My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Everyone in the Cadillac held their breath.

The sun fell on the back of his hand, making it slightly hot. Ethan flicked the ashes and smoked the cigarette calmly.

Now, it's not time to take action yet.

In the headset, the voices of the two people communicating continued to sound.

"This time, you have to come up with another $30,000." Old Hei in the bucket hat looked at the club manager and said viciously: "This is the cost of wiping your ass, do you understand?"

"Also, your share will be canceled directly next month."

"If any of my men are killed or injured, and if it continues later, business is business, and there will be no human feelings."

The club manager raised his hands and nodded helplessly.

This bastard deducts money at every turn.

He always talks about business being business, as if it is some kind of wise motto, and he has long been disliked. Damn it, he should go to prison to discuss business now.

Better to go to jail than to fill a lake.

Thinking of this, he sighed: "I understand, do it quickly."

"Right now, I just want to get things done."

"Um."

Old Hei in the fisherman hat nodded with satisfaction, stretched his hand to the back of his waist, and a shining silver pistol appeared in his hand.

His action was like giving an order.

In two cars one behind the other, seven or eight old black men came shouting. They all picked up various guns in their hands, and the drums on them were particularly conspicuous. This firepower was determined to come and engage in a firefight.

These old black men all looked fierce.

They didn't even care that it was clear day and they didn't even wear a hood on their faces, which was considered extremely arrogant.

No one was left in the car.

It's also extremely stupid.

The club manager looked at this group of people, his palms became sweaty.

His body shook violently and his eyes blinked a few times. It seemed, seemingly, maybe, that bastard police officer didn't tell him when to take action or when to avoid it.

Thinking of this, his bladder felt sore.

"There are nine armed gangsters in total, with heavy firepower." Ethan pressed the intercom hard and said hurriedly:

"Everyone, be careful, take action!"

Following his order, in the small parking lot opposite the factory building, next to the Cadillac, the tailgates of two Ford vans opened first.

The tactical SWAT team, armed to the teeth, filed out from inside.

There were a dozen people in the two vans. These people jumped out of the car quickly. They were all dressed in black uniforms and fully equipped with body armor, bulletproof helmets and explosion-proof shields.

At the command of the team commander, he quickly rushed forward.

Since there is plenty of time, and based on the principle that it is a waste if it is not used, Ethan transferred the SWAT tactical team.

We have these hammers, why don't we use them?

There are only a few people in our intelligence team, so why bother to take the bullet?

At this time, of course, it is necessary to bully the few with more.

Putting down the walkie-talkie, Ethan whipped out his Python revolver, and the people from the intelligence office quickly followed suit. They all wore body armor and held assault rifles.

More than twenty people formed a half circle and surrounded the front.

"Chicago police!"

"Put the gun down."

"Put down the gun and don't make me say it a second time."

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

A loud shout frightened all the armed gangsters.

More than twenty burly men, holding assault rifles and submachine guns, sprang out from behind the cars and were slowly approaching, the black muzzles of the guns glowing under the sunlight.

The equipment on his body gives people a strong sense of oppression.

"Crack."

An AK fell to the ground, and the flower-turbaned Lao Hei's legs softened, and he lay down, holding his head with both hands.

They are reckless, not stupid.

Why come out after being squatted for a few or more than ten years? Why should you be shot dozens of times?

This action triggered a chain reaction.

The remaining people also threw away their guns obediently and knelt down obediently.

There was only one exception. The bucket hat instantly realized that he had been betrayed by the club manager. He was furious and quickly hugged the manager who was trying to escape.

The gun in his hand hit the opponent's jaw hard.

"Back off!"

The bucket hat roared excitedly, spitting everywhere: "Get out of here, or I'll kill him."

As the primary commander at the scene, everyone looked towards Ethan.

Of course, that includes club managers.

"Don't shoot."

The manager waved his hands quickly and looked at Ethan pleadingly: "Please, don't come close."

Next to him, there was a person lying on the ground.

Only the guy in front of me was still stubbornly resisting.

"No, let him shoot."

Ethan raised his arm, and the silver python slipped out with a flash of light: "I will drive with him."

"It doesn't matter, he will die with you."

"Go in peace, don't be afraid."

As soon as these words came out, everyone including the tactical SWAT team looked at Ethan in confusion, wondering what kind of operation this was.

Especially the club manager, his eyes darkened.

He had a hunch that what the other person said was not a joke.

"Ha ha."

With a chuckle, Ethan strode over and pointed the gun firmly at the fisherman's hat: "Is the hat on your head making you stupid? If you hold this person hostage, are you sure you can hold me hostage?"

"If I remember correctly, he should be with you, right?"

"Farke."

The bucket hat swore angrily and threw away the pistol.

No one here is a civilian, and the police or the guy in front of them don't care about the life or death of the club manager.

This was quickly figured out by him.

"Shet."

The club manager also cursed angrily, his feet softened, and he collapsed on the ground.

"Handcuffs."

Ethan flicked a gunshot and inserted the python firmly into the holster.

The fisherman hat is smiling and holding his head in his hands.

He allowed Rusek and Atwater to handcuff him, and said nonchalantly: "Come on, take me to prison."

Ethan inexplicably felt that he gave people a sense of confidence.

Intelligence Team, Chase Room.

Ethan was chatting with Olinsky, both of them looking relaxed and happy.

No matter what this time, this guy named Lan has been caught, and a group of people have also been arrested. This independent trafficking network has been completely destroyed.

All that's left is to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

"You listen to me."

Ethan played with the stapler, shrugged and said, "Just sending a bouquet of flowers at night is not enough."

"Let's book a restaurant, it'll have a better atmosphere."

"How should I put it? It's important to give you and Meredith a little sense of love again."

"Well."

Olinsky groaned and shook his head quickly: "No, we are already an old couple."

He was still a little embarrassed as he spoke.

He adheres to the old-school style of a man and is relatively reserved emotionally.

"You listen to me when it comes to picking up girls."

Ethan waved his hand and said without hesitation: "If it really doesn't work, just listen to Rusek. Don't think that because she is your wife, you don't need to give her a surprise."