My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"no."

"you."

"Why is this possible?"

The club manager's face turned green and white. After he stammered a few words, he turned into full of grievance: "Damn it, you are the police, why can you rob?"

"Not bad."

Ethan laughed and bumped fists with Irene: "This guy is not too stupid."

"You can be independent."

He put away his smile, waved his hand like lightning, and slapped the other person on the face: "Why can't I rob?"

This slap not only stunned the club manager, but also shocked the onlookers.

An interrogation is an interrogation, and few people dare to hit someone directly like this.

Even Hank used to have to put people in an iron cage before he started doing these things. How should I put it, at least he had to put on a fig leaf.

"You hit people."

The club manager's head buzzed and he quickly covered his mouth.

He looked shocked and couldn't believe what he encountered. Now he was 100% sure that this guy was definitely the bastard who dragged him to the basement last night.

"You hurt people."

Ethan had a cold face and poked his finger in front of this guy's eyes: "Do you know how many people have died in this passion?"

"Snapped."

Thinking of the Eastern European chick that night, he slapped her away again.

Erin's eyebrows twitched and she shifted her gaze.

The people in the observation room behind him coughed slightly, and then everyone walked out one after another, pretending that they didn't see anything.

Two slaps in the face made the club manager's head buzz.

He covered his face left and right, not daring to say any more nonsense.

"Say it."

Ethan tilted his head and looked at him coldly: "That Lan, who is behind him?"

"I have no idea."

The club manager shook his head quickly and said in horror: "I really don't know, I've never seen it."

This gang of cops is terrifying.

Do things unscrupulously, there is no need to hide anything now.

He swallowed and said quickly:

"Listen, I'm only responsible for taking care of the business upstairs and making sure there are no problems in the workshop downstairs and that the goods can be shipped on time."

"As for Lan and the people behind him."

The manager spread his hands and explained: "I have only met Lan. He gives me the goods on time, and I am responsible for arranging people to handle it."

I didn't expect the other party to tell the person behind it, I just wanted him to cooperate.

"You ask Lan out."

Ethan pointed at him and said in a deep voice: "Whatever excuse you want, just say that you have found the robbery gang, and he will definitely lead someone to snatch the things back."

"This is impossible."

The club manager shouted excitedly: "You don't know who Blue is, a desperado, a real villain."

"You're killing me by doing this!"

Seeing him like this, Irene was also happy.

"or."

She raised her eyebrows at Ethan: "How about we let this guy go? If nothing happens, let him go back and tell Lan that a group of masked policemen went there in the middle of the night and robbed all their goods."

"I don't know if the other party will believe it."

"Um."

Ethan shook his head and said happily: "I don't know whether Lan believes it or not."

"All I know is that the fish in Lake Michigan are going to be fatter."

There are some things that no one will believe if you tell the truth.

If the club manager dares to say this, others will immediately drag him to fill the lake.

"Shet."

The club manager immediately realized that if he said this, no one would believe him.

Those people will only think this is an excuse.

You will only die faster.

"Yes."

Erin clenched her fists and grinned: "Look, this guy finally reacted."

"Yo."

She also followed Ethan and stepped on his thigh:

"One thing, in fact, you have always been clear in your heart, that is, you have no choice but to cooperate with us now."

The club manager covered his face with his hands, his eyes complicated.

After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and looked at Ethan: "Tell me, what should I do?"

As long as this guy wants to survive, he can only cooperate.

"Start with two ice packs."

Ethan pushed his arm away and looked at the other person's red and swollen face: "You can't go out to meet people like this."

"Pfft."

Erin let out a chuckle, stood up and walked outside.

South District, Industrial Park.

Outside a factory building with a red brick exterior, a Nissan was parked. The club manager was sitting in the driver's seat, looking around nervously.

"clatter."

Ethan lowered the window and lit a cigarette.

A puff of white smoke drifted away in the wind.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

Behind him, Rusek scratched his neck and looked at the Nissan twenty meters away.

"A few men were sitting in the car, doing nothing." Ethan glanced at the people in the rearview mirror and shrugged: "Which situation do you think will be more likely to be exposed?"

"All right."

Rusek shrugged and shook the assault rifle in his hand: "But this guy is quite nervous."

"Is there going to be a problem?"

As he spoke, he clicked on the headset.

In my ears, the club manager was talking.

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said nonchalantly: "As long as that Lan comes, he can't run away."

"This guy, being nervous is a normal reaction."

"After all, the goods were robbed."

At this point, the two or three people behind burst into laughter. There is always an inexplicable sense of joy in doing such a thing.

This time, the intelligence team only came over with two vehicles.

Coupled with other arrangements, this trap is enough to surround the opponent.

"listen."

Ethan looked at the large van not far away and pressed the intercom: "The lone criminals will definitely carry heavy firepower. Be careful and wait until you hear my command before taking action."

"receive."

There was a reply from the intercom, and it quickly became quiet again.

A few minutes later, two cars drove over at high speed from a distance, and stopped with the club manager's Nissan in between. The cars were full of old black people, all of whom looked fierce.

Seeing this, Ethan grabbed the walkie-talkie.

Just make sure the blue one is in place and wait for them to get off the car before starting.

"Hey."

The club manager got out of the car and walked quickly to the window of the SUV behind him: "Lan, I have confirmed that it was a group of motorcycle gangs who robbed our things."

"Those people are in this factory."

The motorcycle gang was an excuse that Antonio came up with to help the club manager.

Only those who wander around are not afraid of monopoly sales. They are running around the country anyway. After grabbing things, it is reasonable to rest for a night before leaving Chicago.

The door of the SUV opened, and an old black man wearing a brown jacket and a fisherman's hat stepped out.

"I spent ten thousand dollars to get this news."

The club manager followed closely beside Lao Hei, who was burly and wearing a fisherman's hat: "You can be sure that all our goods are inside."