My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The golden retriever reached for his nose and looked at the oil in his hand.

He was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

His face turned green and white for a while, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire. He stood up suddenly.

"The doctor told me."

Ethan slowly chewed the tender beef and the fragrant dry rice noodles, and said vaguely: "I need to recuperate for a few days."

The Python revolver was drawn from its holster, and he cracked the hammer open and placed it on the table.

The bright muzzle of the gun was pointed at the golden retriever.

"I don't want to kill anyone these two days." Picking up a piece of siomai and putting it in his mouth, Ethan glanced at it again: "You don't want me to break the precept, right?"

Looking at the pistol placed on the table, the golden retriever blinked quickly.

The broken hammer seemed ready to fall at any time.

"Ayong!"

Mr. Hong, who was opposite him, threw his handkerchief aside and scolded: "You are so frizzy, what do you look like? Sit down."

After the boy with a tuft of golden hair sat down, Mr. Hong picked up the teacup and blew away the foam.

He looked at Ethan and asked with a smile:

"Officer, how does it taste?"

"The taste of Fulong Restaurant is one of the best in Chinatown."

"Not bad." Ethan nodded, continued his hand movements, and quickly finished the fried beef river.

Gene, this clever little guy, immediately poured him a cup of tea.

"I am Ethan Morgan." Ethan wiped his mouth and took a sip of tea: "Your name is Mr. Hong, right."

While speaking, his fingers gently moved the handle of the python gun.

"That's right."

When Mr. Hong saw the direction of the gun being pointed at him, he twitched his eyes and said in a deep voice, "This is also the face given by friends in the world."

"Are you telling me that you have many friends?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows: "I have more friends. They can be called with just one phone call. I don't have to pay for settlement expenses or medical expenses."

"There are over 10,000 police officers in Chicago, all of them carry guns, and they are all legal."

"Helicopters, armored vehicles."

“There’s everything you can think of and everything you can’t imagine.”

"How about it, do you want to touch it?"

"I have a lot of time. I can play with you every day. I promise it won't be the same."

You can't give a good face to such people.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong means these bastards, who specifically target their own people.

"I did not mean that."

Mr. Hong's city was pretty good, so he asked calmly: "Sir, I wonder what's the matter with you coming here today?"

"I'm still in a hurry, so I won't talk nonsense to you."

Ethan stretched his hand to the side, and Gene quickly took out the money from the paper bag and put it in his hand.

"Bang."

A large pile of cash was thrown directly onto the table by Ethan, and various refreshments were smashed over, making it a mess.

"Here's a hundred thousand dollars."

Ethan put his hand on the Python revolver and returned the hammer to its original position: "This is the money Gene's father borrowed from your casino. Now it will be returned in full."

He put the pistol back into the holster and put the police badge on his clothes.

"Their family's savings were all wasted, and all the money they paid for the mortgage on their house was lost."

Ethan said with a cold face: "This is his father's fault. I don't blame you."

"But I think you should stop when you're done, what do you think?"

"Impossible." A Yong next to him said hurriedly: "That old guy owes us 250,000 yuan. Do you want to get rid of us for 100,000 yuan?"

"Now there are only 90,000."

Ethan took a wad of cash from the table and put it back in his pocket, then looked at the bunch of golden retrievers: "Do you have anything else to say?"

"you."

Ah Yong was trembling so hard that he wanted to stretch out his fingers.

"Shut up." Master Hong scolded him: "As long as I'm here, when will it be your turn to speak."

It can be seen that this Hong Ye has a lot of authority.

Ayong immediately closed his mouth and stared at him fiercely.

"This sir."

Mr. Hong nodded: "You are a person, I like you."

"Last time a Chinese child was killed, you were the one who caught the murderer, right?"

"Precinct 21, Intelligence Group." He looked at Hank, who had been silent, and switched to not very fluent English: "Hank Boyt, you don't know me, but I know you."

"Just 90,000, I'll make friends with you."

"This account has been settled."

When he heard about Chinese children, Ayong thought of something and his eyes narrowed a little.

"I'm not familiar with you."

Hank took a step forward and said expressionlessly: "I hope you are a man of your word."

"You accept the money." Ethan pinched a shrimp dumpling from the bamboo drawer and threw it into his mouth: "If I let you know, there are still people who will harass Gene and his family."

"I won't bother you."

Master Hong looked at him and said with a smile, "I can do it myself."

"good."

Ethan gave him a thumbs up, stood up and left.

The group of people walked downstairs, and Gene let out a heavy breath as if he was relieved of his burden.

The vampire-like loan shark disappears from his head. As long as he works hard, his life will always get better.

"Thanks."

He excitedly said words of thanks to several people.

"You're welcome, we're all our own people." Zhan Mi patted his shoulder and looked to the side: "Even if I wasn't here just now, Ethan can still handle it for you."

"To be honest, no one has dared to point a gun at Mr. Hong for many years."

He smiled and shook his head, said hello to Hank again, then turned and left.

"Do you have a dick?"

Hank asked in a deep voice as he looked at Jimmy's leaving vehicle.

"some."

Ethan nodded, he didn't lack that thing now, "But I need a car."

"Uh-huh."

A bunch of keys flew over.

Taking the key into his hand, Ethan smiled.

This thing is the key to Hank's secret base and the warehouse next to the dock. The Camry is also an essential tool for their evil deeds.

"You go get the car first." Hank looked at the time:

"I'll call you when you're ready."

Gene followed Hank back to the police station, and Ethan got in the car and drove to the dock warehouse.

Since Edwin likes to threaten others, let him have a taste of being threatened. For Sumner's sake, he will not kill him.

But there are some flavors that he must try.

Half an hour later, Ethan drove to a remote intersection.

Stop the car and pull up the hood.

With a wave of his arm, two Uzi submachine guns appeared on the passenger seat.

Remove the magazine, make sure it is full of bullets, and then turn the speed switch to semi-automatic mode.

He opened the car door and took a few steps forward.

He was behind the grass, waiting quietly.

Not far ahead was an abandoned mine, where Hank asked Edwin to meet, and it was almost time.

He tapped his submachine gun lightly with his fingers. After a while, smoke and dust rose in the distance, and a car drove over.

You can see Edwin sitting in the driver's seat from a distance. His face is resolute and he has the demeanor of a mature man.

I have to say, some women just like this.

This bastard's eloquence must be pretty good, and he can charm Sumner, a female police detective who does things simply and straightforwardly.

When I thought of this, the car was approaching.

Ethan turned around suddenly and picked up the two submachine guns hanging on his body.

"Da da da."

There was a flash of fire from the muzzle, and the bullet crackled on the tire, and moved up, through the hood, and towards the empty passenger seat.

Edwin was driving leisurely when he was suddenly attacked.

The car body rattled and the glass was smashed.

Hearing the sound of bullets flying by, he was so frightened that he pushed the door open without hesitation, turned over and jumped out of the car.

"Bang."

The body fell heavily onto the gravel road and rolled several times quickly.

Bumps, scrapes, sand and gravel flying.

The whole person was so dizzy that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. Edwin endured the severe pain and quickly pulled out the Glock from his body.

Footsteps sounded, approaching him quickly.

"Farke!"

He roared, swung the muzzle of the gun towards the place where the footsteps came from, and was about to pull the trigger with his finger.

"Bang."

Afterimages flashed and heavy boots kicked hard on his hands.

Before a shot was fired, Glock was kicked into the air, spinning, and landed more than ten meters away.

"Shet."

Before Edwin could react, he was kicked over and stamped on the ground.

"Don't shoot, don't."

His face was deformed by the pressure, and his rapid breathing blew up the dust on the ground: "I am a senior official of the Chicago Police Department's Internal Affairs Department. No matter who you are, please don't do stupid things."

"Kill me and all the police in Chicago will not let you go."

"If you have any requests, please tell me as soon as possible."

Damn it, Ethan was so angry that he would stare at the police’s butts to make trouble when nothing happened, and when something happened, he would use the police as a shield.

This kind of behavior is a little too shameless.

"Don't kill me." Edwin continued to shout in horror: "I am a policeman, and you don't want to be a police killer, right?"

"No matter where you escape, you will be caught."

"I have money, I can give you money, one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, whatever."

"boom."

A gunshot interrupted his words.

Ethan stepped on his head and pulled the trigger one after another.

He waved the submachine gun with his left and right hands together, spraying flames from the muzzle and shooting continuously along Edwin's body.

"ah!!!"

Edwin howled crazily, but his body didn't dare to move at all.

He felt the bullets hitting him one after another, the gravel flying, and the pain on his body. He could no longer control his bladder and it leaked for thousands of miles.

Edwin's butt also followed the sound of the gunfire, twitching wildly.

"Da da da."

After firing seven or eight more shots at the soaked ground between his legs, Ethan finally let go of the trigger.

"Farke, Farke."

He actually howled loudly and shouted in a tearful voice: "You are a devil, Fakeyu."

"boom."

Another bullet hit him ten centimeters directly in front of his eyes.

When Edwin saw the plume of smoke, he was shocked and closed his mouth completely.

Releasing the trigger, Ethan smiled.

He didn't speak, but let go of the submachine gun, picked up an empty cartridge case, put his hand in front of Edwin's eyes, squeezed hard, and deflated the cartridge case.

Then he put away the foot that was holding Edwin's head and stepped back step by step.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of a car ringing and then fading away that Edwin suddenly turned over, covered his crotch with his hands, and let out a series of screams.

Return to the dock warehouse and change all your clothes.

Even the brand new boots that were two sizes too big were thrown into a garbage bag, and everything was disposed of cleanly before driving back to the police station in the Ford Interceptor.

Let Edwin enjoy being threatened first and let him know that others are not just talkers.

As long as some bottom lines are exceeded, others will definitely treat them in the same way.

Soon he would realize that it was Hank's fault. If he was afraid, he would naturally negotiate with Hank. If he was not afraid, it would not be a stroke next time.

"Buzz~"

While driving, the phone next to me vibrated.

He took a look and pressed answer:

"I'm listening."

"How did things go?" Hank's voice came.

"It's done." Ethan slowly stepped on the accelerator: "Just wait for the call. I will return to the police station now."

"Go to this place."

Hank told him the address and continued: "We just received the case, and we are getting ready to go now."

"OK."

Ethan checked the direction and hung up the phone.

Turning the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator, the Ford Interceptor's police lights flashed and it passed directly over the cars in front and drove forward at high speed.

Not long after, we came to a construction site.

Two patrol officers have arrived at the scene and are pulling up the cordon.

"bump."

Slamming the car door, he strode over: "Branch 21, Intelligence Team, what happened here."

"Hey, Ethan."

The policewoman turned around with her back to him, her little face turned red from the cold: "Why are you the only one who came here by yourself?"

"They'll be here in a minute."

It turned out to be Burgess. Ethan looked at the other patrol officer. Her partner was a pot-bellied guy who must have been in his fifties.

When the male patrolman saw that they knew each other, he yawned and walked aside.

"Don't look at it, I haven't had any luck at all during this time."

Burgess put down the security tape, put his hands into his bulletproof vest and said depressedly: "My partners during this period are the kind of people I don't even know what to say."

"Can you believe it?"

She said angrily: "That guy just parked his car behind a supermarket and fell asleep directly."

"Not only that, he didn't even bother to respond to the information from the liaison desk."

This guy had a lot of resentment. He started complaining and sighed. After he finished speaking, he sighed.

Burgess is a very motivated person, and it is indeed torture to partner with these people.

But it’s hard for Ethan to say anything, he’s just fishing at work!

I am very familiar with this stuff.

"What happened here?" He covered his mouth and coughed dryly.

"This way."

Only then did Burgess remember the business, swung his ponytail and walked towards a container on the ground next to him.

When he came to the blue container, Ethan knew why he had contacted the intelligence team and couldn't help but slow down a little. The cabinet door was ajar, and there were broken iron locks and chains on the ground.

The focus is on the top. There are several explosives signs posted on the cabinet door.

"Please."

He spread his hands and said helplessly: "It must not be what I think."

Big chapter, thank you to Brother Yegui No. 18 for your reward and support, thank you!