My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Car Impound Yard.

After successfully asking for the information he wanted, Hank immediately called Erin and Olinsky.

The man who wanted to make some dirty money was left to Burgess.

He got in his car and quickly returned to the police station.

After receiving Antonio's notice and talking to the warden on the phone, he knew that there was not much time left for his people.

The Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms may speed up the process again to avoid surprises.

Striding up to the intelligence team, Hank quickly asked:

"How about it?"

"We gained nothing." Olinsky shook his head and said:

"Grant went home last night and didn't come out again. He has been training today and has not come into contact with anyone unusual."

"Then let me tell you the latest situation." Erin picked up the photo from the printer: "The staff at the vehicle impound lot often rent out impounded vehicles by taking advantage of their position."

She snapped the photo onto the whiteboard and exclaimed, “There are a lot of people renting.”

"That includes Uma Martel."

"This guy has just been released from prison not long ago. Do you want to make a bold guess as to which prison he is in?"

Horsted distributed the information in his hand and told the answer:

"Chicago Central Jail."

"Very good."

Rusek clapped his hands hard, and finally he was able to hook the hook.

"Martel, he used to be in a robbery gang." Horsted tapped the information he had investigated in his hand, licked his lips and said:

"He used to be a dealer who specialized in robbing the streets. Now his people are either dead or in jail."

"He alone cannot do what he did before."

"It seems that he should have expanded new business."

Hank looked at the whiteboard, which showed a black man with dreadlocks and a mustache.

The information in hand, as well as Martel's address.

"No need to guess, this is the gunman we are looking for." He threw the information aside, slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Put on your body armor immediately, we need to catch him."

Three cars roared and rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground.

When they reached the corner of the street, there was a rapid sound of brakes, and the people in the car pushed the door open and got out of the car.

They were fully armed and looked at the house next to them with cold expressions.

Rapid, loud rap music blared from inside the house and could be heard from far away.

"Rusek, Olinsky."

Hank seemed to have returned to those days before. He waved his arms vigorously and gave the order: "You two go to the back door and act in twenty seconds."

"receive."

Rusek nodded in response.

He shouldered a shotgun and ran with Olinsky down the alley between the houses and back.

Needless to say the rest.

It was a team that had cooperated many times before. Needless to say, the three of them quickly crossed the courtyard and walked up the steps together.

When the agreed time arrived, Hank reached out and knocked on the door:

"Chicago police."

The volume was also much lower than the music. If he wasn't nearby, Irene wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying.

What stands out is that it is perfunctory.

Horsted swung the hammer, and with a bang, the door lock was broken.

Erin raised her assault rifle and rushed in quickly. Hank stayed at the end to hold the line. Rusek and the others also broke in through the back door. The whole room was filled with deafening music. They quickly launched a search on the first floor.

"Safety."

"no one."

With two shouts, Hank pointed to the stairs.

Rusek took the lead and walked slowly up the stairs with a shotgun in hand. Several people behind followed him one after another, pointing their guns upward.

The higher you go, the louder the music gets.

"Gudu."

Rusek swallowed and walked to the stairs.

Next to me, the toilet clattered.

The bathroom door opened, and a black-haired woman wearing a lace thong came out, her majestic chest rising and falling, about to scream.

"Shut up."

Rusek rushed forward and pushed the woman against the wall.

He covered the other person's mouth with his palm: "Chicago police, don't move."

After some struggle, Rusek couldn't resist.

"Is Martel in there?"

He leaned close to the woman's ear and roared: "If you are here, nod, if not, shake your head."

After the words fell, the woman nodded quickly.

Rusek swallowed again and motioned for Erin to come over and take over. Her body was so hot that he really couldn't stand it.

Halsted took the lead, gun raised, down the corridor and around the corner.

Several people came to the noisiest bedroom, where the door was ajar, and a smooth man with dreadlocks was swaying his buttocks to the rhythm of the music.

The wooden door was pushed open by the muzzle of the gun, and Horsted walked in slowly.

"Waterfa, Bitchi."

Martel turned around and yelled dissatisfied: "Who told you to turn off the music?"

Like the music, his voice died.

The muzzles of three black holes were pointed at him so steadily, which made his scalp tingle and his eyes subconsciously glanced to the right.

Hank gritted his teeth and stepped forward, taking a flying kick.

The hard boots were kicked out with hatred.

"Bang."

Martel flew back and hit the wall hard.

"Farke."

He got up from the ground, covered his chest and roared in pain: "You have no right to do this."

"Yeah?"

Hank kicked him over again and shouted: "If I remember correctly, you have no right to shoot a little girl."

The sole of the shoe pressed against Martel's ribs.

As Hank pressed hard from side to side, it seemed that he could hear the sound of his ribs being overwhelmed.

"Fakeyu."

Martel said with a cruel smile: "You don't have any evidence."

"Yeah?"

Horsted noticed his little movement just now, put down his gun and walked quickly to the closet on the right, rummaging through it.

Martel tried his best to control himself, but he couldn't help but look over.

"Dong dong."

Horsted curled his fingers and tapped quickly inside the closet, and soon there was a hollow sound. He excitedly turned the muzzle of the gun and hit the closet hard with the butt of the gun.

"Bang~"

The wooden planks were torn apart, revealing the mezzanine inside.

A pile of banknotes is placed inside.

Looking at the number, it's probably around 100,000, which is a lot of money.

In addition, there was a black pistol.

The gun was pressed against the green banknotes, with some bullets and flour scattered beside it.

Money, bullets, flour.

Several sources of evil are present here.

"Make a bet."

Horsted took off his sunglasses and inserted the temples into the guard of his pistol.

He picked out the pistol and snapped at Martel: "I bet your gun matches the ballistic traces of the two bullet casings found at the scene."

Looking at the shaking gun, Martel closed his eyes.

"Bang."

Hank's toes were drawn out like lightning.

Hearing the muffled groans inside, Irene quickly dragged the woman in the bathroom downstairs.

"hey-hey."

After a few minutes, Martel grinned.

The blood stained his teeth red, but his eyes were still so crazy.

"You have the ability."

He spit out a mouthful of blood and said, "Just beat me to death."

"never mind."

Olinsky grabbed Hank and pulled him back: "The current clues are enough for us, we should contact Antonio quickly."

If the beating continues, I'm really afraid that this kid will be killed.

"Um."

Hank panted and took out his cell phone and dialed.

While waiting for Antonio to answer, he was still upset and waved to Rusek: "Go and find a pair of scissors. This man is resisting arrest."

"Whatever accident happens, it's normal!"

Thanks to brother Bai Fanqunzhi for the reward and support, thank you!