My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

the next day.

On the road, a white van was driving at a normal speed.

There was nothing unusual about the vehicle from the outside, but the driver passing by could see the two people in the cab wearing gray security uniforms.

The driver was a bald white man with a fierce face and a pair of sunglasses on his nose.

"I'm telling you."

Behind the safety barrier, in the car, an unshaven young man said excitedly: "You don't know, the strip club I went to last night, the Papaya, was so scary."

The excited man raised his head, and it was Rusek.

"I don't believe it." The white man sitting in the passenger seat grabbed his peaked cap and his eyes shone: "Unless you take me over to have a look."

The white man was about the same age as Rusek and had a kind smile.

"No problem." Rusek patted the iron net and said cheerfully: "Tonight, let's go over and play together. I'll buy you two a drink."

He looked away and looked at the shelf next to him.

There are several boxes and bags scattered here, and I don't know what they contain.

The wheel spun and a plastic bag flew away.

The bag rotates with the airflow and hangs on the rearview mirror of the vehicle behind.

"Ploppap."

The plastic bag was scratched and shaking constantly, which made people feel upset just looking at it.

The window was lowered and a finger reached out to brush it away.

"Repeat, the operation code is popcorn." Ethan took his hand back, grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly: "As long as Rusek says the operation code, it means danger, and we have to go up quickly to support him."

"no problem."

"receive."

The voices of Antonio, Horsted, Olinsky and Atwater rang out one after another. Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror. The two cars were hanging far behind, ready to follow each other at any time.

The corner of her eyes glanced to the side, and Irene followed the sway of the vehicle.

She was holding two AR15 barrels in her hands, and inside her coat was a bulletproof vest that had been put on in advance.

Once things change, there is no time for them to take their time.

So in the car, be prepared for emergencies at any time.

Since I didn't know the other party's attack time, I could only follow them since they went to work. From morning to now, I had been wandering around downtown Chicago for more than three hours, and it was almost noon.

"When I change cars later." Erin yawned: "I want to drive!"

After sitting in the passenger seat for so long, she was already very sleepy.

"No problem." Ethan turned the air conditioner, turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, and pointed the middle air outlet in the direction of Irene: "To refresh you."

"asshole."

Erin shivered from the cold and punched him with a wave of his hand.

There was an intersection ahead, the red light turned on, the escort van stopped, and Ethan slowly stepped on the brakes.

"Boom~"

The engine sound sounded, and a Ford F150 roared out and rushed towards his driving seat.

"careful!"

Eileen happened to see this scene, and her face changed in shock.

"Fuck, come again."

This feeling was so familiar that Ethan immediately raised his hands and hugged his head tightly.

"Bang."

The Ford pickup truck slammed into the driver's seat of the Interceptor with great force. The window glass was instantly shattered, and countless pieces of debris were thrown into the car and on the ground next to it like raindrops.

The pickup truck knocked the interceptor's body crooked and then stopped its momentum.

The bulletproof steel plate sandwich on the car door withstood this wave of attacks and did not deform too seriously.

"Popcorn, popcorn."

In the headset, a dull gunshot sounded, and then the action code shouted by Rusek came.

The dizziness from the impact quickly subsided.

"Uh-huh."

Before the vehicle had stabilized, the Python revolver in the holster had been drawn out.

The silver barrel moves quickly.

Under the sunlight, a golden light slipped out.

"boom."

The warhead escaped from the nest, punched a small hole in the windshield next to it, and hit the pickup truck driver hard on the forehead.

The blood mist from the explosion instantly dyed the glass red.

"Bang bang."

Ethan faced the driver's position, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again.

The python continued to move, and a look of despair flashed in the eyes of the man wearing a black hood in the co-pilot.

He never expected that the note inside would react so quickly.

There were two flashes of gunfire, and the black hood on the passenger seat was also killed on the spot by the angry Ethan.

"Squeak~"

The sound of brakes sounded sharply, and the two cars stopped sharply in front of the escort vehicle.

Several black hoods holding submachine guns quickly got out of the car.

With just one glance, Ethan recognized the weapons they were holding, TEC-9 submachine guns, and there were a few more in his own space.

"get off."

He yelled, unbuttoned his seat belt, and threw Erin down.

"Tu tu tu tu."

Several bullets penetrated the shattered windshield and pierced the Ford Interceptor.

In the escort vehicle, Rusek heard a loud noise, which startled him.

"Car accident." The bald man in sunglasses calmly glanced at the rearview mirror. Two cars collided ten meters behind.

He reached out and grabbed it to the side: "Notify the company that the records are abnormal."

These procedures are their company's rules.

Regardless of whether it is directed at them or not, if anything goes wrong on the road, it needs to be recorded.

"Ok, no problem."

The handsome young man in the passenger seat smiled and agreed, then pulled out his pistol with a snap.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the big bald head and the trigger was pulled.

"boom."

After a violent gunshot, his bare head drooped toward the car window next to him.

Blood splashed and fell on Rusek's face,

"Popcorn, popcorn."

He shouted excitedly, opened the door of the carriage and rushed out.

Listening to several gunshots from behind, Rusek rolled rapidly on the ground and pulled the Glock out of his waist.

The brakes sounded and four people got out of the car.

"Bang bang bang."

Rusek pulled the trigger and quickly ran towards the car parked on the side of the road. The people behind chased him and opened fire. The bullets hit the car body with a popping sound.

His scalp felt numb and he flew forward.

He lay heavily on the ground and chewed a mouthful of dust.

Erin pushed open the door and got out of the car.

She picked up the AR15 and relied on the car door to fight back.

"Rusek."

Erin took advantage of the opportunity and shouted to him lying behind the vehicle: "Run!"

If you stay in that position, you will easily get shot. Irene quickly pulled the trigger, and the gunfire flashed, providing Rusek with cover fire.

"Farke."

Rusek mustered up his courage and ran away using his hands and feet.

The bullets from behind clattered onto the pavement, raising pieces of broken bricks.

Two more sharp brakes sounded, and the incident occurred suddenly. Antonio and the others rushed to the scene with their accelerators furiously pumped, and fired back with guns.

Here at the intersection, there was a flurry of gunfire.

"ah!!!"

Pedestrians ran and screamed.

The people in the car huddled together in fear, praying frantically that they would not be hit by stray bullets.

"Step aside."

Ethan was unable to raise his head due to the strafing fire from the opposite side. Irene took up the position of the car door again. He shouted anxiously: "Back off, give me a place to come out."

"Shet."

Only then did Irene react. She opened fire and retreated back along the vehicle as a cover.

Normally, only the position of the engine and wheel hub can withstand the power of bullets, but with the car body as a cover, it can disrupt the opponent's line of sight, and secondly, even if the bullet penetrates the car body, it can reduce the lethality a little.

With an opening, Ethan quickly got out.

Pick up the AR15 that fell on the ground and start joining the battle.

In fact, not only Ethan and the others did not expect so many armed gangsters to appear, but even the gangsters did not expect so many police officers to suddenly appear.

Moreover, the two people responsible for blocking him died too quickly.

The role played is negligible.

In this case, three people quickly took away the things from the escort vehicle and retreated while beating them.

"Bang bang bang."

The other two black hoods raised their submachine guns high and fired wildly in the direction of the gunfire, buying the three men some time.

"hurry up."

After one of the black hoods fired a few shots, he broke out and cursed: "Fake, why are there so many notes?"

He turned around tremblingly, but his body was shaken violently.

Then dozens of bullets were poured on his body, bringing up clouds of blood mist.

"Crack."

The submachine gun fell to the ground first and jumped twice.

Ethan and Irene's AR15s spurted out tongues of flame one after another, taking this guy away in a wave.

"boom!"

The engine roared and the tires scraped wildly.

The three people responsible for getting the things took advantage of this gap and quickly got into the vehicle parked in front of the escort vehicle and fled the scene quickly.

"Wait a moment."

The last black hood at the scene jumped up excitedly: "Wait a minute, I haven't gotten in the car yet."

He hurriedly pulled the trigger and stepped back at the same time:

"You bastards, come back quickly."

"I haven't gotten in the car yet!!!"

Bullets whizzed, hitting him from several directions at the same time, piercing his body fiercely. The black hood fell back and fell heavily to the ground, muttering angrily: "I haven't gotten in the car yet!"

I saw the person on the ground twitching and then stopped moving.

The people hiding behind the bunkers lowered their guns and walked out stepping on the bullet casings on the ground.

"Shet."

Seeing the vehicle going away, Ethan cursed secretly and quickly picked up the intercom: "Police number 99527 emergency call, we have a crossfire between multiple people, immediately send an ambulance to the intersection near 1400 West Roosevelt Road."

"Three armed suspects fled north in a black Mustang and patrols were organized to pursue them."

"There are multiple injuries here and there are plainclothes agents present."

"Copy that, Chief Morgan." The voice from the liaison desk said, "We'll make arrangements right away."

The scene was in chaos. People from the intelligence team abandoned their cars and came over to participate in the shootout. If they ran back to drive at this time, the day lily would be cold.

As he spoke, the escaping Mustang disappeared from sight.

Ten minutes later, the two cars stopped quickly.

Perry and Hank got out of the car one after another. They lifted the warning tape and looked at the scene with frowning eyebrows.

There were bullet casings everywhere on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

After taking a look at the body that was beaten like a hornet's nest, the two of them walked to the side, where Ethan was talking on the phone.

"what's going on?"

Perry saw him hang up the phone and asked first.

"Robbery the escort vehicle." Ethan put his phone in his pocket and said with a shrug: "I just asked the escort company, you will never guess how much money was put in the car."

"Forty thousand dollars."

He stretched out four fingers and gestured to Hank and Perry: "It's only 40,000, six armed gangsters were dispatched, and there was an internal agent. Can you believe it?"

"impossible."

Perry shook his head: "There is definitely something more important inside."

"Yes, I feel the same way." Hank put his hands on his hips and looked around the messy scene.

"In addition to cash, I have asked the escort company to contact the customer and ask what is inside." Ethan nodded and continued:

"As long as we know what they're really here for, we'll have a clue."

"Sheriff."

Antonio walked over with his mobile phone, spread his hands and said, "The gunman doesn't have any identification documents on him."

Hank subconsciously wanted to say something, but quickly realized that it wasn't calling him.

"Fingerprints, license plate number?"

Ethan pressed for other information.

"The guys from the forensics office are collecting fingerprints and will send the information to us later." Antonio nodded to Perry and Hank and continued:

"The license plate number has been checked and it is forged."

"The chassis number was also checked, and it matches the numbers of several vehicles stolen in the West District a week ago."

The license plate was fake and the vehicle was stolen.

No matter who it was, he was very cautious when doing this job.

"Are any of your own injured?" Hank looked at Ethan. This was what he was most concerned about now. Unexpectedly, on the third day after leaving, a gun battle broke out among all the people here.

When he received the news, he immediately drove over with Perry.

It is reasonable for him to come here, after all, the intelligence team is also within his scope of responsibility.

"No."

Ethan shook his head and said with a smile:

"I need a different car, though."

Hank immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the Ford Interceptor that was riddled with holes. He felt a little dumbfounded, but it was okay. The police station didn't have many things, just cars.

"Get this done."

Perry patted Ethan on the shoulder and turned to leave.

A large-scale gun battle broke out. As the branch chief, he naturally wanted to come over and take a look at the situation.

Since he is fine, he still has a lot of things to deal with.

After Hank said hello to several people in the intelligence team, he quickly drove away. The violent crimes team had so many things going on that he had no time to spare.

"Collect all the information on site."

Looking at the vehicles going away, Ethan turned around and issued orders repeatedly: "The identity of the internal agent must be found out. Who recruited him and who arranged his shifts. I need to find the answer."

"All dead gunmen, take pictures."

"Photos of these four people were distributed to various branches across the city."

He paused and continued: "These things are not something ordinary people can do. I must have been a restless master before. Maybe someone will discover something."

"Copy that, sir."

"Got it, Sheriff."

Everyone responded one after another and dispersed. (End of chapter)