My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 404 Need Support

The suspect's wound was bleeding continuously.

Horsted quickly put on the glove and pressed his hand on it: "Come on, we must press the wound, otherwise he will bleed to death soon.

"What are you still doing?"

Ethan looked at Rusek: "Get started, now is the time to learn."

"Ok."

Ruzek hurriedly put on the gloves and pressed them on Horstead's hand.

Ignoring this daredevil, Ethan took his Glock and walked back. Except for the initial impulsiveness, Rusek's performance was decent.

Not many rookie policemen dare to shoot back.

Even so, Ethan had to hold his gun first, and wait until he calmed down.

The kitchen at the back has no signs of being used for cooking.

The inside is almost like a utility room, and Irene is rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

There were small cardboard boxes all over the cabinet, Ethan inserted the Glock back into his waist, put on his gloves and rummaged through it.

"sand."

When moving a cardboard box, it was extremely heavy, and there was a crisp knocking sound inside.

Ethan quickly opened the cardboard box, which was full of pointed bullets.

"Eileen."

He picked up the bullet and turned around.

"Cop killer."

Irene hurried over, took the bullet in her hand, and said solemnly.

"What do you mean?"

Ethan picked up another bullet and looked at it carefully.

"These are M995 armor-piercing bullets, Teflon-coated bullets, which can increase penetration." Antonio walked over, grabbed a handful of bullets, and said with a frown:

"Penetrates Kevlar, now you see why it's called a cop killer?"

Of course Ethan understands that according to what Antonio said, most of the bulletproof vests on the police are useless.

Although the opponent is not coming at the police, this kind of ammunition can pose a great threat to them.

He and Antonio glanced at each other and brought the case to the top of the list.

"I have found something here."

Irene found a black plastic bag beside her, and took out an unsealed small paper box from it.

"insulin."

Antonio took the box and glanced at it: "What does this mean, the person who shot just now has diabetes?"

"Why does diabetes require so much insulin?"

Irene opened the plastic bag, and there was a big bag full, all of which were small cartons that had been unsealed.

"give me."

Ethan took the small cardboard box in Antonio's hand, and put the armor-piercing bullets in, it just fit, exactly.

"no doubt."

Hank stood at the door of the kitchen, crossed his arms and said, "This is a transit warehouse for a group of arms smugglers. The person at the door has been confirmed dead."

"That idiot should have heard the news and knew that there are good products here, so he wanted to make a fuss about it."

"I agree with you."

Antonio shook his head and said with a smile: "After a year, there are not a few people who have died of such stupidity. I don't know if my brain is flooded when I come to rob the arms dealers alone."

"It's just that now this idiot has ruined all of this, and our surveillance mission can no longer be carried out."

"I don't care about it here, and leave it to the patrol police to deal with the aftermath."

Hank stepped forward, picked up a packaging box, and threw it to Irene: "Investigate the source of these insulin packaging boxes, find the delivery driver, there must be tracking serial numbers on these things."

"Ok."

Erin took the box, nodded and said.

Hank looked to the other side again, before he could speak, Antonio shrugged and said:

"I'm going to talk to an informant. This kind of powerful thing is circulating on the black market. There won't be any news."

This time the monitoring mission ended halfway, and the only good news was that they already knew what they were facing.

After a simple search, Ethan walked out of the house.

Patrol vehicles have been parked outside and the house has been cordoned off.

Curious residents nearby came forward to watch, saw the corpse, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the ambulance going away, Ethan pulled out the Glock:

"Have you calmed down yet?"

Rusek nodded, his fingers trembling slightly when he took the pistol.

This is still not killed on the spot. If the person is killed, the impact on him is estimated to be even greater.

"Detective."

Ruzek holstered the pistol and pulled Ethan aside: "Can you tell me about how you felt after shooting the other day?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Ethan felt that he was still a little excited, frowned and asked, "How do you feel now?"

"excited."

Rusek looked left and right, swallowed and said, "I'm not scared, I don't feel sick, I just feel a little excited."

This kid is a talent.

To be able to find myself and say this, it seems that I regard myself as a big brother.

"The first time you shoot, it's normal to see what happens."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "You just need to know that you are doing the right thing."

"Okay, I know."

Rusek nodded, and talked to Ethan about what was in his heart, and his mood gradually calmed down.

But no matter how good his mentality is, he is still a rookie.

After returning to the police station, Rusek also received Ethan's previous treatment, was forced to take a vacation by Hank, and went to see a psychiatrist.

This shooting incident was not as big of an impact as Union Station.

It is estimated that it will take a day or two to rest and let him adjust.

"Ethan, come with me."

Not long after he sat down, Hank called him out.

"The case of Octopus, that kid, do you still have any memory?" Hank glanced at him as the Cadillac SUV drove forward.

"of course."

Ethan nodded, that little black was very cooperative, and it didn't take long, of course he remembered.

"He gave us a key clue."

Hank said in a deep voice, "This kid wants to get out of gang life, and I want to help him."

A gang is not a playground, where you can enter or leave whenever you want.

Without the intervention of powerful people, without paying a big price, those who want to leave the gang can only end up dead on the street.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ethan looked out the window, and the environment of the neighborhood gradually deteriorated: "This is their life, so we can't help, right?"

"That child has been living in my house for the past few days."

Hank said in a deep voice: "The last time he went back, he was severely beaten by the gang."

"Rafe is dead, and those people are all angry on him."

"He's only fourteen or fifteen years old, what can he do?" Ethan pouted and said:
"Are you going to die with Rafe?"

"Yes."

Hank nodded: "In the eyes of those people, that child's behavior of hiding is extremely shameful, and he should resist with Rafe, even if the end is death."

Well, Ethan doesn't understand this gang mentality.

"I talked to his boss. Normally, they wouldn't do anything to me."

Hank turned the steering wheel: "But, in case someone gets high and goes crazy, I need support."

"rest assured."

Ethan patted his waist with a smile: "Your support is always full."

(End of this chapter)