My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"listen."

The phone was connected, and Payne's surprised voice came from the phone.

"No, listen to me."

Ethan interrupted him and kept talking: "We are rivals, but I respect you very much. You are a person with strong execution ability. I thought you were also a person with credibility."

"There are not enough bombs, you have to arrange gunmen."

"Shoot when you come up, Payne, don't let me look down on you."

If a negotiator heard this, he would definitely be shocked. He has never seen anyone communicating with gangsters like this.

But Ethan has his own ideas. He feels that people like Payne, who are now enemies of the whole world and have been abandoned by the world, must be in great need of recognition from others.

Both in words and in words, respect the other person and treat him as an opponent.

In this case, Payne shouldn't be very paranoid about going in an extreme direction, and he doesn't know if it will be useful, but Ethan would rather give it a try according to his own ideas now.

"I didn't arrange for a shooter."

Payne explained excitedly: "Don't slander me, I'm not such a mean person."

"are you serious?"

Ethan took his cell phone and strode towards the body lying on the ground.

Inexplicably, he actually believed what Payne said. The initiative now rested with the other party, and there was no need for the other party to lie at this time.

"I swear." Payne's urgent voice continued:

"I have never met that person, and I will not arrange such a thing. A bomb is enough, why should I waste my energy doing this again."

"Okay, I've said everything that needs to be said."

"Now you hurry up and notify the police station to arrange what I want. Remember, I want old banknotes, and the amounts vary."

"Dudu."

After looking at the hung up phone number, Ethan put the phone back into his pocket and examined the body on the ground. He found that there were several wads of cash stuffed in the pockets inside the coat, about twenty or thirty thousand.

He was so careless and didn't know how to put it properly. He put the money into the space with a flick of his finger.

What Payne said was indeed true.

If it was really the shooter he arranged, no one would be stupid enough to bring tens of thousands of dollars to kill people.

All this is just an unfortunate coincidence.

"Ethan."

Platt's voice sounded, and she pressed hard on the driver's wound: "What's the condition of that man?"

"Fugitive, wanted criminal."

Ethan stood up, shook his head and said, "Who knows, this is a damn coincidence."

"I don't like this coincidence." Although Pratt was still confused, she still made a judgment based on the current situation: "The driver needs to go to the hospital. He will not last long if he keeps bleeding like this."

"I know." Ethan's thoughts were confused and he waved his hand: "Let me think about it."

Everyone in the car was looking at him eagerly.

Even the short-haired woman driving the car glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, looking anxious.

Under this heavy pressure, Ethan's temples throbbed.

A few seconds later, he took out his mobile phone, walked quickly to the driver's seat, squatted down and looked at the brown-haired woman: "What's your name?"

"Annie."

The brown-haired woman said her name and glanced nervously at Ethan.

"Very well, Annie."

Ethan swallowed his saliva and said in a deep voice: "I'm very sorry about what I yelled at you just now, but the matter is very serious now. Do you know what you are doing?"

"Keep fifty miles?"

Annie looked at the speedometer, her voice dry.

Ethan nodded and said appreciatively: "Yes, keep the speed. No matter what happens, you can only speed up, not slow down."

"But there's one thing you need to know." Annie looked over nervously again:

"My driver's license has been revoked."

"what is the reason?"

"Speed."

"Now, that's good news."

Ethan smiled and shook his head, tapping the screen with his finger, but his fingertips stopped in an instant.

Damn, never seen it.

Payne's unintentional words just now revealed something about the situation. His cell phone was put in his pocket, so how could he know whether the gunman had seen it or not.

There must be his second level of surveillance in this car.

"You're a Chicago police officer, right?"

Annie gripped the steering wheel tightly, with sweat on her cheeks: "I have no objection to you scolding me just now, but what is the plan now?"

Seeing that Ethan didn't reply, she continued to ask:

"hello?"

"You drive the car first." Ethan came back to his senses and told her.

If there are too many lice, it won't bite your hands, so what if you are being stared at by Payne now? Then he will send the number he just wrote down to Jabber.

I also sent the photo of Payne on my phone.

"Find this person."

His fingers moved quickly: "It's urgent."

Things must form a terrifying balance as quickly as possible to ensure that there is a means to destroy the other party.

Otherwise, it would be too dangerous to rely solely on the other party's wishes. To achieve the balance he wanted, he had to find Payne's whereabouts. It would be more reassuring to leave this task to Jiabo.

As soon as he sent the message, he immediately dialed Hank's phone number.

Then there was a sound, and he was quickly answered by the other party: "Tell me, what's going on now?"

As expected of an old guy, I knew there was a problem after hanging up the phone a few times.

"I'm on bus 2525." Ethan told Hank his current approximate location through the window, and continued: "There is also a bomb on the bus. It will explode at eleven o'clock."

"If the speed is less than 50 miles, it will explode."

"If you try to rescue someone from the vehicle, it will also explode."

"Find a way quickly. In addition, arrange for manpower to clear the road. The speed of the vehicle cannot be slowed down."

“Lastly it’s the old fashioned way, three million dollars.”

"Old banknotes, varying amounts."

"Pen, right, got it." There was a flapping sound on Hank's side, and he shouted loudly: "Keep the call on, three minutes are up, hold on."

The voice from Hank's side became more and more noisy, and Ethan glanced at the phone blankly.

It's three minutes. It's not that fast even in a Ferrari.

"Traffic jam!"

Annie yelled nervously when she saw the slow-moving vehicle in front of her.

I don’t know what happened again, but there were more cars in front of me. Not only did the cars slow down, but they also became densely packed in the distance.

"Assistant Dao."

Seeing that he would be blocked if he rushed over, and that he would really die, Ethan rushed forward, grabbed the steering wheel, and pulled hard.

The bus made a sharp turn and the wheel on the right side flew into the air.

"ah!!!"

After a scream, the vehicle relied on its own tonnage and fell back heavily. With a bang, the whole vehicle jolted a few times.

The bus roared into the service road with its terrified passengers.

"Hurry up and arrange for someone to clear the way."

Ethan wiped his sweat and yelled into his mobile phone: "Vehicles must maintain speed, there can be no traffic jams, and they cannot slow down."

"I know, we're making arrangements."

Hank also responded loudly.

The current speed of the bus is more than 50 miles per hour, which is more than 80 per hour, and it is turning quickly on the service road.

At the intersection, a silver Honda was driving slowly.

From the rear windshield, I saw two people in the driver's seat playing bo.

"How to do how to do?"

Annie asked nervously as she held the steering wheel firmly with both hands.

"You know what to do!" Ethan turned around and shouted to the people in the car: "Hold on to the things around you, there's going to be an impact soon."

"Bah bah!"

Annie honked her horn frantically, but the car in front did nothing.

"Farke!"

She gritted her teeth and stepped on the accelerator hard.

"Bang."

The bus roared and hit the Honda's side rear, and it was easily flipped aside like a toy car.

After swinging around twice, it hit a fruit stand on the roadside with a bang.

Countless apples and pears were flying all over the sky.

The wheels then rolled over quickly, leaving behind a pile of rotten fruit.

"Click."

Several apples flew in from the car door, and Ethan caught one and took a big bite.

It tastes good and is juicy.

"madman."

The driver's door of the Honda opened, and the naked driver climbed out with weak hands and feet, and yelled at the bus: "Son of the Beach!!!"

"It's so small."

Annie suppressed her excitement and curled her lips.

"I'm talking about Apple Little." Noticing Ethan looking at her, Annie hurriedly explained.

"Okay."

Ethan took another bite of the fist-sized apple and threw it out of the car.

After going around and around, we returned to the city road.

There are far fewer cars, but the risks are not reduced at all.

There are sidewalks and traffic lights everywhere, which are a huge nuisance.

"Bah, bah, bah."

Fortunately, after a thrilling rush through several intersections, patrol cars flashing blue lights rushed up from behind.

They surrounded the bus and rushed forward.

This movement attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

Some people rushed out one after another, picked up their mobile phones to take pictures of this rare scene, and some people quickly called the news station. If you are even one second slower than others, you will lose a lot of money.

"Follow the patrol car."

Hank's voice rang from the mobile phone, and he shouted loudly: "We have cleared a way for you to get out directly to the airport. You can circle around the airport. This is the safest way."

"Ploppap."

Following his voice was the roar of the wings.

Ethan grabbed the gauntlet and leaned out to look up. A police helicopter was hovering in the sky.

High in the sky, Hank sat next to the cabin.

He gave Ethan a thumbs up and pointed in the direction.

Good guy, no wonder I said I'll be there in three minutes.

It's hard to think slowly when you get on a helicopter. The previous explosion definitely alarmed the General Administration.

In addition, another bus was facing threats, and almost all available police resources were mobilized.

If it happens again, many people will have a headache.

Hank was condescending and mobilized the resources of the police station. It was indeed easier to find a suitable route than them wandering around the city like headless flies at a speed of fifty miles.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A patrol car drove up quickly from behind.

The driver was Burgess.

She held the steering wheel tightly and looked at Ethan anxiously.

Giving her a forced smile, Ethan stepped back and closed the car door that had been open just now. The sound was too noisy.

"Just follow them."

He turned around again and said something to Anne.

This convoy, consisting of a large number of police cars and a bus, drove quickly through an intersection. Traffic in the other two directions was firmly blocked by two patrol cars and could not move.

Now in this situation, there is no obstacle.

With police cars escorting her around, despite the threat of bombs, Anne felt much more relaxed.

At least, the sudden situation like just now will not happen again.

While Ethan was pedaling, he felt something was wrong.

He stomped hard, and several hollow sounds sounded.

"EMERGENCY EXIT."

Noticing his movements, the afro driver said weakly: "Right under your feet."

The blood that flowed out has stained a large area of ​​his shirt red.

His face was covered with sweat.

"OK."

Ethan nodded and looked at Pratt: "I'll check to see if the explosives are installed under the car."

"And, sir."

He said to the driver: "Hold on, our colleagues are thinking of a way. As long as the deal is completed, we will be able to leave here soon."

Without further ado, he lifted the blanket off the floor.

As a burst of dust was raised, I saw this emergency entrance. The place was not big and could only accommodate one person.

Snap the handle and lift it off.

Strong winds and noises followed this entrance and exit.

He could directly see the ground from here. As the vehicle moved forward, the cement road was rapidly reversing. After watching it for a few seconds, he felt a little dizzy.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Platt asked nervously: "In this situation, even if you find the bomb, it will be useless."

"Don't forget, Payne can detonate it on his own initiative."

"What?"

Hearing these words, the passengers behind him suddenly panicked.

Sitting in a car with a bomb was scary enough, but now the other party can take the initiative to detonate it, and many people can't stand it anymore.

"I bought it."

The middle-aged woman in a red dress turned pale. She kept muttering: "We are all going to die. It's over, I'm going to die."

"No one will die."

Ethan looked at the woman and said loudly: "You have to stay calm and just cooperate with my work. At least you won't die today."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After speaking, he winked at Pratt.

As the reception police sergeant, her specialty is to soothe emotions. Pratt understood instantly. She pressed the driver's wound and quickly spoke to calm the nervousness of the passengers.

The rules of the game don't say you can't search for bombs.

Payne wouldn't be afraid to investigate this thing himself, so Ethan decided to find out about the situation.

He leaned down and was about to reach out from under the car.

Two hands firmly grabbed hold of his jeans and pulled them up.

He turned around and narrowed his eyes.

The man on the left is wearing dirty jeans. Judging from his appearance, he is a Mexican laborer.

The one on the right is in a suit and leather shoes, with shiny hair.

Both of them forced a smile at him. The man in a cheap suit licked his lips and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what you want to do, but we are here. Don't worry, we won't let you fall."

The Mexican worker hammered his chest and made several muffled sounds.

Although he didn't speak a word, the words he needed to say were all in his eyes. The hands that grabbed his jeans were so rough that they looked like steel bars.

The people sitting on the bus are all people running for life.

These people should all have a better tomorrow.

Seeing their smiles, Ethan suddenly felt that it was worth it to jump in the car for these people.

Smiling back, he held the edge of the entrance with both hands, took a deep breath and plunged in. The violent wind and waves instantly blew his hair like a pile of tangled grass.