My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Trump Tower towers into the sky.

Viewed from a distance, the glass curtain wall reflects the color of the sky, as if blending with the blue sky.

Next to it is a river.

The embankment is lined with green trees and crowded with tourists.

The man wearing a duck-billed hat was walking in a hurry, holding a candy in his mouth and looking sharply into the distance.

"The vehicle has arrived and is coming from the south."

Olinsky pressed the tiny microphone on the button: "Attention everyone, this time we are searching for Payne, a white male, nearly fifty years old, with a mutilated left hand and gray hair."

On another street corner, there is a sightseeing car parked.

Horsted was lying on the roof of the car, holding an AR15 with a scope in his hand.

"receive."

He looked at the white van that appeared in the scope and narrowed one eye: "Atwater, turn up your collar and act natural."

"knew."

At the intersection, Atwater winced and took a big bite of hot dog.

In an Iveco not far away, a group of people squatted in a dark place. The letters SWAT on the heavy body armor were particularly conspicuous.

They all had assault rifles in their hands, and their eyes were cold.

Hank sat in front of the group and pressed the intercom with a sullen face:

"Keep quiet and be vigilant."

The white van was still fifty meters away from the intersection and slowly pulled over to the side. Ethan lowered the window and looked at his watch.

There's still almost half an hour until eleven o'clock.

After a quick glance around, the people in the intelligence team only saw Atwater in front of them, Erin eating a sandwich on the bench next to them, and the others didn't know where they were.

And according to his observation, there were at least twenty plainclothes agents on the scene, setting up a dragnet.

He picked up Payne's cell phone and dialed the number on it.

Even if you speak to yourself, the other person can overhear you.

But it was inconvenient to communicate, and time was tight, so I didn't have time to play slowly with him.

"I have arrived."

As soon as the call was connected, Ethan immediately asked: "Where are you?"

"You don't have to worry about where I am." Payne's voice sounded a little busy: "Did you see the green trash can on the left side of the intersection?"

"uh-huh."

Ethan moved his eyes and groaned.

"Ten minutes later." Payne's voice continued: "You throw the money into the trash can and leave directly."

"no."

Ethan decisively refused: "Then how do I know whether you will fulfill your promise?"

"You should be grateful if I let you get off the bus." After hearing what Ethan said, Payne said excitedly: "Until now, my credibility has always been very good and I have never lied to you."

"Of course, if you don't let it go, that's okay."

Payne said a harsh word and immediately hung up the phone.

"call."

Ethan let out a breath and leaned back in his seat.

I don't know what situation Pratt and the others are now. Judging by the time, they have almost arrived at the airport and are probably anxiously waiting for the moment they can escape from the prison.

He took out his cigarette and prepared to lighten his mood.

The phone in his left pocket vibrated a few times. Ethan smiled bitterly and took out his phone.

It’s already this time, and it’s useless to find the location.

Jiabo couldn't pin down the location very specifically. This was a very prosperous area, and pedestrians could be seen everywhere.

"found it."

"The location is not fixed."

"The signal is right around this address, that's it, motherfuck."

Ethan looked at the screen in his hand, and his scalp felt electric.

This address is not Trump Tower at all, and Payne is not nearby at all.

The address looked very familiar. It was the evidence office next to the police station. It would take ten minutes to get there quickly. How could Payne have the time and preparation to come and take away the cash.

Ethan has absolute trust in Jabber's abilities.

The information he investigated was absolutely correct, which meant that Payne was right next to the evidence.

Make a sound in the east and attack in the west!

Ethan gritted his teeth and started the vehicle, turning the steering wheel quickly.

The van emitted a burst of green smoke, jumped out from the roadside, and drove towards the evidence area.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Seeing the vehicle that suddenly left, the plainclothes policemen were stunned for a moment. There was no movement, so why did the real owner run away first?

"do not move!"

Just as Hank was about to give the order to chase him, he received a text message from Ethan.

Despite all the doubts in his heart, he subconsciously chose to believe it and gave the order to stand still.

Ethan stepped on the accelerator hard and threw the phone aside.

There is no way to explain it now, and it makes no sense. If Hank were to notify the people at the evidence office, it would alarm Payne and bring unpredictable results.

Now the only option is to be ruthless and use them as bait.

Depend on.

Ethan cursed in his mind, Payne was so cunning.

His real goal this time was not the three million dollars in the car at all.

In just a few days, without comprehensive arrangements, the former policeman did not dare to touch the money, and he knew that even if he got it, he would not be able to run away.

Therefore, he set his sights on the evidence department.

For the same reason, Payne must have known that the evidence room contained not only murder weapons, but also some seized cash, flour, and pills.

These seizures couldn't be safer.

The previous bombings, the bomb on the bus and the current transfer of ransom have already involved most of the police force.

His move was enough to hit the police station within seven inches.

Thinking of this, Ethan accelerated the accelerator a little more.

The phone kept ringing with text messages, but he turned a deaf ear to it. He drove quickly and quickly approached the police station.

"Bang."

The car windows shook, and a puff of smoke came from not far away.

Look in the direction, it's the evidence area.

"It's true, I caught you." Ethan cursed secretly and turned the steering wheel quickly.

A puff of white smoke came out of the tires of the white van, and it suddenly drifted around the corner of the street. After turning two turns in a row, it came to the place where the black smoke was rising.

A Ford was parked behind the evidence office.

A big hole was blown out of the wall, and broken bricks were everywhere on the sidewalk and highway.

Ethan stopped the car far away and pulled out the python.

As for Payne's cell phone, he just threw it in the car. I believe that he would not have the intention to eavesdrop on his side at this time. He is probably enjoying the fact that he is fooling the entire Chicago Police Department.

Along the wall, quickly approach.

His feet avoided the broken bricks without making any sound.

There was no one in the Ford.

But in the evidence room, there was a roar: "Don't do anything stupid, I'm covered in explosives, and the bus's detonator is in my hand."

"I'll take my stuff and leave."

Judging by the voice, there was no doubt it was Payne.

Ethan's eyes flashed with coldness. He picked up the python and quietly got into the large gap that was opened in the wall.