My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Light transitions from outside to inside.

That feeling made people's eyes darken and make them slightly uncomfortable.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, Ethan curled his lips, fearing that there would be a mole if he didn't say anything.

Payne exploded this place, which was the room where the evidence was stored.

In a room measuring tens of square meters, there are rows of shelves arranged neatly.

Exhibits that are waiting to go to court and that have just been seized, ranging from table knives to assault rifles, leaves, meatballs, and flour, will be stored here.

This is a place where you can fully feel the diversity of Chicago people’s lives.

Payne swept through here like a tornado.

Many useless things were thrown away by him.

Looking at the messy evidence on the ground, Ethan's eyes twitched. The State Attorney's Office would definitely scold him. Payne also indirectly became the reborn parent of many criminals.

The blip on the radar was at the very back of the room.

When Ethan was about to touch in the direction of Payne, he stopped.

On the shelf next to it, there was a machete more than one meter long. The knife was packed in an evidence bag, and the blade was stained with blood.

He narrowed his eyes and picked up the machete.

Listening to Payne's busy voice inside, Ethan carefully removed the evidence bag, moved his fingers, and firmly held the knife handle wrapped in cloth.

"These are all mine."

Payne had a large bag hanging on his chest and was rummaging excitedly through the items on the shelves.

It was the detonator in his hand that slowed him down.

But it doesn't matter, Payne doesn't really care about it now. The dozen kilograms of flour he just got made him a little excited.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to go over there and get the money. He would know with his butt that a dragnet has been set up there.

According to the process, the money must have a locator inside.

No matter how much money you have, you must be able to spend it.

The harvest here is not necessarily less than that over there, and there is no way to track the things here.

"Crack."

Picking up a heavy small cardboard box, the contents were scattered.

Payne's eyes lit up and he quickly opened the lid.

What came into view were several packages of banknotes packed in evidence bags. Judging from the face value, they were mostly fifty or one hundred. In just this box, there were at least a hundred thousand.

"damn it."

Payne excitedly threw the money into the big pocket on his chest: "They owe me all this money."

"This is my pension and I deserve it."

"Don't even think about coming in, I have a bomb on me."

Throwing all the money into his pocket, he shouted to the door again: "Don't even think about shooting. As long as I make a phone call, more than a dozen people will die with me. Don't do anything stupid."

The people at the evidence office are all marginal figures.

Usually responsible for registration and custody, these people have probably never fired a gun in their lives.

Payne didn't believe that the remaining people dared to do something to him.

Throwing the empty box aside, Payne continued to walk quickly to the shelves next to him. He only had three minutes to act. Once the time was up, he had to leave no matter what. In one minute at night, the surrounding patrol police would arrive one after another.

After passing through a shelf and turning around, Payne's footsteps suddenly stopped.

A familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in front of him.

The heart stopped beating for a moment.

"Uh-huh!"

A blade of light lit up.

The light fell like a waterfall.

On the arm holding the detonator, a blood-red line appeared at the elbow.

The forearm fell off, and Ethan lunged forward to catch it firmly.

"Bah."

A stream of blood mist shot out from the severed arm like a fountain.

"This knife."

Ethan swung the machete, and a drop of blood splashed to the ground: "It was for the people on the bus this morning."

"ah!!!"

Only then did Payne react, screaming and retreating.

Grasping the hand of the severed arm, Ethan rushed forward and continued to swing the machete. With a snap, Payne's other arm also broke off:

"This knife is for the person who died just now."

"Fakeyu!!!"

Payne was in so much pain that he was going crazy. The veins on his forehead were beating wildly. He roared, "I should have blown you up just now."

Both arms were disconnected, and his whole body was like a fountain.

Splashes of blood sprayed everywhere.

"You have no chance."

Ethan's eyes flashed with coldness and his eyes widened angrily: "If you have the ability, you can explode something for me again."

The machete in his hand swung hard at Payne's neck.

"Dang."

With the blessing of his power, the blade even got stuck in the shelf next to it.

The blade vibrated loudly.

Payne's big head tipped forward, and by chance, it fell into the big pocket on his chest.

The remaining consciousness looked at the banknotes in front of him.

The pension that he cherished so much was finally integrated into his blood.

"puff!"

The fountain shot up to the ceiling, drenching himself all over.

"Bang."

The headless corpse shook twice and fell heavily. The strong smell of blood instantly spread inside the evidence area.

"Says I want your head."

Ethan spit on the ground and said, "I want your head without any compromise."

No more bombs, no more hostage threats.

Payne is nothing more than a chicken and a dog.

Taking a deep breath of the familiar smell in the air, Ethan took out his phone. Dozens of text messages were sent one after another. He thought for a while and called Hank: "Hey, it's me."

"Where are you?" Hank shouted anxiously, "What happened?"

"Penn's real target is the evidence department." Ethan casually found an excuse: "I also accidentally thought of this based on what he said before."

"Waterfa."

In desperation, Hank shouted loudly: "There is no evidence to support it?"

"What if he doesn't get the money, what if he does detonate the bomb."

"Don't worry." Ethan interrupted Hank and said easily: "There is no chance, Payne will never have that chance."

"Notify the airport to rescue people."

"The time bomb will explode in ten minutes, so hurry up."

Hank was shocked. After waiting impatiently for ten minutes, he unexpectedly encountered such a situation. He stammered and asked:

"you mean?"

"Penn is dead." Ethan glanced at the body on the ground: "I'll wait for you at the evidence office and call the bomb disposal team over."

Now that the person is dead, you can explain it however you want.

Kneel down and check carefully.

There was also a ring of bombs tied to Payne's chest, and there was also a bulge in his jacket pocket.

Carefully lift it open, it's an old Nokia mobile phone.

It's in dial-up mode, and with just a tap, there will be a violent explosion at the airport.

Simply put your Nokia into the space to ensure everything is safe.

It's not too late to take it out after it's settled at the airport. Otherwise, if you accidentally bump into it, it will be a lot of fun.

"Penn, surrender."

Not far away, outside the door, the staff of the evidence office shouted: "You can't run away."