My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 413 I Didn't Admit the Wrong Person

When they stepped forward to control the gun dealers, Ethan lowered his gun.

In order for his information not to be uploaded to the desktop of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he precisely controlled the shooting position this time.

Those who were shot, including Ganz, were shot in the hands and feet.

It's not going to die, but it's definitely not going to feel good either.

The shooting of the suspect and the death of the suspect are two different concepts, and he doesn't have to write a lot of paperwork reports.

"call out."

A crisp whistle sounded.

Orlinsky came out of the corner with a smile, and walked to Ganz in a big way:
"idiot."

He reached out and tapped the belt head: "The bug you want is here."

"When you're in prison, when you tell stories to your boyfriends, remember to spell out the details."

Ganz was sweating profusely from the pain, and could only stare at Olinski.

This kind of gaze can be seen a hundred or eighty times a year, and Olinsky doesn't care at all.

Outside the factory building, sirens quickly approached.

"Man, you can run really fast."

Ethan stepped forward and bumped fists with Olinsky: "I guess you were a sprint champion when you were in school."

"Hahaha."

Olinski scratched his beard with a smile: "A few guns are facing at the back, whoever you let come, he is a sprint champion."

"Chicago police."

From the front door, there was a shout.

This is to prevent accidental injury, and the identity must be loudly identified.

"Come in." Hearing Atwater's voice, Irene replied loudly while putting on handcuffs:

"The scene is under control."

Hearing her voice, Atwater and Burgess walked in nervously holding a Glock.

Seeing that all the members of the intelligence team put down their guns, looking relaxed and comfortable, they put their guns back into their holsters and reported to Pratt about the situation at the scene.

Empty bullet casings were strewn all over the ground, and the two suspects were handcuffed in a pool of blood.

The sight in front of them made these two people very excited.

Atwater and Burgess were the two best-performing patrolmen in the 21st Bureau, and Hank also trained them as a reserve force.

When there is a major task, the two of them will be called for support.

Let them be familiar with the daily work and various pressures of the intelligence team, in case of emergency.

Ethan walked quickly to the van. The tarpaulin had been pulled aside by Irene and Horst. Inside, dozens of automatic rifles were randomly placed together.

The magazines were placed individually in the corner, next to a dozen paint buckets filled with armor-piercing bullets.

Ethan grabbed the bullet and looked at it. The bullet had the same coating as the bullets seized before. This was the right owner.

"Good marksmanship."

Horstead held out his arm to him: "Good job."

In every case, the really difficult and most time-consuming stage is the stage of finding the truth.

It is relatively simple to solve the murderer.

"Thank you, this is the result of the team. In fact, it all depends on you attracting the firepower in front." Ethan clapped him and said with a smile: "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to go so smoothly."

"He was right."

Hank hoisted the AR15 in front of him, and put his hands on the handle of the gun: "As long as we get together, these people are clowns."

"of course."

"The sheriff was right."

The others also came over and fisted and clapped each other.

It is a happy thing that everyone was unscathed when they refuted the fire with the gun dealer this time.

China Town.

Several days have passed since the gun smuggling case.

In the past few days, Ethan would put on a Dodge Challenger and come here after get off work every day.

For the incident last time, he didn't think he misjudged the person or had hallucinations.

No matter how scary things are, I have encountered them myself.

Hallucinations, not an option.

When Miranda left Banshee Town, she told Ethan that she was going to join her cousin in Chicago, and the location would be suitable.

This is a stripper with a very sense of justice, which is rare.

It was because of her clues at the beginning that Proctor's power could be destroyed step by step like dominoes.

If Miranda was reduced to the streets, it was my duty to give her a hand.

After a few days of wandering, he has touched all the big and small places in Chinatown.

Tonight, it seems that there is still little hope.

Ethan shook his head, slowly turned the direction to spray, and drove to the next place.

The Dodge Challenger wandered the streets for another half hour, and he slammed on the brakes as he passed an alley.

Under the street lamp, a familiar figure appeared in front of him again.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, he finally didn't waste his efforts.

"Dudu."

Push down the peaked cap and sound the horn.

A little black little step ran over and leaned over the window:

"Sir, do you want that?"

Ethan raised his hand and nodded at the long-haired black woman who was smoking on the street corner.

"It's a good choice, wait a minute." The corner of Xiao Hei's mouth was upturned, and he turned his head and waved:
"Yo, Nancy, move your ass, come here quickly."

Under Xiao Hei's call, Miranda, who was wearing heavy makeup, twisted her waist and approached, and opened the car door.

"$200 a time."

Looking at the slowly moving night scene, this Nancy said wearily, "Do you want to be in the car or go to the motel?"

"Long time no see." Ethan took off his peaked cap and threw it behind:
"When did you call Nancy?"

"You've got the wrong person, I don't know what you're talking about?" The woman sitting in the co-pilot looked at Ethan, then hurriedly turned her head, and her voice became flustered:

"I'm sorry sir, please stop, I don't feel well."

"Come and have something to eat with me." Ethan turned the steering wheel and drove towards a restaurant in the distance:
"Old friends meet and catch up on the old days."

This Nancy, Miranda, became silent.

The Dodge Challenger slowly stopped in the parking lot outside a chain fast food restaurant, and Ethan tapped the steering wheel: "Are you planning to eat something, or chat here?"

After hesitating for a while, Miranda picked up the handbag.

Walking into the restaurant, I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here again. Atwater and Burgess were sitting on the high stools at the dining table, eating supper.

But they turned their backs to Ethan and didn't notice him.

Ethan didn't want to say hello either, so he led Miranda to a corner of the restaurant and sat down.

"What do you want to eat."

Ethan handed the menu card to Miranda: "Any order, it's mine."

I haven't seen her for a few months, and she has become much haggard. Although she also worked in a strip club before, she is not as good as she is now.

The thick foundation couldn't cover her dark circles.

The skin is rough, the eyes are bleak, and the whole person looks much older than before.

"Sandwiches, coffee."

Miranda finally spoke, speaking hoarsely.

"Just give me a cup of coffee, thank you." Ethan handed the menu card to the waiter. He put his arms on the table and stared at Miranda:
"I believe you won't forget me, right?"

"of course not."

Miranda smiled bitterly: "You are the most generous and gentlemanly client I have ever met."

(End of this chapter)