My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang."

Letting go, Chris fell to the ground.

"very good."

Pulling Chris to the chair and sitting down, Ethan waved his hand and tidied up this guy's messy clothes: "About this Tian, ​​you continue to talk, I'm listening."

Seeing the smiling face of the note, Chris was shocked.

Letting the other party sort out his clothes, he swallowed and said in a panic: "Oscar only told us that there were only three notes at the scene."

"That undercover cop, we just need to shoot him and scare him away."

"As for the car following behind, just knock them out and everything will be fine."

"He never said there would be that many police officers."

Chris raised his handcuffed hands and said excitedly: "Believe me, we never thought about killing the cop. Everyone knows what the outcome will be."

This guy has an extremely serious expression.

It was also obvious from his body movements that he was not lying.

But it didn't affect Ethan's continued deception.

"I'm right there."

Ethan grabbed his hair and shouted sternly: "On the car that was hit."

"Those bullets coming my way, tell me you're lying."

"I'm serious." Chris bared his teeth and shouted in pain: "The plan is to scare you away, but I don't know where Tian came from. He must be too excited."

"Yes, that's right."

"Come on, they must have been hit on the head."

Ethan let go of his hand and wiped it twice on this guy's clothes.

A hand full of hair wax, so disgusting.

He pinched Chris's face again: "Tell me, what conditions did Oscar give you?"

"One hundred thousand dollars."

At this point, Chris poured it out like beans from a bamboo tube: "And the whole harvest in the car."

"He said there were two hundred thousand dollars in it, but we only found forty thousand."

"This is too little money for something like this."

"Tian threatened Oscar. If he doesn't come up with 600,000, we won't hand over the evidence to him."

"That is to say." Ethan narrowed his eyes:

"Do you still have what Oscar needs?"

"That's right." Chris nodded: "We threatened that if Oscar didn't come up with the money, we would throw the evidence at the door of a police station."

"Then what?" Eileen heard this and asked quickly:

"Has he agreed?"

"Yes, I agreed." Chris spread his hands and said dejectedly: "We agreed that at 12 o'clock today, he will come with the money, and we will trade in an abandoned factory by the lake."

Upon hearing the news, Ethan and Erin exchanged glances.

Both people's faces showed joy.

"The transaction is proceeding normally." Ethan reached out and tapped Chris, and said sternly: "You have to cooperate with us to carry out the matter smoothly."

"As long as Oscar is caught, I will help you plead with the prosecutor."

"Ok, no problem."

Chris immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Take him to the cage."

Ethan said something to the one-way glass, and then opened the door of the interrogation room.

Atwater and Rusek walked out from the side and quickly escorted Chris to the garage. He checked his watch. There were still five minutes to ten o'clock, and there was still a lot of time.

After standing in front of the whiteboard in the chase room for a while, Ethan told what happened before when Rusek and the others came up.

"By the way, have any of our own died?"

Nadia from behind raised her hand cautiously and asked.

Just out of curiosity, she ran over to listen.

"No." Erin shook her head and said softly: "This is a lie to Chris."

After speaking, she raised her finger to her mouth.

Nadia understood instantly and immediately shut her mouth. At the same time, she sighed. She didn't expect that they would still play such tricks when interrogating prisoners.

When a Chicago police officer was killed, the seriousness of the matter was naturally raised to the highest level.

Many people on the road also know the seriousness of killing people.

If they knew that a police officer had been killed, many people would be unable to bear the pressure and would cooperate and tell everything.

The situation yesterday was a mess.

Chris definitely couldn't figure out whether there were dead people. Ethan took advantage of this information asymmetry and played a trick on him.

Glancing at Nadia, Ethan continued:

"There's no rush to get the evidence back now. Let's use this opportunity to set up a trap for Oscar."

"As long as it is confirmed that he hired gunmen to snatch the key evidence in the case, he can be directly crucified. Whether the evidence is still useful or not is no longer important."

"I agree."

Orlinsky scratched his beard: "But we have to call Horsted back first, so Oscar can't notice that something is wrong."

"Irene called him to come back." Ethan immediately gave the order:

"Olinsky, Rusek, you two install a bug and positioning tracking on Chris, and then let him go. Don't make his accomplices suspicious."

"Follow him at the same time and don't let him lose control."

"Others." Ethan slapped the whiteboard hard: "Come with me to the abandoned factory in advance to ambush."

"clear."

"knew."

Everyone responded one after another.

Others headed to the garage to prepare for departure.

Ethan came to the reception hall and found Pratt. He knocked on the table and asked, "Where are Burgess and Roman?"

"lounge."

Pratt took off his glasses and asked quickly: "What was the result of the interrogation?"

If there is a major breakthrough in the person captured by the patrol, she will be happy, so she will also care about this matter.

"Not bad." Ethan gave a thumbs up:

"Call them two over. The intelligence team will take action later and need backup support."

"no problem."

Pratt nodded and picked up the phone.

Abandoned factory buildings by the lake.

Here is a small abandoned industrial area.

In an overgrown alley, there were several cars parked, and a circle of people gathered in front of one of them, a Cadillac.

This group of people all wore bulletproof vests.

They also had various firearms hanging on their bodies, looking murderous.

A breeze blew, blowing the map placed on the hood, and slender fingers quickly pressed it up to fix the map.

"Burgess."

Ethan slid his fingertips and clicked on a place on the map: "You and Roman stay in this alley. After hearing the action order, immediately drive out and block the door of the factory."

The place he pointed to was very hidden.

Not only will it not be seen by passing vehicles, but it can also be dispatched quickly and stop people who want to escape in the factory in the shortest possible time.

Everyone looked at it and nodded.

There is no place nearby that is more suitable for a police car to ambush than this place, and I don’t know how Ethan chose this place at once. Rusek attributed it to his amazing combat intuition.

In fact, they don't know that Ethan will habitually bring into the criminal's mind when he acts.

He always thinks about what he would do if he were himself.

"knew."

Burgess's ponytail twitched, she patted Roman on the shoulder, and the two of them walked to the police car behind.

"I do not understand."

As Roman walked, he asked in a low voice: "Why did the intelligence team let us participate in the arrest operation? In previous jurisdictions, it was usually not our patrol police's turn to intervene in this kind of thing."

"Maybe it's because we helped catch Chris."

Burgess buttoned up his bulletproof vest and quickly came up with an excuse: "Chief Morgan wants to give us some exercise."

"All right."

Roman shrugged, accepting the explanation.

Seeing the patrol car leaving, Ethan put away the drawings. Erin, Antonio, Atwater, and Horsted were looking over eagerly.

"You two."

Ethan clicked on Antonio and Atwater with the rolled-up drawing: "Form a team. Let's go to the factory first and find a suitable place to hide."

"Eileen, you and Horsted."

"Remember, we must wait until Oscar hands over the money before we can take action."

"That's right."

Antonio buttoned up his bulletproof vest, waved his hand and said, "As for that piece of evidence, let's leave it alone."

"Regardless of whether the seal of the evidence bag has been opened or whether the chain of evidence has been broken, that is an issue that the State Attorney's Office needs to consider. As long as he hands over the money and makes a deal, we can convict Oscar. "

"besides."

He looked at Ethan and said seriously: "If possible, try not to kill anyone."

"We need these guys to testify against Oscar, and giving him a life sentence is what we need to do."

"I know." Ethan shrugged.

Looking around at everyone, he waved and said, "Let's go, take action."

Leaving a few cars behind, they walked towards an abandoned factory not far away. They climbed over the wall and quickly found a suitable place to hide.

"Chris and the others have already set off."

Olinsky's voice came from the headset: "We are driving in your direction."

"Three people, one car."

"Although you can't see it, there is a high probability that they are carrying weapons. Everyone should be careful."

Ethan broke off a grass stem and played with it in his hand:

"I know, you should also be careful."

The sun was so strong at noon that he sweated on his forehead. Diagonally opposite, the iron door of the small factory building was opened a crack.

Through the gap, Atwater was seen poking his head inside.

"Antonio."

Ethan pressed the tiny microphone again: "You two stand back, it's too obvious."

After the words fell, the gap in the iron door immediately became smaller.

Atwater and Antonio took two steps back and disappeared into the darkness.

In the other direction, Erin and Horsted were hiding behind a large trash can, plus Ethan squatting behind a pile of abandoned machines. They formed a triangle and surrounded the open space in the middle of the factory.

The air is filled with the smell of rust.

Ethan rubbed his nose, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waited for the party to start.

I have been squatting here for more than an hour, and my back is soaked, but there is nothing I can do, this is what I do.

Ten minutes later, Ethan heard a movement.

He quickly raised his head and looked outside the wall. A puff of dust rolled up and was blown away by the lake breeze.

It was obvious that a car was coming.

"Target appears."

Pressing the microphone, Ethan leaned closer and whispered: "Everyone, stay quiet."

Soon, a Corolla stopped at the front door of the factory.

Chris got out of the car, walked to the iron gate with a pair of large pliers, and looked inside intently. A gust of wind blew by, and the weeds in the yard swayed from side to side.

On the surface, there is nothing unusual.

He swallowed, raised the bolt cutters in his hand, and clamped them hard on the iron chain wrapped around the door.

"boom."

The arm exerted force and the chain broke.

Chris wiped his sweat, pushed open the iron gate, and motioned for the people in the car to drive in.

Corolla stopped in the middle of the yard, and the two people inside got out of the car one after another. They all adjusted their clothes and placed the guns in the most convenient position.

Since he dares to blackmail, he certainly won’t come here empty-handed.

Chris threw the large pliers into the car and took a look at the sealed yellow bag inside. He also held down the pistol on his waist and leaned against the car.

It's just that he was a little impatient and kept tapping the handle of the gun with his fingers.

A slight tinkling sound attracted the attention of others.

"Relax."

A short-haired man held the TEC-9 submachine gun stuck on his belt and said nonchalantly: "We are not fooling around in vain. Oscar doesn't dare to do anything."

"With 600,000, we can just go out and have fun for a year or two."

"Oh, I see."

Chris wiped his sweat again and smiled stiffly.

I don’t know how many guns are pointed at me now. Why don’t you go to prison to play!

I don’t know if I can stay squatting for a few less years.

Just when Chris was thinking wildly, another puff of smoke and dust rose in the distance.

Soon, a black Mercedes-Benz slowly drove into the factory and stopped next to them.

The car door opened and five people got out.

There were three people in black suits, and the other two were wearing golf shirts. The one in the head was Oscar, his forehead shining brightly, and next to him was his brother Jacob.

As the black suit moves around, a submachine gun hanging under his arm is looming.

Jacob held a travel bag in his hand.

When they saw the bag, except for Chris, the other two people all looked happy.

"Tian."

Oscar put one hand in his pocket and walked up to Inn'ou: "We have been cooperating for so long, why do you want to break the rules?"

"Some things don't need to be said."

Tian took a step forward unceremoniously, pressed the handle of the gun and said, "You are right, we have been cooperating for so long, why did you hide the information from me? I killed four people."

"Sorry, my fault." Oscar raised his hands and said helplessly:

"The information I received is indeed what I told you. There is nothing hidden."

"But forget it, let's put these things down."

"Jacob."

He lowered his hands and moved his fingers.

Jacob, who was standing next to him, picked up the travel bag and opened the zipper. Inside the bag was a dense pile of banknotes.

"Six hundred thousand dollars."

Oscar smiled and stretched out his hand: "A penny is a lot, where are my things now?" (End of Chapter)