My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After breakfast, Ethan went out first.

Open the trunk, pick up a bulletproof vest and put it on, pulling it to fit snugly.

This gang of robbers killed people with extraordinary ferocity.

You still have to be careful, it's not worthwhile to shoot them one after another.

Put on protective equipment, press the fingerprint lock to open the gun case, pick up the AR15, and then close the tailgate.

"cool!"

A group of people walked out of the front door, and Carl threw his small backpack behind him and shouted excitedly.

Not only him, but Lip, Ian and Debbie also slowed down.

Ethan usually looks harmless, always has a smile on his face, and speaks in a gentle and gentle manner.

Now he was wearing combat boots, and the bulletproof vest on top of his blue jeans held two magazines.

He was holding a dark assault rifle in his hand and looked murderous.

"I won't send you off."

Ethan got into the car with a cigarette in his mouth, put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and put the AR15 on the passenger seat.

He waved his hand and stepped on the accelerator.

Looking at the Ford Interceptor in the distance, Carl was stunned.

A seed took root in his heart, not to uphold justice or serve the citizens.

Mainly, he's so handsome.

In a remote neighborhood, Ethan stopped the car in front of an alley.

Behind them was Hank's Cadillac. The two communicated via walkie-talkie, and neither of them was in a hurry to get out of the car.

It wasn't until other people arrived one after another that he opened the door.

Walking through the thick snow and gathering at the corner of the alley, Ethan put his hands in his bulletproof vest and looked at the others:

"Where are Olinsky and Rusek?"

"Following Perko."

Hank walked over with a pistol in hand: "He really has a problem. He will go through the discharge procedures early in the morning."

"According to the informant's information." Antonio carried a breaking hammer and pointed to a house behind him: "Novak is hiding inside."

"The owner of the house has gone bankrupt, and people from the Second and Third Society confiscated the house on behalf of the bank."

"Click."

Horsted firmly closed the one-meter-long pliers in his hands with both hands: "In other words, we don't need a search warrant."

"Let's go!"

Seeing both Erin and Sumner pull out their pistols, Ethan threw the AR15 in front of him, holding it with both hands, and took the lead walking through the snow.

When we came to the iron gate in the backyard of the house, there was an iron chain hanging on it.

Horsted stepped forward and was about to pick up the pliers.

"Wait a moment."

Hank whispered to stop his movements and picked up the chain.

After a squeaking sound, the chains hanging haphazardly on it fell down.

"New." Looking at the broken cross section of the chain, Hank threw the chain into the snowdrift next to it.

Ethan slowly opened the iron gate and walked in first.

This is a narrow alley between two houses. Walking down the steps, the muzzle of the gun is slightly raised, observing the surrounding environment.

Neither house has a single point of light.

Either you're looking in the wrong place or not. . .

Seeing the ajar back door, he stopped and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"I have a bad premonition." Ethan turned around and said to the people standing in a row at the back door.

"Be careful, there might be someone inside."

Antonio put down the hammer and quickly drew his pistol.

Horst, who was behind, also placed the pliers against the wall, walked forward quickly, and held the door handle.

As Ethan waved his palm, Horsted suddenly opened the back door:

"go!"

Although I already knew that no one was inside, I still had to perform.

"Chicago police."

The moment the back door opened, he immediately rushed in with gun drawn:

"Body found."

As soon as he entered the back door, he saw a body lying on the floor in the kitchen. He shouted and started searching the room inside.

The people behind followed up one after another, and under the cover of their teammates, they quickly eliminated the danger.

"Corpse."

"Safety."

"There are bodies here too."

"It's safe upstairs."

It was quickly confirmed that there was no one alive in the whole house, and everyone returned to the first floor.

In addition to the one body in the kitchen, there were five more bodies lying in the rooms inside.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the white walls became bloody.

Seeing such a scene, everyone looked ugly.

Something went wrong, and someone got there first.

This is a temporary place for the Ersanhui. Since the original owner went bankrupt, there is nothing in it. There is only a broken mattress on the ground and a small low table in the room.

There were some fast food on the table and some French fries scattered on the floor.

Pick up a French fries and break it easily.

He picked up the Coke glass and shook it, and there was a sound of ice cubes clinking inside.

"What happened this morning." Putting down the cup, Ethan said in a deep voice, "We were a step too late."

"Search the scene."

Hank stuffed the Glock into his holster: "Let's see what we find."

"Buzz!"

His phone vibrated and he put his hand into his pocket.

After a while, Hank's face became more gloomy: "Perko is dead."

"What?"

Ethan put on his gloves: "What happened."

Not just him, everyone cast doubtful glances. He had just left the hospital not long ago, and there were two people following him. Why did he suddenly die?

"While Olinsky and the others were following him, a man pretended to be a homeless man and cleaned Perco's car."

Hank gritted his teeth, shook his head and said:

"The man had gasoline in the bucket, poured the gasoline into Perco's car, set it on fire and burned him alive."

"The homeless man ran away and the two of them couldn't catch up."

"Shet, then Perko must be the mole." Ethan looked at the corpse on the ground and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He thought of a word, black and black.

"They are being targeted." Ethan raised his head and looked at Hank: "These people's robbery plans are completely under the control of others."

"After they finished the most dangerous work, another group of people jumped out and robbed the items."

"Then silence." Eileen took over the words:

"This way, their risk can be minimized."

"That's right." Hank looked at the body lying on the bed: "This person is Dennis Novak."

"I caught him once before, and he was quite cooperative."

"I just said that such a difficult job as robbing a bank is far beyond his capabilities."

Ethan shrugged and began to examine the crime scene.

Eight million is tempting, but also very risky.

He didn't even know he was being targeted, so he deserved to die.

I walked to the corner and found something in the trash can. I poked around with two fingers and pulled out several black masks.

Amateur, too amateur, and the aftermath was not done well.

Standing up, Horsted beside him was digging hard into the wall with a knife.

As soon as he walked over, he pried out a deformed warhead from inside.

Putting the warhead in the palm of his hand, he stretched it out in front of Ethan: "I think this is a .22 hollow point bullet. It produces small recoil, but the lethality will not be reduced much. Gang members and killers like to use it."

"Hey, come here."

Antonio waved to Ethan and Horsted. He and Hank were squatting in front of the body in the kitchen: "This man is not the same as the five people inside."

When the two of them approached, he pointed to the pendant around the body's neck:

"The people inside all have tattoos from the second or third level, but he only has this thing on his body. He came here to attack. This pendant is a Colombian amulet."

"There are several bullet holes in his chest. Judging from the way he fell to the ground, he was hit by someone inside."

A picture emerged in everyone's mind. This guy with a yellow knitted hat was the first to rush into the house.

But Novak's people were not vegetarians and gave him a few shots.

However, the incident happened suddenly, and Novak was caught off guard after all, and was killed by all the Colombians.

They left the bodies of their companions and hurriedly took their money and left.