My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

He moved the mouse and opened emails one after another.

"Most of these emails were sent by that guy to his girlfriend in Moscow."

The black-haired man took a sip of coffee and continued: "They are filled with love letters and irrelevant nonsense."

"ah!!!"

"Da." He quickly closed the video file and sniffed: "No need to explain this, you guys understand."

Erin was a little embarrassed and walked to her seat.

"Go through all the emails in the past few days, don't worry." Hank held his shoulders: "This is for Antonio, you understand."

"Of course I understand."

The man took a sip of coffee and said, "Otherwise, why do you think I came here?"

The Chase Room became extremely quiet, only the clicks of the mouse could be heard.

Everyone is waiting anxiously, hoping to find some clues as soon as possible. It is still not sure what the connection between Schnetnovsky and Ba Zhao is. Something must be found to facilitate the interrogation.

Otherwise, it will be easy for the other party to see that you don't know anything, and things will be too passive.

Ten minutes later, Hank’s friend waved his arm:

"This should be what you are looking for, and it is the only thing that is relevant to today."

"What is it?"

Everyone quickly gathered around, and Hank held onto the computer screen.

"This is an email from Aeroflot Cargo." His friend pointed to the newly pop-up window: "The email also has this attachment, which is a customs clearance list for transporting trailers. The goods displayed on it are two off-road vehicles. .”

"The cargo flight will take these two SUVs from Chicago to Moscow."

"Look at the date, it's today."

"Let's go." Hank picked up his friend and walked to the interrogation room with the computer: "We need to talk to this Slav."

Everyone followed and headed to the observation room.

"bump."

In the interrogation room, Hank put the computer down in front of Schnetnovsky and tapped the screen with his fingers.

Without any words, just the moment he saw the attachment, the Slav's eyes became panicked and he glanced at Hank quickly.

"tell him."

Hank looked at his friend, then at the Slav: "What I want is Octopus, not him."

"If he cooperates, he can choose any of his subordinates to identify Ke Fen, and I will let him leave."

"There will be no prosecution, no prison life."

"Are you serious?"

With a thick accent, Schnetnovsky said in a muffled voice.

Not fluent, but able to speak.

Hey, this old boy is really pretending.

"I'm Hank Boyt." Hank gritted his teeth and didn't care about these details. He leaned down and looked at the Slav:

"You should have heard my name when you were hanging out in Chicago."

“I am a man of my word, I can say it and I can do it.”

"Boit."

The Slav repeated his name and nodded slowly: "I have indeed heard of your name. You are a trustworthy person."

"So can we come to an agreement?"

Hank stretched out his palm and said in a deep voice.

"Can."

The Slav hesitated and shook his hand vigorously.

The atmosphere in the observation room was a little awkward. This was not a police interrogation of a prisoner, but more like two gang bosses negotiating.

Horsted would not think anything of this kind of thing.

Not to mention them, even the state prosecutor will often make compromises with criminals in order to smoothly carry out the case without having to face the jury.

"We're a new gang."

The Slav's big tongue sounded a rich voice: "Bazhao helped us and provided supplies. I owe him a favor, so I also provide him with help."

While speaking, he reached out and tapped the computer screen next to him.

"Transshipment route of the trailer." Hank took out his notebook and put it on the table:

"There is still a specific time, thank you."

Now that the decision had been made, the Slavs no longer hesitated, picked up the pen and started writing.

"Yo."

Ethan pressed the intercom, chewed gum and said, "If that Slav lies to us, I will beat his ass to pieces when we go back."

Fifty or sixty meters ahead, the figure in the driver's seat of the Cadillac flashed.

"No." Hank's voice sounded: "This kind of person is very loyal, but he also cares about interests."

"The depth of friendship is nothing more than the price they pay when they betray others."

"The conditions I made were irresistible to him."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel, looked in the rearview mirror and waited patiently.

In fact, one issue is the price, and the other is the reputation that Hank has built up in Chicago over decades.

No matter if the reputation is good or bad.

As long as he says something and agrees to go out, others will know that Boyt can trust him.

This is the most important thing. If it were anyone else, even if they lied to each other, the Slavs would feel that they were being deceived and would not cooperate easily.

The place they were in was a remote street.

The tractor-trailer will pass here and go to the cargo airport to load the contents of the container onto the cargo plane.

If nothing else, Ba Zhao would be hiding inside the off-road vehicle in the container.

And Ethan prepared thirty small gifts for him.

The remaining members of the intelligence team also parked their vehicles on both sides of the street, forming a large pocket.

Once you're here, you can't run away.

A few minutes later, Ethan's fingers tapping on the steering wheel suddenly stopped, and a truck appeared in the rearview mirror, pulling a container behind it.

With a thought, he turned on the radar.

When the vehicle passes by, the windows vibrate slightly.

One, two, three. In addition to the cab, there are two light spots in the container behind.

"Target appears."

Ethan pressed the intercom and picked up the AR15.

Hank and Orlinsky in front started the vehicle and turned the steering wheel quickly.

The vehicle was parked diagonally and crisscrossed in the middle of the road.

The police lights flashed, blocking the direction of the truck.

The two quickly got out of the car, holding a gun in one hand and a police badge in the other.

Facing the threat of gunpoint, the driver quickly stepped on the brakes and raised his hands, not daring to do anything strange.

"Come down."

Hank ran forward, pulled the driver out of the cab, and quickly locked the handcuffs.

When the two came to the back, there was already half a circle.

Holding a large iron pliers more than one meter long in his hand, Horsted looked at Hank nervously with some hesitation in his eyes.

"Do it."

Hank ordered: "Do what we're supposed to do."

"boom."

There was a crisp sound and the chain was cut.

Rusek rushed forward regardless of the danger. He grabbed the handle and opened the iron door to a crack of more than ten centimeters.

Ethan and Olinsky looked at each other and pulled out the pull tabs in their hands at the same time. The two flash bombs rolled and flew into the gap. Rusek quickly pressed the iron door back and closed it tightly. .

Flash bombs not only emit strong light, but are also accompanied by huge noise, which is enough to deafen people in a sealed environment.

"Bang bang."

There were two loud noises, and the entire container shook.

A bright light flashed. No one dared to look at the gap. Most people here had suffered a loss.

"ah!!!"

As two heartbreaking screams rang out, Ethan held the gun and shouted: "Open the door."

Rusek reacted quickly and opened the door hard.

Inside the container, white smoke filled the air.

But you can still see that there are two off-road vehicles parked inside.

Octopus and Cowboy pushed open the tailgate in pain and rolled out of the car.

"Cough cough cough."

BaZhao coughed violently and waved his hands desperately: "I'll vote."

"There's a gun!"

Ethan was standing outside the door, standing with his feet astride. He roared, holding the AR15 and suddenly pulling the trigger.

"Da da da."

Crazy gunfire sounded, and bullet casings kept flying out of the ejection port.

"Bang bang bang."

Olinsky next to him also raised his Glock with one hand and fired wildly.

"Bang."

The Remington in Hank's hand pumped hard, and shotgun blasted out from the muzzle, sweeping across the area.

Affected by this, Rusek and Irene also quickly pulled the trigger. After hesitating for less than a second, Horsted gritted his teeth and followed their actions.

Six people stood in a semicircle, and bullets of revenge flew into the container like raindrops.

Thanks to brother Agenus for the reward and support, thank you!