My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 509 Airborne Soldiers

Not only Ethan, but other people's faces were also burning hot.

Not to mention destroying other people's actions, and beating him up, this is a shameful thing to do.

No matter what, if you do something wrong, you have to admit it.

Ethan stepped forward: "I'm really sorry!"

Ethan scratched his head when he saw the two people who had been hit hard by him.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

He spread his hands and said, "The main reason is that your equipment and movement rules are exactly the same as those gangsters."

"There was a misunderstanding in the middle, I'm really sorry!"

At the scene of the arrest just now, I heard them speaking Mandarin among themselves.

Ethan decisively switched languages ​​and sincerely apologized.

Hearing the fluent Chinese, everyone in Zhanmi showed a look of surprise. Many of Lao Mei can speak Chinese.

But like him, without a weird accent, it is still rare.

Although he couldn't understand what Ethan was saying, Hank understood what he was doing.

He stepped forward in embarrassment and said sorry to the old man.

People from the intelligence team all came over to apologize.

Gene also came out to smooth things over, and under their apology, Jimmy's people slowly dissipated their anger.

"You guy, you are too ruthless."

The two people squatting on the ground finally recovered, and one of them said to Ethan angrily.

"Sorry!" Ethan looked at Hank:
"Call them an ambulance and have a physical examination. I will bear all the expenses."

He knows exactly how black his own hands are.

Thanks to the hateful blow just now, it didn't hit their vulnerable parts.

If one or two of them were disabled, he would have no way to explain it.

Zhan Mi really wanted to say it was okay for his subordinates, but seeing their appearance, it didn't look like they were okay at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to nod.

Hank also knew that Ethan's hands were heavy, so he immediately called an ambulance.

As for the cost, with their abilities, it's no problem for them to make a report and become a work-related injury, so they didn't take it to heart at all.

"Okay, now let's talk about the case."

It is impossible for Zhan Mi to be punished for no reason, at least he must find out the whole story.

Now that they have been involved, it is very inappropriate to say that the case has nothing to do with them.

Hank patted Jimmy on the shoulder:

"On the way."

Chinatown, karaoke.

Now it is different from just now, the warning belt has been put on.

It was the same as the scene in the morning, with the police coming in and out, and the crowd watching.

Due to the recurrence of the case, all members of the intelligence team were dispatched.

Ethan closed the car door, and Antonio got out of the car together.

The Cadillac SUV next to it also came down with several people, Hank and Jimmy, and another Chinese policeman.

Everyone showed their police badges, pulled up their warning belts and walked upstairs quickly.

The situation was not much different from the casino in the morning. There were several corpses lying in the financial room and on the passageway.

Thankfully, no innocent people were harmed this time.

Ethan walked to the patrol next to him, and quickly collected the latest information.

He quickly walked into the monitoring room on the side: "Same as in the morning, break in, shoot, take money, and leave."

"Witnesses said those people could have not fired."

"The people in the casino have cooperated very well, but there is still no way to escape death."

Looking at the video on the screen, Jimmy frowned. No wonder the intelligence team targeted his arrest team.

If it was not the person involved, he would definitely make the same judgment.

The number of people, clothes and guns are all about the same.

He gritted his teeth, but he didn't expect that his own rules of action could be clearly detected by others.

When everyone walked out of the monitoring room, Hank looked at Jimmy: "This morning, my people saw you and Rick in this place."

While speaking, he nodded to the Chinese policeman next to Jimmy.

This man is Rick, tall and handsome, with a mustache.

"That's right!"

Jimmy stopped in his footsteps: "Our informant is here."

Beside him, is a corpse.

Several holes were punched in the head, and the blood flow had stopped.

Jamie clenched his fists: "The address you found me was the one he gave me."

"Did you notify your subordinates by radio when you set off?" Hank asked quickly, remembering something.

"That's right!" Jimmy looked at him:

"It's normal procedure, isn't it?"

"Brother, your radio frequency has been tapped by those people."

Hank shook his head, expressing his guess.

Zhan Mi was stunned, his face livid.

There was nothing more to be learned at the scene, and they quickly returned to the police station.

Things just turned into two groups of members inexplicably, working together to handle the case.

Hurry up the stairs and meet Burgess and Ruzek head-on.

The two were disheveled and Burgess' hair was disheveled.

When they saw everyone, they were still a little embarrassed.

"Good job."

Ethan was the first to reach out to Burgess with a smile on his face.

I just received news that the two of them subdued a burglar.

"Thank you."

Burgess blushed slightly and fist bumped Ethan.

"Congratulations." Atwater, who was following behind, opened his hands to her with a smile, and the two embraced firmly.

I was busy in the intelligence team, and Burgess was not idle.

"Rusek!"

Others walked up, Olinsky took off his hat, and asked with a delicate expression: "How are you doing now?"

"I understand what you mean."

Rusek is a smart guy who has long recognized the problem.

He pinched his thumb and index finger to his lips, making a zipper movement.

"very good!"

Orlinski nodded with satisfaction.

If Ruzek didn't understand yet, Orlinski didn't mind keeping him on patrol until he understood what it meant to keep a low profile.

Ethan took the lead and walked into the Chase Room.

There was a Latina woman sitting in what should have been an empty space.

He also looked 25 or [-] years old, with dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and wearing gray and black casual clothes.

Noticing someone coming upstairs, she stood up quickly.

On her belt was a police badge.

"who are you?"

Ethan took off his pistol and asked suspiciously.

The tall Latin beauty ignored him, but looked at the people who were following up one after another.

Hank stepped forward, spread his hands and said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hello, Sheriff Boyett."

The woman straightened up and replied loudly, "I'm Mia Sumner."

"uh-huh!"

Hank looked at her bewilderedly.

"Great." Sumner said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "They haven't notified you yet."

Hank spread his hands: "Notify me of what?"

"I'm a detective assigned to the intelligence unit, and it's a pleasure to have the opportunity to work with you."

Sumner held out his hand to Hank, smiling.

The others looked over in surprise, it was obvious that even Hank didn't know, this kind of thing never happened.

Looking at her palm, Hank scratched his face and said impatiently:
"No offense meant, I will choose whoever I need."

"Okay, you can go."

"Pfft!"

Seeing the stiff face of the Latin woman, Ethan chuckled and returned to his seat.

The people behind did not speak, and continued to walk forward.

They gathered in front of the whiteboard and watched the scene in front of them with interest.

Everyone knows Hank's bullish temper, and a paratrooper came without saying a word, and it was expected that he would open his mouth to drive people away.

"Maybe you should make a phone call."

Sumner reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card.

Just then, the phone in Hank's office rang.

"Feel sorry!"

Hank didn't take the business card in her hand at all, and strode into the office.

(End of this chapter)