My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ten minutes later, the vehicle stopped next to a trash can.

This is an industrial area, surrounded by small factories.

A place like this is connected in all directions and is full of fish and dragons. If something happens, you can escape quickly.

Strangers often come in and out, making it a hot spot for illegal criminal activities.

Ethan took the gun and put on a bulletproof vest.

"There are two entrances and exits here."

As the electric noise rang out, Olinsky continued: "There are people guarding them. I don't dare to get close, otherwise I will arouse suspicion."

"It's unclear how many people are inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Olinsky turning around from the corner. He put his hands in his pockets and shrank his body like a little old man.

"What's the plan?"

Ethan pressed the intercom and asked in a deep voice.

"You, Sumner, Olinsky, go to the back door." Hank quickly gave the order:

"Antonio, Rusek and I are going to the front."

"Everyone, be careful!"

Ethan pushed open the car door, his boots hitting the snow.

He walked over quickly and leaned against the wall of the factory with Olinsky. Sumner quickly followed.

"Two people."

Olinsky stretched out two fingers and gestured: "They are all big guys, I can't handle them."

"let me."

Ethan handed the AR15 to Sumner and zipped up the jacket to cover the police bulletproof vest underneath.

Under the gaze of the two of them, he took out a pack of cigarettes and turned around the corner.

Here is a small door, and two Colombian men are sitting on oil drums next to the door, smoking cigarettes.

Under the vigilant eyes of the other party, Ethan walked over slowly.

He yawned, shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and slapped his body randomly a few times with his palms.

"Dude."

Ethan bit his cigarette and asked helplessly: "Can I borrow a fire?"

Smokers all over the world are one family, and everyone has experienced this kind of time.

One of the Colombian men took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it to him.

"Click."

He took the lighter and lit it.

He took a comfortable drag on his cigarette and continued to approach the two men.

"Thanks."

He nodded his thanks and handed the lighter back.

"You're welcome."

The man just stood up and grabbed the lighter.

"Pooh."

Ethan bit the cigarette butt and puffed hard. The cigarette hit the face of the man behind him like a meteor, splashing a cloud of sparks.

The moment he blew out the cigarette, he punched the person in front of him.

"Bang."

The fist landed firmly under the ear, and the face was deformed.

The man groaned and fell to the ground.

The guy who was attacked by the cigarette subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils shrank like needlepoints.

The huge fist came with strong wind.

"puff."

The blood flew to the wall with several teeth, outlining a blood-red arc.

The man's vision went dark and he fell back.

Ethan flashed, stretched out his hand to hold his head, and gently put him down.

"The back door has been secured."

He pressed the intercom and spoke softly.

There were hurried footsteps, and Olinsky and Sumner trotted over, the former giving a thumbs up.

Ethan shook his hand and then took the AR15.

"What to do with these two people?" Sumner kicked the two people lying on the ground with his toes.

"rest assured."

Ethan held on to the butt of the gun and whispered, "They won't wake up within half an hour."

"There are too many people here at the front door."

Hank's voice sounded, and he said hurriedly: "There is no way to get in here. Rusek and I will stay here, and Antonio will go over to support you."

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Antonio hurried over.

When he saw the two people on the ground, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up. There was no movement at all, and his actions were very simple.

"Let's go!"

Ethan turned on the radar and took the lead to feel inside.

Entering the back door, there is a small passage.

The pace of advancement was very fast, and the muzzle of the gun followed his movements, quickly pointing at distant places.

Walk through the passage and come to a room.

This should be the rest room for those people. The bedding on the bed next to it was messy and empty wine bottles were scattered everywhere.

"Squat down."

Ethan freed up a hand and swung it down quickly.

On the side of the room is a half-blocked glass window.

Everyone hurriedly bent down and moved to the window to look inside the factory.

The tanker truck Antonio was driving just now was parked inside. Several people were standing on top of the tanker, shouting, and the lid had been opened.

They were holding a long iron hook and were moving it inside.

Under the oil tanker, there were still seven or eight people gathered around.

These people all have dicks on their bodies, and they all look bad.

"Did you see Muñoz?" Sumner asked in a low voice, his eyes moving rapidly.

"No." Ethan replied to her, then looked at Olinsky: "What should we do now?"

"Let's do it."

Olinsky thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "There's no time. Let's arrest the person first."

"knew."

Ethan nodded and opened the door next to him.

The four people filed out and slowly approached using the debris outside.

"found it."

The man on the oil tanker shouted and quickly lifted up the iron hook, and a thick hemp rope soaked in oil was hooked up.

The other two people grabbed the hemp rope and pulled it up hard.

After a while, a long list of things wrapped in plastic sheets was pulled out of the oil tank.

Seeing this scene, the man wearing a black knitted hat standing nearby showed a satisfied smile, and the people under the car also nodded excitedly.

"Chicago police."

At this moment, a roar sounded, making everyone at the scene feel like they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Everyone, please stay still."

Ethan dodged half of his body from behind the pillar. He held on to the butt of the gun and shouted sternly: "Drop the weapon, don't be stupid."

"boom."

After a gunshot, a cloud of blood mist rose from the head of a bald man standing below.

The heavy body fell to the ground with the gun in his hand.

"I say it again, don't move around."

Ethan just pulled the trigger and shocked the whole audience.

"Get down."

"CPD."

Three other people also sprang out from behind the pillar and next to the machine. The firearms in their hands were pointed at everyone with murderous intent.

"Bang bang bang."

Several gunshots were also heard from the front door nearby.

"Tip!"

Three or four of them ran back shouting and screaming, their calves pulling up quickly, and their faces were full of panic.

"Da da da."

Ethan swept the muzzle of his gun and fired more than a dozen bullets.

On the cement floor, puffs of smoke and dust were rising, and debris was flying everywhere. The people were so frightened that they stopped abruptly and looked inside stiffly.

The people here all raised their hands high, and the two groups stared at each other with big eyes.

"Drop the gun."

Behind those people, Hank's loud roar also sounded, and the black muzzle of the gun protruded from the small door next to the rolling shutter door, flashing with light.

"Click, click."

Several people who ran from the front door looked at the shallow pits less than one meter away from them and dropped the guns in their hands with trembling.

The gun fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

If you can hit it here, you can naturally hit it on your body.

If Ethan hadn't been afraid of writing a report, he would have defeated these people in just a few seconds.

Just when everyone's attention was focused on the firearms thrown to the ground, the man standing on the roof of the oil tanker, wearing a black knitted hat, took this opportunity to jump down, shaking his arms and jumping down.

"Bang."

After a dull sound, his feet landed on the ground, and the man rolled forward to avoid the fall.

He quickly got up, used the tanker as a cover, took out a pistol from behind, spread his legs and ran to the side quickly.

There is a secret door in the corner of the factory building.

As long as you can rush through, there is still a chance for everything.

"Watch them."

Ethan shouted and moved quickly to the side.

He didn't believe that someone could run away in such a big place.

"bump."

An iron bucket a few meters away spattered a cloud of sparks.

The knitted hat rushed out from the front of the oil tanker, swinging his pistol, and fired randomly in the direction of the footsteps, hoping to stop the opponent's pursuit.

This inaccurate shot almost made Ethan laugh out loud.

Either aim and hit, or hit wildly.

One is to attack, and the other is to suppress the opponent's firepower.

Shooting randomly will only make you look flustered and frightened, just like a teddy who can only grin and be dead with one kick.

"boom."

Ethan fired back unceremoniously, and the bullet turned rapidly and landed accurately on his arm.

The force of the rotation tore muscles and broke bones.

"Farke, Farke, Farke!"

Knitted Hat yelled crazily and hugged his broken arm in pain.

The pistol clattered to the ground.

"boom."

There was another gunshot, sending up a shower of cement debris at his feet.

Knitted hat ignored the pain and jumped in fear.

Since he liked dancing so much, Ethan let him dance as much as he could.

He strode towards the knitted hat and pulled the trigger one after another at the same time. The bullets kept spitting out and landed at his feet one by one, causing the opponent to raise his legs crazily.

"Bang bang bang."

The sound of gunshots echoed in the factory.

The people behind thought something had happened. Hank turned his head and looked over, his eyes twitching.

"Hoo ho ho."

The knitted hat continued to beat, making rapid breathing sounds.

He was completely unaware that the gunfire had stopped.

"Were you a kangaroo in your last life?" Ethan had already walked up to the knitted hat at this time, with the dark barrel of the gun pointed at his chest:

"Do you still want to dance?"

Ethan patted the bulletproof vest gently and said with a smile: "There are two spare magazines here. If you like to play, we can play for a while."

"Please, no."

The knitted hat stopped and shook his head wildly with sweat on his face.

Looking at the dozens of shallow pits under his feet, he swallowed hard. He didn't know whether it was because the opponent's shooting skills were good or because he was lucky.

If the shot is not accurate, not only the hands but also the legs will be destroyed.

"Let's go."

Having had enough fun, Ethan waved the muzzle of his gun and told him to get back behind.

Knitted Hat no longer had any intention of resisting, and walked back honestly, but his legs became weak for a while, and he was shaking a little as he walked.

Under the control of others, more than a dozen people here have knelt in a row.

They put their hands behind their heads, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"Kneel down for me too."

Ethan kicked the knitted hat on the butt, and he fell down quickly. He knelt down in the queue, but he could only hold his head with one hand.

"Guys, I have a little question."

He held the AR15 and walked back and forth in the queue: "Excuse me, who is Robert?"

"Can anyone tell me? Thank you."

The muzzle of the gun swung back and forth in front of the row of people, scaring them to dodge. After hearing the words, a group of people all looked towards the back of the queue.

"Oh it's you."

Ethan walked up to the knitted hat and said with a smile: "It seems we are quite destined."

He grabbed his clothes hard and dragged him aside.

"What do you want to do?"

The knitted hat twisted his body wildly and looked at Ethan with a horrified expression: "I tell you, you can't hit people. It's illegal for you to do this."

Shit, Ethan rolled his eyes.

With such a bad look, how can he be the boss of others when he is frightened after being shot more than a dozen times.

"Please be quiet."

Ethan pinched his face: "Where is Muñoz and when will he come over?"

"I don't understand you."

Knitted Hat gasped and said, "Why is Muñoz here?"

"Don't act stupid."

Hank snapped: "I already know, you guys are arriving today, and Munoz will be here to take his share."

"Really?" Knitted Hat quickly explained:

"If Munoz showed up in this place, I would kill him immediately."

"Also, he would have made the same choice."

"So, do you still think he will appear in this place?"

After hearing what he said, Ethan and Hank looked at each other, and their hearts skipped a beat.

Grabbing the hand of the knitted hat hard, Ethan stared at him:

"Aren't you a team?"

"It used to be." The knitted hat's mouth was twisted and he said vaguely: "After Ba Zhao went to jail, he still wanted to control me remotely."

"He is already a has-been guy. Why should I listen to him? I'm the only one now."

Damn, Ethan pushed hard and pushed the knitted hat to Rusek behind him.

They were taken advantage of by Ba Zhao. That guy wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to use their hands to get rid of the disobedient people.

Hank naturally thought of this, and his face became gloomy.

Buzz buzz.

His pocket vibrated, and Ethan took out his phone: "This is Morgan."

"Detective."

Atwater's voice came from the other side: "I have news you should want to know."

“Here in the Kiev sauna, two Ukrainian gang leaders were shot in the head, execution-style, and there were witnesses.”

Atwater calmed down and continued:

"Witnesses saw the shooter, the Munoz you are looking for."

"Waterfa?" Ethan squeezed the phone: "When did it happen?"

"Just now." Atwater quickly replied.

Ethan looked at the knitted hat that was kneeling again and thought of something: "Those two people who died, take photos and send them to me."

"OK."

Atwater replied and hung up the phone.

"Who died?"

Hank asked quickly when he saw something wrong with Ethan's expression.

"The key is not who dies." Ethan said with a sullen face as his phone received messages one after another.

"But who killed it!"

"Atwater called and found Muñoz on the other side of the South District. Just as we were taking action, he killed two more people."