My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang bang."

Just when everyone had new ideas and was about to take action, Sumner hurried over and knocked on the door.

"I have a clue here about Sims."

She handed the record book to Hank and said quickly: "Sims' wanted profile picture is found in places like airports, highways, train stations, and toll booths."

"If he killed a police officer, he would definitely not stay in Chicago to die."

"According to the information I received, the Yankee gang sends disguised cargo ships from Chicago to Indiana every day to transport various contraband."

"The freight yard, in the southern suburbs."

She looked at everyone and continued

"The departure time is just one and a half hours later. This is Sims' only chance. He will definitely find a way to escape."

Hank took the record book and looked at the lone address on it.

"Where did you get the news?"

He looked at Sumner: "Is it reliable?"

"I don't need to lie to you." Sumner said with a serious expression: "I just want to do something for the killed police officer."

When she came to the field department, it was the first time she was so close to death.

Although I have no personal experience, this is what happened during a joint operation with the intelligence team.

Sumner thought twice and decided to ask her boyfriend for help.

The first is to find the murderer of the murdered police officer, and the second is to really open up the situation in the intelligence team.

With the help of Edwin Stillwell, she successfully obtained this information.

Hank knew her background, and he also knew that people in the Internal Affairs Department could sometimes easily obtain clues that they would be hard-pressed to find.

"Everyone move." Hank looked back at Ethan:

"I want to live if I can."

"As expected, Sims will definitely have another story in his mouth."

He looked at Jenny in the interrogation room again and said coldly: "Our goal is to find the real murderer of Dr. Elliot."

There is no doubt that Hank has identified Jenny inside as the mastermind behind the scenes.

Freight Yard.

Everyone wore body armor and formed a circle.

Looking at the containers waiting for transshipment parked next to the warehouse in the distance, Olinsky tightened his hat and sprayed out white mist as he spoke:

"Which cabinet is it in?"

"I don't know." Sumner shook his head and tightened his grip on the pistol:

"It can only be said that Sims has a high probability of being here. We need to verify the details."

There was nothing wrong with what he said. Hank immediately waved his arms:

"Ethan, Antonio, Olinsky, you are searching outside."

He looked at the remaining three people: "You and I go to the freight yard manager and find all the containers ready to be shipped to Indiana."

"receive."

The six people present responded one after another and dispersed.

Antonio held a handheld instrument and kept scanning the container next to him.

Inside the screen, it was green.

"This is a thermal imager."

Noticing Ethan looking over, he explained casually:

"No matter where Sims is hiding, through this instrument, the heat radiating from his body can be detected."

Antonio raised his hand and pointed the thermal imager at Olinsky next to him, and a red humanoid image appeared on the screen.

He looks like a Super Sailor God.

"Be serious."

Olinsky reached out and pushed the thermal imager away and said casually:

"I don't know how Horsted is talking to Lonnie's father now. I hope there will be a good result."

Ethan held the AR15 and looked around, turning on the radar at the same time.

Even though the monitoring distance is only twenty-five meters, it is much easier to use than this thermal imager.

Antonio already knew that Lonnie's father most likely killed his son. He sighed and raised the instrument in his hand:

"Fucking world."

On the other side, Hank led three people straight to the loading and unloading area.

With the help of the police badge, we quickly found the freight yard office.

Looking at the stevedores around her, Erin pressed the intercom vigilantly: "Everyone, be careful, there might be someone from the Yankee Gang here."

Letting go of the walkie-talkie, she immediately pulled out her pistol.

Rusek and Sumner behind them clenched their guns and cast wary glances at the workers next to them.

"Bump bump bump."

Hank hammered the glass door a few times to attract the attention of the man inside.

"Chicago police."

He opened the door and walked in casually: "Are you the manager here?"

"That's right." Seeing the police bulletproof vest on his body, the plump man quickly stood up and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"How many containers are there on the next trip to Indiana?" Hank walked in: "Where are they?"

"Please wait."

The freight yard manager quickly stood up and walked to the side.

He searched for the densely packed folders hanging on the wall and took down one of them.

"Wait a minute." The manager quickly opened the folder, slid his fingers over it, and tapped hard: "There are three containers sent to Indiana today."

"In the three loading bays No. 3, No. 12, and No. 16 respectively."

"OK, thanks."

Hank nodded and was about to leave.

"Detective." Looking at his plain clothes and police bulletproof vest, the manager asked nervously:

"What happened?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Hank pulled out his pistol and glanced at him impatiently.

"no thank you."

The manager raised his hands and returned to his seat.

It is impossible for him not to know about the smuggling of contraband in the goods yard he is responsible for, and he usually makes a lot of profit.

He could think of a solution to small things. The policeman's fierce look made him give up his nosy thoughts in an instant.

"Ethan."

Hank walked out of the office and pressed the intercom: "You go check the twelve and sixteen, these two loading bays."

"Let's check loading bay three."

Letting go of the walkie-talkie, the four of them walked forward together.

The manager's office is in the corner of the warehouse.

Facing the past is a loading and unloading workshop more than 100 meters long.

The numbers the manager mentioned were bare doors on the wall with huge numbers spray-painted on them.

The rear of the container is parked at the door.

The beeping sound sounded, and forklifts shuttled back and forth in the warehouse, delivering the packaged goods to the containers placed next to them.

Arriving at Gate No. 3, Rusek left a warning.

Hank slowly walked in with Erin and Sumner and started searching the container.

There were large and small items of goods inside, and there might be people hiding in any corner. The three of them were careful and cross-searching.

Rusek looked inside nervously, holding the handle of the gun tightly.

"Toot, toot, toot."

A forklift swerved in front of him.

The driver of the car glanced at Rusek calmly, and the forklift slowly drove forward. The vehicle inadvertently picked up speed.

Driving straight to the end, the forklift stopped in front of one of the loading bays.

"Sims."

The driver quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist and shouted into the container: "Run, there's a note."

Just as he was shouting, there were two thumps and slaps from inside the container.

"Bang bang bang."

After several gunshots were fired, a man in a brown coat quickly escaped from inside.

"Chicago police."

Rusek roared when he saw this.

He raised the shotgun with both hands and ran over quickly: "Sims, drop the weapon right now."

The person on the other side raised his gun without saying a word.

"Bang."

Rusek's scalp was numb and he immediately pulled the trigger. The dull sound of gunfire echoed in the loading and unloading workshop.

The driver who jumped out of the forklift had his calf exploded and blood and flesh splattered.

"ah!!!"

He screamed and threw himself to the ground.

Seeing this, Sims fired his pistol wildly.

"Bang bang bang."

Rusek only felt his chest being hit twice with a hammer. His vision went dark and he fell back.