My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 436: They Are All Players
"Chicago police."

"Don't move so much."

"Raise your hand."

With a yell, several people rushed in behind him.

I thought I would see a bloody scene, but those GD people all sat obediently by the table, not daring to move.

Hank also breathed a sigh of relief, it's not good if his own people are too good at fighting.

In the past two months, the number of people killed by the intelligence team has increased significantly, and he was also asked by the director to chat, implying that he should keep a low profile.

He was also relieved to win this time without injury.

"Pastor Mike." Antonio walked up to the fat black man in a khaki suit vest and handcuffed him, and grabbed the thick hundred-dollar bill on the table:
"Are these God's gifts to you?"

"This is a donation from believers. What does it have to do with you?" Pastor Mike looked at the boys sitting around the table viciously: "Shut your damn mouths."

"Don't say anything."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Ethan walked behind him and pushed away the cards in front of him: "Thirteen Yao, it's not easy to get this kind of card, it will take all your luck."

Pastor Mike glanced at his waist and narrowed his eyes: "Magic police?"

To be precise, he should be talking about the demon police.

Hearing Pastor Mike's words, other GD boys cast their curious eyes over.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him on the head unceremoniously: "I am so handsome, why do you slander me as a devil?"

"Cough." Hank coughed softly:
"Notify the patrol and take them all away."

In addition to the gun that was shot by Ethan, several guns were also found from GD's younger brother.

These guns are all put into evidence bags, and ballistic analysis will be done at that time.

There is a high probability that the two guns that killed Harris are inside, and these people cannot escape.

Just as he was stuffing the wads of banknotes on the table into his bag, two GD boys kept staring at him. The eyes of these old black men stared at him for a while, which made people feel hairy.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Ethan wasn't used to these old blacks, so he picked one that didn't look good, and grabbed his face with his hand, pinching his fingers until his fingers turned white: "Do you want to recognize someone?"

"Shall I tell you my address?"

"Don't get me wrong, he's just curious." Pastor Mike saw the pained look on his little brother's face, and explained:

"It's not just the notes that pay attention to us."

"The Dao will also pay attention to the information of the note. You are from the 21st Bureau, right, the python revolver. Many people on the Dao died under your gun."

Damn, have I been targeted so soon?

Ethan glanced at Hank, who shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know.

"That's why you called me the policeman, are you threatening me?"

Ethan simply pulled out the python and pressed it hard against his temple: "I don't like being threatened."

"Hey, Ethan, don't be impulsive."

Antonio quickly stopped his mouth and wanted to say something, but Hank stopped him.

Erin opened her mouth slightly, but did not speak.

Ruzek's eyes wandered, and he put on the handcuffs seriously.

I didn't expect to draw the gun at the slightest disagreement with this note, which is more GD than GD. Pastor Mike was nervous, but also stubborn.

He tilted his head and said, "It doesn't mean that."

"Everyone is a player in this city. If you follow us, we will follow you. It's as simple as that."

"As expected of an old GD, everything he says makes sense."

It is impossible for me to shoot in front of so many people, just to scare him.

Ethan put away his gun and pulled him up: "Unfortunately, in the final analysis, you are still an idiot, let's go."

For these gangsters, Ethan has his own perception.

There are tens of thousands of people in the GD alone, and there are dozens of gangs in Chicago, and more of them die at the hands of their own people every day than at the hands of the police.

These gangsters can't be cleaned up, and they can only beat whoever jumps.

Darkness to darkness.

Just maintain a general balance.

Seeing Ethan put away his gun, except for Hank, the other three breathed a sigh of relief.

If they really shot, they didn't know how to deal with it. After such a small episode happened, their speed was much faster, and they quickly escorted everyone out.

Several GD boys were handed over to the patrol, and Pastor Mike was pushed into their car by Irene.

On the way back, Atwater said with lingering fear:

"Dude, you really scared me just now."

"I didn't expect you to have your own name in the Tao. This is not easy."

"Do you want to?"

Ethan glanced at him: "I can give it to you, as long as people call me the most handsome police detective in Chicago."

"do not."

Atwater shook his head quickly: "I can't resist."

This kind of name has no effect, it is nothing more than a kind of ridicule for him by those gangsters.

When those people called him Mr. Morgan, it meant something.

Back at the police station, the others led Pastor Mike to enter through the front door, while Ethan drove to the garage at the back door.

Curious about the next step, Atwater walked quickly inside.

Ethan stopped and walked to the iron cage.

"Have you caught anyone?"

Nadia's voice was hoarse, and she seemed to be struggling in great pain. Her whole body was curled up on the bench, neither a human nor a ghost.

"Ah."

Seeing that she was in good condition, Ethan looked aside.

A young Caucasian boy in a baseball jacket was sitting on a chair outside the iron cage. Judging from his age, he should be sixteen or seventeen years old.

He looks a little handsome, the kind that is very popular with high school girls.

He fidgeted and looked at Nadia with disgust and a hint of horror.

"Who are you?" Ethan asked suspiciously that such a person appeared in the garage inexplicably.

"He's Lexie's boyfriend."

With a slightly annoyed voice, Orlinsky came out of the technical room: "Lexie sent a text message, asking where are you?"

He handed the phone to the man, with a serious tone:
"Reply to her, just say you are busy, what's the matter?"

Although he had never met, Ethan knew that Lexie was Orlinski's daughter, and why did he bring his daughter's boyfriend back to the police station.

Ethan was confused, but cooperated with Orinski to look at the curly-haired boy.

Facing the staring eyes of the two people, the curly-haired boy took his mobile phone with trembling fingers and quickly replied.

After a while, a text message rang.

Orlinsky put his hands in his pockets and looked at the red brick wall above the iron cage: "Read it."

Not only Ethan, but Nadia who was locked up also cast curious eyes.

The curly-haired brother swallowed, and read with difficulty:
"I think my father already knows about hiding the leaves for you, so be careful."

Reminiscent of Orlinski's absent-minded and elusive appearance today, Ethan instantly understood what was going on.

"I am really sorry."

The curly-haired boy lowered his head and stammered, "I didn't know that the school would suddenly search the lockers."

"I'm applying to college, and I can't put that on file."

Ethan squatted down and slapped him on the shoulder: "So, you let your girlfriend resist?"

The curly-haired boy trembled and looked at Ethan with flickering eyes:

"This is related to my future life, and I have no choice, you understand."

"You have a choice."

Ethan grabbed his shoulder heavily: "You just chose to be an asshole, even if you go to college in the future, it won't change the fact that you are an asshole."

(End of this chapter)