My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 435

"Click."

Ruzek snapped his fingers quickly, he wanted to stand up, and sat down with another hiss:
"I was on surveillance just now and saw this car appear."

Hearing his words, everyone gathered around.

Rusek held back the pain and quickly operated on the computer, which quickly allowed him to find the relevant monitoring screen.

He typed on the keyboard to freeze the screen.

"Jesus fish, brown van." Rusek tapped his finger on the screen: "Exactly as Irene described."

"Wait a moment."

Gene took over the keyboard, and under his operation, the screen zoomed in.

"God's Tent."

Antonio read the text on the side of the van, pouted and said, "I know this kind of car. It's a food delivery car for a church at the intersection of 63rd Street and California Avenue."

"This kind of car is used to deliver meals to the lonely and helpless elderly. Now it seems that they have developed a new business."

Hank nodded again and again: "Do you know someone from this church?"

"It can't be said that we know each other." Antonio shrugged and said, "The pastor there is named Mike, an old GD who was imprisoned a few years ago."

"Now it seems that he doesn't think he has sat enough."

GD is a veteran gang in Chicago, and its strength in the South Side is extraordinary.

The time of existence is much older than Ethan's age. There are 5 or [-] active gang members.

To make Antonio say that he is an old GD, he must be a person who upholds the old-school style.

Gangsters like these know one thing, what happens to anyone who tries to ask the police for help or to inform them.

Everyone present knew that it was not easy to pry open the mouth of this pastor Mike.

These people, what they hate the most are informers.

Although things are difficult, they can always find a way to solve them. A considerable part of their work is to fight these gangsters.

"Gene."

Hank quickly made a decision, and he issued an order: "Find all the photos of the people in this church and let Nadia identify them."

Irene took a step forward and said bluntly:

"As long as there is anyone she knows, I will immediately apply for a search warrant."

Alley behind the church, Cadillac.

Ethan looks to the side, where Atwater is nervously inspecting the body armor.

Orlinsky was temporarily busy and couldn't participate in the operation. Rusek was still a little bit pained, and bringing him was just an extra burden.

Ethan simply ran to the reception and asked Atwater from Pratt.

Now it's the capture, and Atwater's strong body also has an advantage.

Burgess was supposed to be called, but instead she ran to the hospital.

Ethan waited for the action signal, and asked curiously: "When you were dealing with the garbage complaint case today, the old lady of the house owner kidnapped a child."

"That's right!"

Atwater nodded quickly: "If it wasn't for accidents, we wouldn't have found out."

"Who would have thought that a poor-looking old woman would hide a child in the basement. According to the information we found, the child has been missing for two years."

"Poor kid, who knows what kind of life he's been living these two years."

"Fucking world."

Ethan shook his head and said.

When he went downstairs to find help, he heard the patrolmen talking about the two lucky guys, Atwater and Burgess.

After inquiring, I realized that such a shocking thing had happened.

"You should know by now." Ethan tapped the steering wheel: "In this world, nothing is insignificant, and even the smallest things may have unexpected consequences."

"For you, it may be an annoying nuisance case."

"But for that kid, it was his new life."

"I also learned a lot during this process." Thinking of his listless appearance this morning, Atwater's face became hot, he stopped his movements, and said solemnly:
"We will take every little thing more seriously in the future."

"Hope you remember."

Ethan raised his arm: "Keep going, I am optimistic about you, the intelligence team needs someone like you."

"Thank you."

Atwater excitedly bumped fists with Ethan, and punched down a tube of chicken blood, making his blood boil.

"Ready, assemble."

The electric noise of the headset sounded, and Hank's words came.

They got out of the car quickly, and here was an alley with barren weeds beside it. A gray van was parked inside the iron fence, which was exactly the same as the one in the surveillance video.

At the opposite alley, Hank, Irene, and Antonio got out of the car fully armed.

A group of five people met at the iron gate in the middle. Antonio put on the goggles, and the welding torch in his hand sprayed flames at the iron lock.

Ethan squatted beside him, raising his gun and looking around.

In this kind of place, any black man might carry a gun on his body.

After waiting anxiously for a while, Antonio put away the welding torch, stretched out his hand and pushed, and the iron door behind the church quietly opened.

"Be careful."

He took off his goggles and wiped off his sweat: "It's still hot, don't touch it."

Without his reminding, people with brains carefully avoid the red iron bars and walk in quickly

Go through the path and come to the back door.

In just one or two months, everyone in the intelligence team accepted the fact that Ethan is now the most powerful arrow in their team.

When conducting field operations, he naturally became the one calling the shots.

Even Hank was no exception, leaning against the wall waiting for orders.

Turn on the radar and scan the inside.

Ethan raised his palm and swung it down heavily.

Atwater immediately swung the battering hammer, and with his strong arm, the hammer hit the door lock with a gust of wind.

"boom."

The door slammed open.

Ethan rushed inside with the AR15 at a speed so fast that Atwater couldn't catch up.

Seeing the layout inside clearly, he moved in quickly like an arrow leaving the string, and when he approached a door inside, he jumped up and kicked the lock fiercely.

"Boom."

Sawdust splattered and door locks bounced.

Like a tiger, he rushed into the room with a gust of wind.

"Hold on, Chicago police!"

"Bang bang."

Come on, don't worry! ! !

Hank hurriedly followed, he was afraid that Ethan would suddenly chug everyone inside, and the mastermind behind the scenes hadn't been found yet.

Behind, Atwater froze, and forgot to put down the hammer.

It wasn't until the others rushed in that he threw the battering hammer aside with a bang, picked up the shotgun, and spread his legs to follow.

In the chess and card room, five or six old blacks are biting cigarettes and playing mahjong.

In front of them, stacks of Franklin's gleaming pistols were placed on top of the banknotes.

Lao Hei, who was wearing a khaki suit and vest, excitedly rubbed the cards in his hand.

The familiar touch made him know it was a whiteboard without looking at it.

He shouted murderously: "I've touched thirteen."

Just as he was about to pat down the mahjong tiles, there was a muffled sound outside the door, which stopped his movement.

Just about to stand up, with a bang, the door was violently broken open.

The whiteboard in his hand slipped quietly.

"Stay still, Chicago police."

Ethan saw the light spots inside sitting together, so he pre-empted and quickly broke through the door.

Faced with the threat of gunpoint, some people still want to touch the pistol on the table.

He quickly pulled the trigger, and the two pistols on the table were hit by him. The bang bang bullets flew aside, and the splashing sparks frightened GD's outstretched palms to freeze on the spot.

"I said, don't move."

Pointing the gun firmly at the group of people, Ethan said in a deep voice: "The next shot will not be so accurate, whoever will try it first."

　Thank you brother judge of hell for the reward, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)