My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 428 Has Convinced Him
Seeing the flashing blue light in the distance, the Cadillac slowed down and stopped beside the police car.

The patrolman on the side walked over quickly, trying to make him leave.

Ethan flashed his police lights to show his identity.

Seeing that everyone inside was wearing bulletproof vests, he also walked around to the back of the car and took out the bulletproof vests from the trunk.

Cross the cordon and walk to the command vehicle.

Hank also came to the scene and was looking at the house next to him.

"This house is registered under the name of Dean Masters." A patrol captain introduced the situation: "The neighbor heard a woman screaming inside."

"Our people came here and knocked on the door to inquire. The people inside said they had guns in their hands and told us to get out of here."

Ethan stopped pulling the bulletproof vest, and looked at Irene puzzled:

"It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with us."

This is not to shirk work, this is a metropolis with a population of several million, if the intelligence team does all the work, a few of them will not be able to work 24 hours a day.

"Masters is not an ordinary person. There is a note in the system. If there is a case related to him, we must be notified."

Hank took the words and continued:

"This person is an art criminal. Last year, the Art Academy was stolen. He is a major suspect, but we failed to catch him."

"what!!!"

A piercing scream came from inside the house, startling them.

"Let's go."

Ethan took the breaking hammer from Irene's hand: "Look at what our art criminal wants to do."

Except for Horsted, who was recuperating, everyone rushed to the scene.

"Boom bang bang."

Hank slapped the door hard a few times: "Masters, this is Sheriff Boyett, open the door, let's settle the matter, there is no need to hurt anyone."

"Do not."

A roar came from inside: "Stay away, or I will kill this bitch."

Several people glanced at each other, and Hank waved decisively.

Ethan grasped the two handles of the hammer and raised his arms high.

"Boom."

The hammer fell heavily to the lock, and the door slammed open.

"Hey, don't move." The people behind rushed in quickly, and the warning sounds sounded one after another:
"Put down your weapon."

Ethan threw the hammer aside, pulled out the python and strode in.

In the spacious living room, a white man in a black sweater held an Asian woman in black underwear.

On the table in front of them, a huge glass bowl filled with a small half bowl of flour.

Next to the flour bowl, there are some suction tools.

"Stay away from me, as I said, if you get closer, I will kill her." The man in the black sweater excitedly strangled the Asian woman's neck and pointed the gun at her neck.

"No, please, save me quickly."

The Asian woman with short black hair shook her head frantically, with tears all over her face: "Please, I don't want to die."

"Masters, put the gun down."

Seeing that the two sides were tense and emotional, Irene stood up quickly: "Put down the gun first, we are here to help you."

But Masters didn't listen to her at all, and yelled at the Asian woman who was held hostage:
"You framed me, you wanted to kill me, right?"

"I just want to have fun, why are you doing this."

After speaking, he grabbed the Asian woman by the hair, pressed her into the flour bowl, and crushed her hard: "You damn bitch."

"boom."

Gunshots sounded suddenly.

Masters' head exploded instantly, splashing blood and staining the ceiling red.

The chaotic scene stopped for an instant, and two seconds later, piercing screams continued, and the Asian woman pushed the corpse behind her aside and quickly hid in a corner.

"Hey, why are you shooting."

Irene walked over dissatisfied: "We have not obtained any information, and I am confident to persuade him."

"No, I've already convinced him."

Ethan slammed the python revolver back into the holster: "Look at the table, how much flour he sucked, what can you ask?"

"This person's spirit is completely insane. Are you going to exchange information with that woman's life?"

Irene was speechless, she spread her hands helplessly:

"What if you get hurt by mistake?"

"Just treat me as if I hit every shot within a range of more than ten meters."

Ethan waved his hand, interrupting the conversation.

The danger at the scene was lifted, and the patrols outside also came in one after another to search the entire house.

Ethan took a few tissues from the side and walked up to the Asian woman.

Her body was still shaking, her nose was broken, and her face was caked with flour and blood.

"Chinese?"

Ethan squatted down and looked at her with a smile.

The woman nodded quickly, but the fear in her eyes still remained.

"Wipe it."

Ethan reached out and helped her wipe the flour and blood off her face.

On the other side, the patrol captain just walked up to Hank, and he nodded at Ethan: "Did he shoot it?"

"Yes."

Hank said in a deep voice, "He just did what he should do."

The patrol captain asked curiously: "Half a month ago, he was the one who killed the silencer, right?"

"how do you know?"

Hank has been in the Chicago Police Department for decades, and he knows everyone with some seniority, and the patrol captain in front of him is no exception.

"Not many people wear boa constrictor revolvers."

The tall and fat patrol captain patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, you have found a good guy."

Ethan chatted briefly with the Chinese, and found that she kept looking at the corpse lying aside, so he took her to the sofa on the other side.

Irene threw the coat she found to him: "Sorry, I shouldn't have questioned you just now."

"fine."

It was just a small episode, he didn't take it to heart.

Ethan took the coat and helped the Asian woman wrap it up.

"Can you tell me what happened now?" Ethan squatted down and smiled at her: "You are safe now, don't be afraid."

The Chinese woman said in shock, "I don't know either."

"After he sucked some flour, he kept yelling that people were coming for him and he was going to be cleaned up."

"At the same time, he drew a pistol from his body and kept waving it, saying that he was not afraid of anyone."

"I was scared and wanted to leave quietly."

"You all know what happened next."

"Detective."

Footsteps sounded from behind, and two medical staff came over: "We need to let her go to the hospital for a physical examination first."

"Row."

Ethan said to the Chinese woman: "You have a good rest at night, you need to come to the police station tomorrow and make a statement."

With her current state of mind, she couldn't ask anything useful.

The Chinese woman nodded, wrapped her coat tightly, and followed the medical staff out of the house.

Ethan stood up and looked at the few words on the notebook.

"What did she explain?" Hank walked over with Antonio.

"It seems that our Mr. Art Prisoner is in trouble." He tapped on the notebook and made a simple judgment:
"No matter what trouble it is, it should kill him."

"Yes."

Antonio turned around and looked at half a catty of flour on the table:

"These things should be the last party he threw for himself."

(End of this chapter)