My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Fake!!!"

The severe pain made the bald man scream.

He lost his mind and threw the call girl away, revealing his blood-stained crotch.

"Bang bang bang."

The Glock next to him fired, and Horsted quickly clicked his fingers, firing several shots directly to relieve the bald man's pain.

Rusek behind him strode upstairs as planned.

"Put your hands up."

"Don't move."

Ethan and the others approached the living room with guns raised, yelling non-stop.

The call girls all huddled up in a ball subconsciously.

The man who ran back met Hank and Antonio who broke in. He knelt on the ground very quickly and raised his hands obediently.

"Ah~"

The screams started again, and Nadia sat next to Mirares and was pulled up by him.

"Don't come over here, or I'll shoot you."

Mirares quickly pulled out a pistol from his body and pointed it at Nadia's head.

"don't want."

Erin looked panicked and quickly moved the muzzle: "Put down the weapon."

"boom."

A crisp voice sounded next to Irene, and Mirares' hand holding the gun was instantly blown away.

The pistol whirled and fell to the side.

"Shet!"

Mirares shook his hand in pain, but the other hand did not forget to tightly hold Nadia's throat.

"Come, tell me, what do you want to do?"

At this moment, Ethan quickly moved in front of him and put the hot muzzle of the gun against his head.

Not only that, Hank from behind also stepped forward.

Glock pressed down on the back of Mirales' head and pushed it hard.

One behind the other, two guns were pointed at his head.

Mirares had sweat breaking out on his forehead and released Nadia: "Don't shoot, I surrender."

"The suspect escaped."

Olinsky's voice rang over the intercom: "In front of the house, chase."

Horsted, who was closest to the front door, quickly turned around and rushed out, followed quickly by Antonio who was beside him.

"Bang."

Hank kicked Miralez in the butt and knocked him to the ground:

"Just lie down for me."

Lowering the muzzle of the gun, Ethan pressed Mirares' neck to firmly control him.

Over in the living room, the robber sitting motionless on the sofa was also pinned down by Erin and Sumner together, and handcuffs were placed on him.

In just ten seconds, everyone in the living room was controlled.

Hank handcuffed Mirales, and just as he regained his composure, the docking machine on his chest sounded a rapid sound:

"Attention all patrol officers, the suspect fled the scene of arrest on foot."

"Jeans, gray long-sleeved T-shirt, bearded face, address 2600 South Obamaney, requesting support to conduct a search."

It was Antonio's voice, and Ethan and Hank looked at each other.

"Hahaha."

Mirares put his head on the ground and laughed ferociously: "It seems like someone escaped."

"lie."

Ethan slapped him on the head: "Did I let you speak?"

There were heavy footsteps on the stairs, and Olinsky helped Burgess down. There was a scratch on her face and blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

She covered her stomach with both hands, a look of pain on her face.

"Who did it?"

Ethan asked angrily, squeezing the hand on the back of his neck with more strength.

"Muñoz" Burgess said in a weak voice.

From the direction of the front door, Rusek and Horsted walked in. Both of them had bruises and swollen faces. Horsted spit out a mouthful of blood and sat down on the sofa.

He stared at Mirares, his eyes seeming to spit out fire.

Seeing them like this, Hank clenched his fists.

Unexpectedly, the other party could make three of his subordinates miserable by just one person.

"Hehe, you guys underestimate Muñoz, right?"

Mirares ignored the pain in his hands, grinned and sneered.

"Go out and take all these people out." Hank waved his hand, pointed at the call girls in the living room and the two surviving robbers and shouted.

As he spoke, ice shards seemed to fall out.

Horsted and the others, not daring to have any doubts, together with Orlinsky and Irene, took all the people out.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing almost everyone leaving, Mirares suddenly felt bad.

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with you." Ethan grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "You are so happy, you must be in a good mood now."

Ethan grabbed Miralez's collar and looked at Hank.

Hank understood and quickly unlocked the handcuffs he had just locked.

"If you like to laugh, then give me a good laugh."

Ethan kicked him into the kitchen and strode in.

"Farke."

Mirares rolled several times on the ground, dizzy.

"Pah." A slap came, and his vision went dark, with little stars twinkling in front of him.

Ethan grabbed his clothes and pulled them towards him.

"How dare you attack the police?"

Ethan took two steps back, looked at Mirales in disbelief, and stepped forward angrily.

Reach out and twist your hips.

"NO, I have not!"

Miralez shook his head wildly, and the next moment, his whole body flew into the air.

"Bang."

The floor was shaken by the impact of more than a hundred kilograms of objects, making a creaking sound.

"Click!!!"

Mirares almost lost his breath and slowly twisted his body on the ground.

"Come, tell me."

Ethan squatted in front of him and said coldly: "Where will Muñoz escape to?"

"Fakeyu."

Miralez's face turned red and he gasped.

"Wrong answer." Standing up, Ethan grabbed his other good hand and stamped it on his shoulder blade like lightning.

"Click!"

This crisp sound made Mirales bang his head on the ground crazily.

He tried to break free, but was firmly stepped on.

"Farke, Farke."

Miralez growled in pain: "I said, let go of your feet."

"It's not you who has the final say now."

Ethan used another strength and said in a cold voice: "If you don't say anything, I will tear your arm off."

"OK!"

Mirares rattled off several addresses, all of which were places where Munoz might be heading.

"Where's the money?"

Ethan pulled hard and scolded again.

The feeling of limbs about to be torn apart was too terrifying. Mirales no longer had any illusions and told them all the information they wanted to know.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be asked, but torture is not strong enough to extract confessions.

After some operations, Mirales had already burst into tears.

If his little brother outside sees it, his jaw will definitely drop.

"Give me that."

Ethan raised his head, looked around, and said to Hank, who had been watching coldly.

"Is it this one?"

Hank turned around and found a glass bottle on top of the cabinet.

"That's right."

He put the glass bottle into Mirares' hand, making sure to leave his fingerprints, then grabbed his hand and gave it a hard tap on his head.

"boom."

Glass shards flew everywhere, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.

As soon as the palm of his hand was loosened, Mirales' broken arm dropped. He just gritted his teeth and did not dare to make any sound.

I have seen everyone, but I have never seen such a lunatic.

"Your eyes are telling me that you are not convinced?"

"Do you want to sue me?" Ethan pointed at his eyes and said viciously: "Do you know that you are attacking the police?"

"Fuck, you should be grateful that I didn't shoot you."

"Yes, you should tell me thank you."

Seeing the palm ready to move in front of him, his face still hurt.

Mirares closed his eyes and shed tears of grievance:

"Thanks!"