My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 506

Seven people and four cars quickly headed to Chinatown.

As the name suggests, it is Chicago's Chinatown, where a large number of Chinese and Asians gather.

At the same time, it is also a high incidence of triad organized crime.

Soon came to West 21st Street, and saw the Ford black SUV that Gene said in the distance, and the vehicle was parked outside the door of a karaoke.

The Cadillac sped forward and stopped behind the Ford.

Olinsky was also driving the vehicle and stopped in front of Ford, making a forward and backward attack.

Ethan drove past the front door slowly, and it was quiet inside.

The people who came in and out also looked as usual, nothing unusual.

This is strange, according to the case in the morning, these people should have done it long ago.

"Ethan, you go to the back door!"

Hank's voice came from the headset: "Hosted, go up and check the situation."

"Others, be ready to support at any time."

Ethan really wanted to go up, but Hank's decision had already been made, and he couldn't refute it.

There can only be one leader in a department, especially in such a violent department, there is no need to raise opinions on such trivial matters, and Hank's authority must still be maintained.

The Chevrolet rounded the corner and stopped in the back alley.

Since Horstead returned to the team, under normal circumstances, Irene still formed a partner with him.

Now Ethan is alone with a car.

He lowered the right window, and pressed his hand on the handle of the gun. As long as someone rushed out of the back door with a strange expression, he would immediately greet him with gunfire.

"puff!"

After waiting for less than 2 minutes, the electric noise sounded.

"retreat!"

Hank said hoarsely: "Everyone returns to the police station, something is wrong."

Hearing the voice in the headset, Ethan was puzzled for a while.

He turned the steering wheel quickly and turned directly on the road, causing a burst of shouting and cursing.

Turning the corner, I saw Horstead had gone downstairs and was standing by the window of the Cadillac.

"what's going on?"

He lowered the window and waved his hand.

"Go back and talk about it!"

Horstead walked quickly across the street, motioning for him to leave first.

"bump!"

Ethan patted the steering wheel, but stepped on the accelerator helplessly, maybe he was looking for the wrong target.

When I came to an intersection, there were children everywhere, and a few yellow school buses parked on the side of the road.

A patrol car was parked in the middle of the intersection ahead, and two patrol officers, a man and a woman, were directing the traffic.

He took a closer look, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

While slowing down, he also took out his mobile phone.

"Beep beep."

The whistle in Lusek's mouth was making a listless sound.

Wearing white gloves, he waved to passing vehicles.

"I've really had enough."

Spit out the whistle, he said dejectedly:
"It's a piece of shit, I don't know how you keep it up."

The intelligence team was dealing with major cases, and when they came to the patrol team suddenly, there was a huge gap between them, which made Rusek at a loss as to what to do.

Either directing traffic or dealing with noise complaints.

All morning, I was doing these messy things.

"Hey, don't complain!"

Burgess came over biting the whistle: "Your approach is wrong, so I can't find the feeling."

"Okay!" Ruzek folded his hands like Hank did:
"Let me see what the right thing to do?"

"Look at me!"

Burgess raised his chin at him: "You have to put your heart and soul into it."

After she finished speaking, she made a gesture to direct traffic, and flicked her crotch, as if she was dancing.

Seeing her like this, Rusek suddenly laughed.

"Shhh~"

A clear whistle sounded: "Swing it up, baby!"

There was a booing sound from a car passing by.

Seeing the other party holding a mobile phone, Burgess hurriedly stopped.

"Bring your damn phone here." The partner was molested, and Ruzek strode over, reaching out to snatch the phone.

"Constable Rusek!"

The phone was put down, revealing the handsome face behind: "Are you trying to rob?"

"Detective Morgan?"

Seeing that it was Ethan, Lusek withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "Sorry, I didn't know it was you."

Behind Burgess, his fair face was flushed.

She wished she could find a seam in the ground and get in. It was too shameful for her action to be photographed.

"Hahaha!"

"Rusek, this suit suits you very well."

"Looks good, very handsome."

"Come on, have a laugh!"

What was even more embarrassing was still behind. The intelligence team's cars followed one after another.

Eileen held the steering wheel with one hand, raised the phone up like Ethan, and smiled from ear to ear.

The same goes for the others, booing one after another.

"Porphyrin"

They didn't accelerate until the last Cadillac honked its horn and heard Hank's urging.

When all the vehicles of the intelligence team left, not only Rusek, but Burgess also became dejected, without any vitality.

Back at the police station, everyone sat down at the table next to the iron cage in the garage.

After Horstead's narration, they knew what happened above.

Inside the casino, there were indeed several burly men.

They were also all armed, and they were beating up a guy.

But in the middle, Horsted was found, and the police badge was flashed, warning him to leave.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

The matter involves active-duty police officers, and if it is not handled carefully, the consequences will be very troublesome.

At this time, Gene walked over quickly and threw the printed document on the table.

Here is a thick stack of photos, all of which are police officers and detectives in charge of the Chinatown area.

"It's this guy!"

Horstead quickly found the corresponding photo and clicked on it vigorously: "I saw him put the muzzle of a gun into the mouth of a triad member and make threats."

Picking up the A4-sized photo, Hank frowned.

"You know this man?"

Noticing his expression, Antonio asked.

"That's right!"

Hank nodded: "This is Jamie Shi."

"When I was first promoted, he was my partner. At that time, I was in the anti-mafia team with him and Erwin."

"Later, the people above thought that he was more suitable for working in Chinatown, so they transferred him away."

Erwin is Orlinski, he took off his cap and took the photo:

"That's right!"

He scratched his eyebrows with his thumb: "Jimmy can play a better role in that place."

Ethan looked at the photo in his hand, it was a Chinese man.

His eyes were piercing, and he exuded a tough man's temperament.

"He's doing a good job now."

Hanke continued: "We have our own team, and all of them are Chinese policemen."

"I can only say that their clothes are exactly the same as those in the surveillance video." Horstead spread his hands and said, "And he looks very fierce."

The word black police came to everyone's mind.

This is not the first time this kind of police has appeared. These people regard their jurisdiction as a cornucopia.

If there is a goal suitable for hands-on, just make a vote.

Thinking of this, Ethan rubbed his nose in embarrassment and didn't speak.

"Why not follow them and see what's going on?"

Hearing Hank say that Jamie used to be his partner, Irene felt a little headache, but she still made a suggestion very seriously.

"no need!"

As everyone expected, Hank shook his head decisively: "He didn't do it."

"How do you know?" Erin asked back.

"I just know!" Hank said indisputably:

"He is a policeman, it is impossible for him to do such a thing."

The meaning of protection in this sentence was so obvious that everyone present fell silent.

(End of this chapter)