My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Put him in a cage."

Hank took out a kick and finally relieved his hatred a little.

He waved his hand and signaled Atwater and Erin to drag Max into the iron cage and wait until the afternoon to use it again.

This person must go to the scene.

After all, it has been agreed that if Marx does not show up by then, Gregory may not show up.

For Hank, finding Gregory was more important. If the things he regarded as treasures were not in the small bag in his hand, they would naturally be on another person's body.

Moreover, that bastard wanted to suffocate Oliver to death in front of him.

Hank must avenge this.

Because Marx's head was twitching, all the people in the intelligence team were freed up. Now there was no need to investigate anything, they just needed to arrange the arrest operation in the afternoon.

At noon, in order to express his gratitude, Ethan also asked Atwater to take the guy to take a shower.

Of course, the most important reason is that Marx cannot be allowed to join Gregory in his current state. He is now disgraced and anyone can tell that something is wrong.

One p.m.

Everyone is making intensive preparations for the subsequent arrest.

Beifeng Island Park is also a scenic spot.

There are a lot of tourists there, so they need to dress appropriately.

Rusek sat on the chair and carefully put the eavesdropping locator into the head of his belt. After the test showed no problem, he stood up and walked quickly towards the iron cage.

"Bang."

He kicked the iron fence and said with a cold face: "Come here and put on this belt."

"Don't even think about running away."

"If you leave our sight, someone will shoot you right away. You can try to see whether the bullet is faster or your legs are faster."

Max stood up and took the belt.

While changing the belt, he said aggrievedly:

"I have already surrendered. Why do you think I want to run away? What good will that do to me?"

Rusek rolled his eyes and ignored his words.

He was ready to escape, but he ran over and surrendered. Who knows what was going on in this person's mind.

So some warnings are still very necessary.

Max changed the belt under Rusek's supervision.

"You guys."

Max looked straight at Ethan who was not far away, and said with trembling lips: "It's more scary than a professional criminal. I surrendered myself. I have to be beaten. It's so inhumane."

Hearing this, Rusek crossed his arms and smiled with satisfaction: "It's good that you know."

"If you dare to play any tricks, I guarantee you will be worse than death."

Afternoon, two o'clock.

Outside the port center, an Iveco was parked.

"One last confirmation."

Inside the carriage, Ethan took a map and wrote on it: "Eileen, Horsted, you two are tourists. Waiting at the sightseeing boat queue outside, be ready to respond at any time."

"receive."

Two responses sounded, and Erin tugged on the red hat on her head.

Both she and Horst had changed into tourist clothes, looking like a traveling couple, with a camera hanging on their chests.

"That hat you're wearing is so ugly."

Ethan took a black peaked cap from the side and threw it over: "Let's change it to this one."

In the car, there were several chuckles.

Irene was so angry that she grabbed the hat and threw it back.

"You three."

Ethan drew three red circles on the map with a pen and assigned locations to Antonio, Rusek and Atwater: "Act normally, learn from other staff members, and don't expose yourself."

The three marked positions intersect with each other's eyes, which can firmly lock Marx's whereabouts.

No matter what, there is always someone who can see him.

Before they came, they had already greeted the people at the port center. The three of them had all changed into the uniforms of the waiting hall staff, wearing olive green and a blue peaked cap.

After they nodded, Ethan patted Olinsky's shoulder sitting in the driver's seat:

"Erwin and I are free to move."

"That's it." Ethan waved his hand and said to Antonio: "You go inside and take your seats first."

When the three people got off the car, Hank spread his hands:

"And me?"

"If you don't want to increase the risk of failure of the arrest operation." Ethan bit his gum and shrugged: "My opinion is that you'd better stay in the car first."

In case of accident, let Gregory see Hank.

All these efforts will be in vain.

Hank grabbed his fists hard and leaned helplessly against the car.

Marx on the side listened to all this and gave up the idea of ​​​​escape. This level of arrangement did not leave any chance for himself.

"As for you."

Ethan pointed at Max: "I only have one request for you."

"After Gregory appears, you have to find an excuse to lead him to a less crowded place. When the time comes, we will arrest him."

"Um."

Max nodded quickly: "You must look at me."

"He is a madman who kills people whenever he disagrees. I don't want to get shot for no reason."

"bump."

Ethan curled his fingers and hit him on the head: "You and him are accomplices."

"Are you stupid? As long as you behave normally, even if Gregory is a madman, he will not shoot you in public."

To put it bluntly, this bastard has a guilty conscience.

Everything was arranged, and when the time reached two-thirty, Erin and Horsted also went to the reserved support position.

In another five minutes, Ethan and Olinsky got out of the car.

The two of them stared at Max entering the waiting hall, and then dispersed.

Listening to the announcement in the headset, Ethan came to the lake with his hands in his trouser pockets. The afternoon sun was warm, and the breeze stirred the water, creating circles of ripples.

"Uh-huh."

The fishing rod was swung, and the silver line, carrying the fake bait, was thrown far away.

The water splashes, and the fake bait swings flexibly like a real fish following the fisherman's movements.

Many people are fishing here.

Not far away is the queue for the sightseeing boat.

Erin was in the queue. She grabbed Horsted's arm with one hand and held up the camera with the other hand to look around.

In the lawn, many tourists are taking photos.

I hope there won't be too much noise later, otherwise ordinary people may be accidentally injured.

Ethan walked around in the lake breeze for a few minutes, but found nothing unusual. He crushed his cigarette butts in the trash can next to him, put his pocket in one hand, and strode into the waiting hall.

Inside, it's just like a long-distance bus waiting room.

The large space is filled with rows of stainless steel seats.

There was a lot of noise and a huge crowd.

Marx was holding a bag and standing alone in the corner next to the stairs.

Diagonally across from him, Ethan found a seat and sat down. He picked up an old newspaper next to him and opened it, then crossed his legs and started reading.