My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 437
The curly-haired brother was pinched by him and grinned, but he didn't dare to say anything.

For this kind of person, Ethan didn't have the slightest affection.

Go off on your own, leave your problems to other people, and go to college happily.

Ethan was sure that the moment this bastard entered college was the moment when Orlinski's daughter wanted to offer a breakup package.

I have to say that this kind of shameless guy will do well in the future.

but not now.

Ethan pulled out the python from the holster and weighed it in his hand.

He held the gun body and handed it to the curly-haired guy: "Excuse me, my shoelace is loose, can you help me take it?"

"Thank you."

The curly-haired brother was stunned, and reached out to touch the handle of the gun.

Seeing this scene, Nadia was too scared to speak out.

At the critical moment, Orlinski shouted hastily: "Ethan, don't do this."

This exclamation woke up the curly-haired brother.

He looked at the handle of the gun that was close to Chi Chi, and let out a white sweat in fright, and retracted his arm like lightning.

Bladder sour, crotch quickly wet.

Ethan withdrew his pistol regretfully, staring at the curly-haired man: "Take up your responsibilities."

"You go back to school and find leadership."

"Tell the truth of the matter as it is, without any concealment."

"If you want to find a scapegoat, it doesn't matter who you offended."

"Don't think that you can't do anything to let you leave. I have a hundred ways to deal with you and make you regret coming to this world. Do you understand what I mean?"

"clear."

The curly-haired man's face was flushed red, he avoided Ethan's cold gaze, and nodded quickly in fright.

Olinsky shook his head, waved his hand and said:
"get out."

Brother Curly's thighs were trembling, and he ran to the side door quickly.

"Bangdang."

In a panic, he tripped over the threshold and jumped at the dog to eat shit.

He quickly got up again, leaving urine all the way, and quickly disappeared from their field of vision.

"call."

Olinsky vomited out the depression in his heart, his daughter is really worrying, and he is willing to take the blame for such things.

He took off the toothpick, shook his head and said:

"I know you're doing it for my own good, but he's just a child, not dead yet."

"Waterfa."

Ethan spread his hands, speechless: "What's going on today, why does everyone think I'm going to kill someone, I just want to beat him up."

"Also, I was injured once."

He pressed his hand down and came to his waist: "It was stabbed by a child who was so tall."

"Don't underestimate children, villains don't know age."

Orlinsky smiled dumbly, took off his duckbill cap and slapped it.

"Nadia."

Ethan turned around helplessly, put his hands on the barbed wire, and asked Nadia who was already sitting up: "Don't I look like a good person?"

"picture."

Nadia squeezed out a smile: "It looks like a good person."

"You mean I'm not a good person?" Ethan tilted his head and looked at her.

"what!"

Nadia was stunned, not knowing what to say.

"Forget it, don't tease her." Orinsky put on his cap and put his arm around his shoulders: "Let's go up and see what they ask."

Nadia rolled her eyes heavily, and lay back on the bench.

Back on the second floor, I didn't expect that their interrogation hadn't started yet.

A group of people gathered together, discussing countermeasures.

Faced with this kind of old GD, he can only quickly break through his defenses, otherwise, these people will not cooperate with the police even if they are killed.

Ethan walked over and listened to a few words, and thought of an idea.

"Let me and Antonio come." He picked up a pack of counterfeit bills recovered at the scene and patted them in his hands:
"This kind of person is not afraid of death, but he must not be able to bear humiliation."

"Not necessarily." Irene shrugged and said, "Don't underestimate GD. In their eyes, they have lived a life of being humiliated by the police since they were young."

"Who said I was going to humiliate him."

Ethan grinned, and pulled Antonio back together.

In the interrogation room, Pastor Mike was sitting on the ground.

As an old fritter who has been in the palace several times, he is no stranger to this kind of place, and he is also familiar with the methods of the police.

Next, there must be a good guy and a bad guy.

He adjusted his sitting posture, ready to enjoy the next performance.

"Click."

Ethan turned the lock and pushed the door open:

"Hey, idiot."

"Can I have a little respect?"

Pastor Mike straightened his suit and vest, and scratched his neck in dissatisfaction: "I have always cooperated with your work."

"I haven't started working yet."

Ethan threw a bag of banknotes on the table: "You are cooperative, idiot."

Seeing the familiar money, Pastor Mike gritted his teeth.

The [-] or so that he had worked so hard to earn was confiscated just like that. He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, and he ignored Ethan's continued calling him an idiot.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Antonio also sat down with a folder. He opened the folder and took out a few photos: "This is the picture captured by the street surveillance."

"Several people who got off the food delivery truck went in and killed people all the way."

"The whole process was filmed, do you have anything to say?"

Pastor Mike shrugged and said nothing.

Seeing that he was unwilling to cooperate and looked at ease, Ethan took out his cigarette case.

He didn't rush to light a cigarette, but slowly opened the evidence bag and took out a few hundred yuan bills from it.

Pastor Mike didn't know what he was going to do, he looked like he was watching a play.

"Shh."

The lighter burst into flames, beating slightly.

Ethan smiled and shook the lighter back and forth a few times, then put it under the few dollars,

The tongue of fire licked, the banknotes ignited, and the fire gradually grew bigger.

Under the angry eyes of Pastor Mike, Ethan arrogantly put the cigarette in front of the burning dollar and took a few puffs.

The smoke filled the air, and the flames danced on his face, creating a sense of confusion.

Unfortunately, no sunglasses.

Bring a pair of sunglasses, it should feel more right.

Ethan shook out the banknote regretfully, and slowly exhaled a column of smoke, spraying it on Pastor Mike's face:
"Handsome?"

"You're not a demon, you're a fucking lunatic!"

Pastor Mike looked at Antonio in disbelief: "Is this how you handle the seized banknotes?"

"Normally not."

The scene just now made Antonio so handsome.

He also smiled and took out two cigarettes, tossed one to Pastor Mike, then grabbed a handful of Franklins and lit them with a lighter.

Pastor Mike looked at the burning Franklin and squeezed the cigarette holder hard.

Seeing that the fire was about to go out, he leaned forward and sucked bitterly.

Dollars burn on the interrogation stand.

The three of them smoked cigarettes with different expressions and fell into silence.

In the nearby observation room, Atwater and Rusek glanced at each other and shrugged. They had never seen anyone play like this in the interrogation room.

But it's really handsome!
Rusek scratched his crotch and cast an envious look.

"The banknotes are fake."

Pastor Mike smoked half a cigarette silently, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"Not too stupid."

Ethan flicked the ashes into the water glass, and said unhurriedly: "For a pile of papers, I will be sentenced to life imprisonment."

"Are you still going to stick to the principle of silence?"

(End of this chapter)