My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 513 Moisturizing
Under Hank's careful operation, they finally walked out with a few people inside.

Be careful, especially now.

After all, those people were all knocked out, and their eyes couldn't see anything. Under the panic, it is not ruled out that some people beat them with guns.

In terms of experience, Olinski is the richest, but in terms of physical fitness, he is not as good as the others.

With Horstead's support, he staggered.

Atwater burst into tears, and people who didn't know it thought he had been wronged so much.

The others were even worse, unable to even open their eyes.

Tears flowed down my face, and I swayed as I walked.

Ethan was a little better, but his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing this situation, Hank wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, Ethan is on the top, just like them, any little gangster can kill them.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw several patrol cars coming quickly and parking directly on the street.

The patrolmen got out of the car one after another, yelling nervously.

Rusek and Burgess also rushed to the scene, and quickly ran over and danced to themselves.

The voice of speaking is erratic.

My ears were buzzing before, but now it's even more uncomfortable.

Ethan started directly, covered Burgess' mouth, and made a hissing gesture.

Regardless of her staring eyes, she directly took off the sunglasses she was hanging on her chest and placed them on the bridge of her nose.

The stinging sensation brought to the eyes by the sun outside was relieved a lot.

Looking at the people coming down one after another, Burgess didn't care about what to say, and quickly maintained the scene.

In Hank's greeting, the patrolmen contributed their own sunglasses.

Several of them were in serious condition, so they were taken back to the car and lay down.

Ethan's condition was relatively mild, so he stayed where he was.

It doesn't matter whether the scene is cleared up or not. Several bandits were all killed by him.

All subsequent processes can be omitted.

The conviction that Hank mentioned before is completely out of his consideration, just kill him directly, why bother with such a troublesome thing!
Thanks to his physical fitness, which is different from ordinary people, he recovered his hearing not long after.

"What's the matter with this man?" He scratched his ear and walked over to Burgess.

"Can you hear me?"

Burgess looked surprised, and several other people were still lying in the car.

Those people estimated that it would take about ten minutes before they could recover.

"Ok!"

Ethan nodded, and looked at the man in the star-spangled cap beside him.

His face was panicked, and his crotch was wet.

The eyes could not help but glance at the corpse on the ground next to it, and the white cloth covering it was also stained with red spots.

"Illegal immigrant."

Burgess shrugged and handed the notebook to Ethan: "I can't speak English, it looks like I just came here."

"Only one name was asked and I didn't even know if I spelled it right."

"Wang Wei..."

Looking at the pinyin above, Ethan didn't bother to spell it half way through.

The man in the bright red coat in front of him was obviously Run Ren who walked over.

"Need to call immigration?" Burgess pressed the intercom.

No matter how you can't speak English, the Immigration Bureau can always understand you.

"No, absolutely not."

The man surnamed Wang became even more frightened and waved his hands quickly.

"Hey!"

Burgess quickly grabbed the handle of the gun, pointed at him with one hand and shouted loudly:
"Sir, don't move around, put your hands down."

There had just been a gun battle here, and all the police officers at the scene were in high spirits.

Hearing the yelling, four or five vicious patrolmen immediately surrounded him.

They pulled out the Glocks all at once, all pointing at the man surnamed Wang.

He grew up so big, where did he experience this scene.

Siwu pointed the pistol at himself, it was too scary.

There was a smell of urine, his hands were raised high, and his legs were shaking crazily like an electric shock.

"It's okay here, little misunderstanding!"

Looking at the yellow-brown liquid that kept dripping down from his trousers, Ethan pinched his nose and waved.

After the other officers left, he handed the transcript back to Burgess:

"Forget it, no need!"

He waved his hand: "This is a matter for the Immigration Bureau, it has nothing to do with us."

"Just do your own thing well and let him go!"

Now that he has been warmed up, there is no need to send him back to harm the ancestors' family. It is not bad to stay here to experience the gun battle uniform.

Burgess didn't say anything, and waved at the man surnamed Wang.

The latter slowly left the scene with trembling feet.

After the fright just now, he didn't dare to put his hands down until he passed the corner of the street.

Ten minutes later, the group returned to the police station like a defeated soldier.

As soon as he sat down in his seat, Olinsky sighed heavily, he held his sunglasses and gritted his teeth and said:

"I have a suggestion to add a piece of equipment to the armory."

"Flash bomb, does anyone agree?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the Datong room raised their arms in unison.

An ambush that was originally unscathed was made so miserable by two flash bombs.

Having personally experienced the power of this thing, they naturally thought of showing it to others.

"Okay, I know!"

Hank smiled, walked into the office with his arm around Jimmy's shoulders.

Just as I crossed my legs and closed my eyes to rest for a while, someone slapped the table.

A thick stack of documents was thrown onto the table by Irene.

"These reports need to be submitted before the end of tomorrow." She said with a smile:

"You are very good at shooting, don't know how to write a report?"

Looking at the pile of documents, Ethan's face became stiff.

"Come on, I just got a flashbang."

Ethan tapped on his sunglasses: "Can't you be a little sympathetic? Help?"

"no!"

Irene resolutely refused, and she rolled her eyes: "Unless you are willing to cancel that bet."

It turned out that he was waiting for himself here. He really didn't want to fill out that pile of forms, and it gave him a headache just looking at it.

"That's fine, but I have a condition."

Ethan shrugged and said, "Accompany me to a place after get off work."

"no problem!"

Irene didn't even ask where she was going, and quickly agreed.

"Leave it to me. You can sign it tomorrow."

She cheerfully picked up the file and returned to her seat.

"Atwater."

Ethan yelled with his eyes closed, and knocked on the table with his heel.

"I'm here."

The latter sat right in front, slowly rubbing his eyes.

"Your performance just now was very good, I will give you ten points." Ethan expressed his appreciation without hesitation.

If he hadn't attracted firepower and provided support just now, I couldn't have solved the problem so easily.

"Yes."

"Nice job."

Antonio held up his hands and applauded Atwater.

He was stupefied just now, and could only vaguely hear a gunshot.

In that case, don't dare to move at all.

It was only later that they found out about the situation. They were no longer surprised by Ethan's behavior.

Atwater's brave counterattack is even more valuable.

"Thank you, it's all I should do."

Atwater grinned from ear to ear amidst sparse applause.

"I said!" Horstead knocked on the table: "Aren't you all curious about the female police detective today?"

Ethan put his feet away, got up and sat down: "Are you interested in her? I can ask for the phone number for you."

"You still have the mind to joke." Horstead spread his hands:

"The person who can be arranged directly and Hank has to accept, have you thought about how to get along with her?"

"I never thought about it." He stood up, biting a cigarette and walking towards the balcony:
"It doesn't matter which big shot she is in, as long as she doesn't provoke me."

"a!"

Antonio raised his thumb and shook it vigorously.

(End of this chapter)