My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Tian's breathing became heavy when he saw the cash in the bag.

He released his hand from the handle of the gun and waved to Chris standing behind: "Take the things out."

Chris took out the yellow bag from the car and handed it to Tian.

After letting go, he quietly took two steps back.

"The stuff is right here."

Tian patted the evidence bag and said in a deep voice: "It's a good time for everyone, I hope you don't play any tricks."

After speaking, he threw the evidence bag to Oscar.

After getting what he was longing for, Oscar couldn't wait to tear open the seal. When he saw the T-shirt inside, he nodded with satisfaction.

"good."

Oscar smiled and looked at Jacob: "Give them the money."

"No problem." Jacob grinned and threw the heavy travel bag forward.

The travel bag drew a parabola and flew to the opposite side.

Tian and the other person couldn't help but look at the bag and raised their hands at the same time, happily welcoming this huge wealth.

"Uh-huh."

The three men in black suits lifted up their coats in unison and placed their palms firmly on the handles of their guns.

Killing intent flashed in their eyes, submachine guns raised.

next moment.

"Chicago police."

Following a loud roar, several figures rushed towards him from three directions.

"lay down your weapon."

"Kneel down!"

The few people who suddenly rushed out were all wearing bulletproof vests, shaking assault rifles and shotguns, and they were still yelling.

At the same time, a siren buzzed nearby.

Blue light shines, approaching quickly.

"flutter."

The travel bag hit me and a wad of money fell out.

Tian looked at the three submachine guns pointing at him and the cash falling on the ground. He didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

"Put your hands up."

Ethan strode over with an AR15 and shouted sternly: "Kneel down and raise your hands."

The role of patrol cars is most vividly demonstrated at this time.

As soon as the siren sounded, the gunman suddenly panicked.

First of all, I don’t know how many people are outside.

Secondly, the assault rifle in front of him alone is terrifying enough.

If they disobey orders, these Chicago police officers have the power to shoot at any time.

Thinking of this, the hand holding the submachine gun instantly let go.

"Hey, have you misunderstood something?" Jacob didn't realize that his men were timid. He put a hand behind his back and shouted excitedly: "It's just a few friends gathering here."

"Fight them."

This guy's face instantly became ferocious, and he waved his arms.

If you are caught at this time, you will have to squat for decades, which is almost like death. Five against five, there is still a chance of winning.

"Bang bang bang~"

Ethan and Horsted pulled the trigger at the same time.

More than a dozen bullets flew out and fell hard on Jacob the moment the gunshot rang out.

"don't want."

Oscar roared in despair, watching helplessly as his brother's body exploded into clouds of blood mist.

"Jacob."

He lowered his raised hands and wanted to fly forward.

"Bang."

Atwater rushed forward and knocked him to the ground with the butt of his rifle.

"Save him." Oscar took a mouthful of mud. He was still struggling desperately when Atwater was controlling him: "Call an ambulance, hurry up!"

Ethan sneered and pointed the gun at the others.

An ambulance does have to be called, but it can only come to collect the body.

After being shot more than a dozen times by himself and Horsted, Jacob had three bloody holes on his face. Even the great Luo Celestial Being could not save him.

The brakes sounded sharply, and Olinsky rushed out of the car.

Without saying a word, he directly helped Atwater hold down Oscar's head.

"You killed my brother."

Seeing Jacob stop twitching, a vein appeared on Oscar's forehead.

He breathed heavily and blew up the dust on the ground: "You two bastards killed my brother!"

His eyes seemed to choose people to devour, staring at the two shooters, Ethan and Horsted, without blinking, remembering their faces in his mind.

"Yes, your brother is dead."

Olinsky strangled his neck fiercely, leaned into his ear and shouted: "How does that feel? Doesn't it feel good?"

"Fakeyu."

As soon as he heard the voice, Oscar knew who it was.

He stopped talking and gritted his teeth.

Seeing that the situation inside was basically under control, the patrol car stopped blocking the door and drove over quickly.

Looking at the pile of money scattered on the ground, Burgess took a deep breath.

She and Roman looked at each other and quickly took out the handcuffs.

All the gangsters, including Chris, immediately became very well-behaved after seeing what happened to Jacob.

They all knelt on the ground in unison, raising their hands high.

"L5021 call, emergency." Erin grabbed the walkie-talkie on Burgess's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "There was a firefight between the police and the gangsters. One person fell at the scene. Arrange for an ambulance to come."

"Roger, L5021." The voice from the contact desk sounded:

"What's the situation at the scene? Do you need support from nearby police officers?"

"Okay, the scene is under control. Call two more patrol cars to come over and escort these people back."

Erin replied, tossing the intercom to Burgess.

With preparation and deployment, the thing is that simple, that is, Jacob's head is missing a muscle, otherwise, it can be easily solved without firing a gun.

"Are you OK."

Noticing that Horsted was looking steadily at the corpse on the ground, Ethan patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Don't take it to heart, these garbage are purifying the world when they die."

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Hearing Ethan's words, Horsted smiled and shook his head.

His eyes collided with Oscar's, and the other party looked at him extremely fiercely.

Horsted was a little panicked at first, but soon became calm again.

If he couldn't bear this emotion, he would have spent so many years as a police officer in vain. He immediately put his thoughts behind and dealt with the scene with everyone.

Looking at the people being pressed to the ground one by one, Ethan held the handle of the gun that was slightly hot from the sun.

The first case he took over was finally solved.

The sun was shining fiercely, and Ethan jumped out of the car with a large glass of iced Coke.

"Boss."

People from several cars nearby also got out one after another. Rusek shook the cup in his hand: "We have captured so much, you won't just buy us a Coke, right?"

"that is."

Erin pushed her long brown hair back and adjusted her sunglasses: "You can't be too stingy."

With her taking the lead, others followed suit.

"Tonight Molly."

"How about a round of whiskey too?"

"You guys are messing with Fake. I paid for this personally." Ethan raised his middle finger and waved it in a circle: "Just do whatever you have to do. The money seized will not go into my pocket."

Just now, in full view of everyone, he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to.

Besides, the money inside is all there, so even if you have the chance, you can't do it.

"Hahaha."

The case was successfully solved and everyone had smiles on their faces.

It would be nice to have a cup of Coke.

Olinsky and Rusek walked up together carrying their traveling bags, which contained money that needed to be counted and put into storage.

A white man in his forties or fifties crossed paths with them and hurriedly walked down the steps. A gust of wind blew up the contents of the cardboard box in his hand, scattering the papers and scattering them all over the floor.

"Jesus."

The man was so angry that he threw the carton to the ground, turned around and cursed: "You will regret it, Fakeyu!"

Seeing this, several people from the intelligence team took action quickly.

Ethan picked up the last piece of paper, took it from the other people's hands, sorted it roughly, and then handed it to the gray-haired man: "Sir, your things."

The white man looked very angry, and his chest was heaving rapidly.

"Fakyu, Ministry of Internal Affairs."

He gritted his teeth and muttered: "Fakeyu."

"Sir?" Ethan frowned and handed the paper in his hand: "Your things."

The few words above were seen by Ethan.

Complaints, applications, explanations of circumstances, these are the words on the header of the form.

"Thanks."

The man finally came to his senses. After thanking him, he reached out and took it.

Ethan was surprised to find that his hands were covered in scars, with only four fingers left, which looked a bit miserable.

"It doesn't look good, right?"

The white-haired man didn't care about this kind of gaze. He looked at Ethan, shook his head and said, "That's for sure, I don't think it looks good either."

"You're a good boy. If you have the chance, find something else to do."

"This damn police station."

He took the paper with his incomplete hand and said through gritted teeth: "When you think you gave everything for it, but what?"

"When I get old, I won't even get a pension."

After packing his things, the man held the cardboard box and walked heavily to the corner of the street.

"Let's go."

Looking at this lonely figure, Ethan picked up the Coke cup on the ground and strode up the steps.

The others glanced at the man and followed him one after another.

When he came to the reception hall, Pilates looked a little ugly, and his every move was a little angry.

"What's wrong with you?"

The others went upstairs, but Ethan laid his hands on the reception desk and asked curiously: "By the way, I just met a very strange person outside."

"I bought it."

Platt covered his forehead and looked upset: "That's Payne, he just annoyed me for half an hour."

"You don't know how many trivial things I have to deal with every day."

"What does he do?" Ethan took a sip of coke and raised his hand to signal.

"He's from the bomb disposal squad." Platt sighed and said helplessly: "When he was performing a mission before, one of his hands was injured by a bomb. At the same time, he also lost a finger."

"At that time, he was an admirable figure."

"Payne also received a medal during his tenure and was a very good Chicago police officer."

"But." Ethan spit out the straw and said this for her.

Platt rolled his eyes and continued:

"Casino, you know."

"He lost everything, his wife, children, house and all his savings. Then something went wrong at work and he was targeted by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

She spread her hands and pouted:

"I will retire in five or six years, but now I have nothing, including my pension."

"For months, Payne kept filing complaints, but he was facing the Department of the Interior and, you know, there was no chance of winning."

Pratt picked up the ballpoint pen and wrote on the document: "This is the fourth time he has come to me, but you also know, what does this have to do with me? He has really completely lost his mind."

No wonder that guy just now was so angry.

The benefits related to law enforcement officers are still very good and cannot be compared with those of the rich, but it is still no problem to maintain a middle class.

Now that I have nothing, it would be strange not to feel dizzy.

But you can't blame others. People who gamble badly rarely end well.

"That's okay."

Ethan knocked on the table and said casually: "By the way, Burgess and Roman performed well today."

"Yeah?"

Platt raised his head and said meaningfully: "Burgess's performance has always been good, right?"

"Hahaha."

Ethan forced a few laughs and walked quickly to the stairs.

As soon as he returned to the office and sat down, Antonio walked in and closed the door behind him.

Ethan put the Coke cup aside and shook out a cigarette for him.

"Thanks."

Antonio lit up a cigarette and said energetically: "We had a good harvest today, and we seized US$600,000."

"I believe Director Perry will receive a congratulatory call soon."

"This is everyone's credit." Ethan shrugged and said with a smile: "Of course he will be happy, the bureau will have more funds."

The high detection rate and high seizure rate are the reasons why the intelligence team speaks tough.

It can not only solve troubles, but also make a lot of money back.

Everyone likes this kind of department.

It is precisely for this reason that the intelligence team usually does things out of the ordinary, and the top management will turn a blind eye.

"That's exactly why I came to you."

Antonio's expression was serious: "This seizure is also due to the information provided by the informant."

"According to the regulations of the police department, as an officially registered informant, you will receive a 10% cash reward, which is US$60,000."

"That's right." Ethan nodded.

There is indeed such a rule. With his help, Miranda registered as an informant on FireWire and later received a reward of 100,000 US dollars. She also borrowed this money to start a new life.

"I just want to confirm, what are your rules?"

Antonio bit his cigarette and continued to ask: "In the past, we would settle the money to the informant as quickly as possible."

"You know, there are people who really need this money."

"Of course, it is also to prove that our words are credible and let people know that there is definitely no problem in cooperating with the intelligence team."

"Old rules." Ethan played with the lighter and opened the lid:

"You can go to Olinsky now, and after he and Rusek have finished counting and gone through the procedures, you can take out 10%."

Taking a deep breath from the cigarette, he slowly exhaled the smoke:

"Others are risking their lives to play with us, so we should be happy."

"OK."

Antonio nodded and clapped hands with Ethan: "Thank you on behalf of the informant."

"Don't say that."

Ethan waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Just follow the rules."

In fact, this is also to safeguard one's own credibility.

Once the words are out, if they fail to fulfill them, there will be no informants to accompany them on such matters in the future. (End of chapter)