Rosemont Police Department patrol car sounded its siren and roared up from behind them.

"Waterfa."

Ethan trembled with anger. Even if he didn't want to listen to the intelligence team's command, he shouldn't rush over by himself like this.

"Officer Rosemont, stay back."

Hank pressed the intercom and yelled.

The other party ignored the greeting at all and drove the patrol car not far from Sims and stopped suddenly.

The police officer driving opened the door and shouted nervously:

"Police, don't move!"

The sound of sirens had already alerted Sims and several others.

They didn't even listen to the greeting and quickly picked up the pistols they had put in the trunk.

The moment the police officers got out of the car, they all turned around and raised their guns.

"Bang bang bang."

A series of gunshots sounded like fried beans, crackling on the door of the patrol car, and the window glass was shattered.

The police officer never expected that the other party would dare to fire.

The bullets flew towards him, scaring him so much that he ran away behind his head.

"All hands on deck."

Hank was so angry that he wanted to curse, so he grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted: "go, go, go."