My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 519

After lunch, Ethan drove to the Saab class by himself to the address that Reed had sent him.

It didn't take long to reach the place.

This is a commercial office building, and it is also the office of Reed's real estate brokerage company.

Slowly stopping the car in the parking space, he looked left and right.

There was no one around, and he waved his hand.

In the back seat, four travel bags fell out of nowhere.

There are about 600 million here, Ethan got into the back row and started to get busy.

Roughly pick out five or six million yuan, throw it into the space, and then close the zipper of the travel bag.

The money left in it will only be more, not less.

As soon as he returned to the driving seat, the phone rang, and Reed asked with concern:

"Mr. Morgan, where are you now?"

"It's just downstairs from your company."

"Do you need to arrange security personnel for you?"

"No, I'll be up in a moment."

"Okay, your lawyer has arrived, we are waiting for you at the company."

Hang up the phone, get out of the car and open the rear door.

Picking up the four heavy travel bags, the weight of more than 50 kilograms on one side is quite overwhelming.

Ethan looked up at the tall office building and walked over.

"Sir, do you need help?"

A voice sounded next to him, making him stop.

A parking lot security pointed to the bag in his hand and walked over quickly: "It looks very heavy."

"No, thanks."

Ethan smiled at him, his expression suddenly changed.

Not far away, the side door of a commercial vehicle suddenly opened.

Five men with long and short guns and wearing hoods quickly got out of the carriage.

They looked fiercely and raised their guns.

"careful!"

With a roar, Ethan threw the heavy travel bag on the ground.

"Da da da."

Fierce gunshots rang out, and several clusters of blood mist exploded from the body of the security guard.

Ethan only had time to fly to the back of Saboban's car, and a string of bullets followed his movements to shoot over.

"Boom."

The security guard fell hard to the ground, his eyes blinked, and his body twitched non-stop.

The sudden gunshots caused panic.

There were screams from all around, and passers-by scattered and fled.

On the hood, there was the sound of being hit by a bullet.

Turn on the radar, and shoot at the five light spots on the opposite side, while slowly approaching.

Their goal was very clear, not far away, the four travel bags that Ethan threw on the ground.

Hit the autumn wind, hit yourself on the head.

"Grass!"

Ethan cursed angrily, and quickly took out the python.

"Boom!"

He fired two shots in the direction of several gangsters.

The gangsters didn't expect that there were also guns on the opposite side, their footsteps stopped, and they quickly dispersed.

Ethan quickly dialed the emergency number and said the address in a hurry: "Police number 99527, the police officer was attacked, repeat, the police officer was attacked."

"There was an exchange of fire at the scene, and there were five armed robbers."

"Civilian down, ambulance needed."

"Now, hurry up!"

While talking, a light spot came up from behind rows of vehicles.

Throwing the phone away, Ethan quickly lay down on the ground.

The feet in the sneakers were moving slowly towards his place.

"boom."

The moment the white sneakers hit the ground, gunshots rang out.

The ankle exploded, bone residue and flesh and blood splashed everywhere, and the bandit screamed and fell to the ground.

Ethan continued to pull the trigger, hitting him in the head.

On the other side, the gunfire did not stop.

The gangsters were taken aback by his counterattack, and soon realized that they were fighting more and less, and began to suppress firepower frantically.

The vehicle was pounded so loudly that Ethan couldn't even stand up.

He could only ignore the four travel bags for the time being. He pressed the car key, and then fired two shots through the window glass, restraining the opponent's movement, and then rushed to the back of the car.

At this time, sirens sounded in the distance.

The gangsters didn't expect that the police would come so fast, and they started yelling.

At this time, Ethan had come behind Saboban.

The gangsters also noticed that the rear door of the car was raised and concentrated their fire.

The car body was pierced, and Ethan leaned down.

He put away the python revolver, quickly opened the gun case, and picked up the AR-15.

There are two thieves, taking advantage of this gap, they have already run to the side of the travel bag.

Just now, seeing Ethan holding it easily by himself, they were on guard alone, while the other grabbed the travel bag.

The weight of the bag was beyond that person's expectation.

The travel bag was dragged, but not lifted.

During their delay, Ethan quickly turned sideways and showed the assault rifle in his hand.

"Mommy Fake!"

Seeing the firearm, the man in charge of guarding the pistol cursed.

Ethan's eyes were cold, and he quickly pulled the trigger.

Five or six bullets flew out suddenly, and all of them hit the head of the gangster who was in charge of taking the money, tearing his mouth and blasting his face.

The man standing on guard was also shot down by him.

The remaining two gangsters didn't expect that the opponent was so tricky, with both long and short firepower.

They stared at the bags on the ground unwillingly, and ran back quickly while firing.

The money was not earned, but a few lives were lost instead.

Under the anger of those two people, the gunfire became more fierce.

A few clusters of sparks splashed around him, and Ethan was forced to move his position.

Bending over, he walked quickly around to the back of another car.

The sirens were getting closer, just a block or two away.

Through the radar, they were seen fleeing quickly.

Ethan was about to grit his teeth and rush out, but a few extra bullet holes in the car beside him made him stop abruptly.

"hurry up."

The driver of the commercial vehicle yelled loudly.

A gangster had already got into the car, nervously pointed his gun at the outside, and kept firing.

The last bandit avoided the line of fire and flew in.

The commercial vehicle rubbed its tires crazily and drove forward quickly. The people inside continued to stretch out their guns to suppress fire.

The blip had disappeared from the radar, and the sound of the gunfire had faded into the distance.

Ethan shifted his position quickly again, and pulled the trigger bang bang bang.

There was a scream in the distance, and one of the gangsters was shot in the chest, and was grabbed by another person into the carriage, and the door slammed shut.

Sparks flashed from the rear wheels of the commercial vehicle, and the tires blew up.

But the speed of the car has not yet been raised, and it has hardly been affected much.

In just a few seconds, the car turned the corner and disappeared from his field of vision.

With the AR-15 on his back, Ethan ran back, wanting to get in the car to catch up.

But in the firefight just now, Saabban's tire was blown out, and he kicked the car body fiercely in anger.

"Giggle!"

The sound of choking blood sounded, and Ethan quickly rushed to the side of the downed security guard.

He didn't dare to act rashly, he could only press the wound:
"Hold on, the ambulance is coming soon."

The security personnel couldn't hold on, their body twitched twice, and their eyes lost their light.

Putting his hands away, Ethan knelt on the ground.

Looking at the palm, which was extremely bright red, Ethan was extremely angry. The other party wanted to help him, but died tragically at the gunpoint.

"gentlemen."

A nervous yell came from nearby: "Drop your weapons, now."

"Police number 99527, Detective Ethan Morgan."

Ethan raised his head and looked at the two patrolmen: "It's my call for support."

With the flashing of the police badge, the two patrolmen lowered their guns.

Looking at the black security guard who died unexpectedly in front of him, Ethan clenched his fists.

"Detective, what happened here?"

One of the patrolmen walked over cautiously. He looked at the corpses around him and asked nervously.

"Any tissue paper?"

Ethan didn't answer his question, but asked back
The patrolman on the side looked at his blood-stained palm, and quickly took out two tissues and handed them over.

After wiping his hands, under the watchful eyes of the two patrolmen, Ethan picked up the mobile phone that had just been thrown aside, gritted his teeth and dialed the number.

(End of this chapter)