My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 412 Christmas Morning
"Call the patrol for peripheral support."

Hank quickly issued an order: "Ethan, Rusek, get out of the car and investigate."

"Go around the factory building and see if there are any guards outside and other entrances and exits."

Ethan looked at the map clearly, patted Rusek on the shoulder, and opened the car door from the inside.

This is a corner tens of meters away from the target factory building. After getting out of the car, he bent over and quickly walked around.

At this time, the role of radar is not very big.

In such a relatively open place, the detection distance is too short, which is a shortcoming of it.

While searching with the naked eye, he quickly approached the factory building using the obstacles around him.

These gun dealers are really newcomers, and they don't even have a sentry.

Vigilance is too poor.

When I touched the back, the light spots in the factory appeared on the radar. There were five people including Orinski.

Ethan took a few steps forward, but stopped abruptly.

The movement startled Rusek, and he stopped immediately.

Not far away was an SUV parked, its tail lights on.

That's right, they actually know how to arrange a way out.

In the headset, Olinsky's voice kept ringing, and a deal was about to be made.

Running out of time, Ethan gestured to Rusek to stop, and he quickly approached along the blind spot of the vehicle.

In the vehicle, the driver is leisurely playing with his mobile phone.

Tang Bure's short videos attracted his full attention.

A long gun barrel protruded through the car window and pressed against his neck, causing goose bumps.

"do not move."

Ethan held up the assault rifle with one hand, took the driver's cell phone away with the other hand, and threw it on the ground.

"Hands up."

He pulled the doorknob and said in a cold tone: "Come down slowly, you don't have to die for selling illegal guns, if you dare to resist, you will definitely die, don't do stupid things."

The driver nodded quickly and got out of the car with trembling feet.

Ruzek rushed up from behind, quickly pinned him down, and locked him in handcuffs.

"The back door is cleared and in place."

Ethan let go of the walkie-talkie, and said to Rusek again: "You stay here and look after people."

Waiting for Ruzek to nod, he walked to the iron gate that was concealed.

The light spot inside was 20 meters away. He slowly opened the iron door and slipped in.

In the factory building, after Orlinski got out of the car, he followed Ganz to a large van.

Beside the vehicle stood three traffickers with rifles in their hands.

Everyone was staring at him.

"okay."

Orlinski took the toothpick from his mouth: "Can we relax a little bit?"

"Four to one, you are still holding guns, afraid that I will rob you?"

"Where's the money?" Ganz signaled his accomplice to put down the gun.

"Show me the gun."

Olinsky spread his hands: "Please, do I need to teach you this rule?"

"clatter."

Ganz snapped his fingers, and one of his accomplices opened the car door, and the inside of the car was covered with a tarpaulin, which was bulging.

His companion lifted a corner of the tarpaulin to reveal semi-automatic rifles piled together like firewood.

This is simply a grassroots team, and I don't know how to buy some ammunition boxes to repack it.

Olinsky shook his head and took out the money from his body:
"Here is twenty-five thousand."

"Why not fifty thousand?" Ganz asked dissatisfiedly, taking a step forward.

"Please, I won't be so stupid as to bring all the money here." Orlinsky handed him the money and put the toothpick back in his mouth:
"I'll check if there's no problem, and give you a phone number."

"That friend just now will send over the rest of the money."

"Okay." Ganz had no choice but to take the half of the money, and patted his palm: "Check it."

Seeing that most of the transaction has been completed, Ganz's associates are also relieved.

Some yawned, and some took out cigarettes from their pockets and lit them. They were chaotic and without any discipline.

Picking up a semi-automatic rifle, Orlinsky checks it out:
"It's a new gun, and it's in really good condition."

Ganz said proudly: "Of course, you don't have to worry about our supply. If you need it in the future, you can still contact us."

"call."

Orlinsky took a deep breath and exhaled heavily:
"Do you smell the gun grease?"

He winked at Ganz and said with a smile: "It's just like the Christmas morning air."

"Hahaha."

Ganz grinned: "I like your metaphor."

His smile froze quickly, and as soon as Olinsky finished speaking, he ran to the side like a frightened hare, and disappeared behind a pile of factory machines in two or three strokes.

"Chicago police."

There was a loud shout from the front, the small door was smashed open, and several people in body armor rushed in quickly: "Put down your weapons."

"Strip."

With a roar, Ganz immediately picked up his gun and chased in the direction where Olinsky disappeared, and pulled the trigger suddenly.

"Bang bang bang."

His companion also immediately opened fire on the few people who burst in by the front door, and the violent gunshots sounded like fried beans.

Hank and the others quickly dispersed, raising their guns to fight back.

Under Hank's fierce attack, Ganz and the others retreated while fighting.

Ethan was behind and had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as the action signal was received, he quickly flashed out from behind a wall post.

He immediately saw Michael Ganz chasing in the direction of Olinski, and with a snap of his index finger, a cloud of blood mist instantly rose from Ganz's leg.

"boom."

Another shot was fired. As soon as Ganz fell to the ground, the palm holding the gun exploded into a ball of rotten flesh.

"Fake!"

Ganz screamed and rolled on the ground.

Hearing gunshots from behind, Ganz's accomplice turned his gun in horror.

Before he could fire, the bullets rained down.

The same is the position of the hands and feet, and he was shot with a bang bang, and fell heavily backwards.

"Drop the weapon in your hand."

Ethan yelled at the van and kept pulling the trigger.

"Puff puff bang."

There were more than a dozen bullet holes in the car body in an instant, and the windows were smashed.

"We surrender, don't shoot."

Under the front and back attack, the two gun dealers hiding on the side of the van yelled in horror, and the two semi-automatic rifles also slid and slid far away.

The matter had settled down, and Hank's voice calling for a ceasefire sounded from the front.

In the whole workshop, only the painful cries of the two injured people could be heard.

"Call the main station."

Hank pressed the walkie-talkie and strode forward: "There was a firefight. Two suspects were shot at the scene. Arrange for an ambulance."

Irene, Horstead, and Antonio all nervously got out of the corner.

Their muzzles were still not lowered, for fear that other gunmen would appear.

When they saw Ethan standing behind, for some reason, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and even Horstead cast admiring glances.

Just now several of them shot back and forth, seemingly lively, but in fact none of them were hit.

Ethan made a surprise attack from behind and quickly locked in the battle situation.

(End of this chapter)