My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 535
When Pierce left the interrogation room, Irene next to him hurriedly followed and led him downstairs.

Hank was satisfied with the result, looked at Sumner, turned and left.

"Thank you!"

After he went out, Sumner stood up and looked at Ethan gratefully.

"You're welcome, you're not alone."

With a smile on the corner of Ethan's mouth, he stretched out his hand to her, and the two fists touched.

Judging from her current performance, the other party is also a person who wants to do things.

Discuss the trace first, then the heart.

As long as her actual actions are okay, I don't mind treating her as a colleague.

And just now when Pierce scolded Sumner Bichi, he was scolding himself and Hank. He thought he was capable if he didn't give him some eye drops.

Ethan also left the interrogation room and quickly caught up with Hank.

"I say."

Ethan bumped into his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Does Pierce take him away?"

"You know, protection fee."

The three fingers were still rubbing secretly.

"what?"

Hank staggered, wiped off his cold sweat and said, "Forget it."

"This goal is too obvious, and it is easy to attract attention."

"Ok."

Ethan had no choice but to give up the idea.

When Irene returned to the Chase Room, Ethan walked up to the whiteboard and told the information he and Burgess had collected.

"Then let's go."

After understanding the matter clearly, Hank clapped his hands and greeted everyone.

On Pierce's side, no clues were found.

Rusek's idea turned out to be the only follow-up direction, which was unexpected by everyone.

"You stay."

As soon as Sumner stood up, Hank stopped him: "Maybe there will be a hotline, there is no one here."

"Ok."

Her face was a little stiff, so she had to put down the gun.

Everyone else got their guns and got ready to go out. Ethan passed by Sumner and smiled at her.

The latter cheered up and said he was fine.

In the corner, Burgess stood bewildered.

She was still holding the evidence bag in her hand, looking like she didn't know what to do.

"What are you still doing with this junk?"

Ethan took the evidence bag from her hand and threw it aside: "Follow me."

"understood."

Burgess was ecstatic, and quickly followed downstairs.

A group of people drove into the car, and ten minutes later, they came to a remote industrial area.

There are tall factory buildings with red brick exterior walls everywhere, the roads are empty, and a few wild cats are rummaging through the trash cans for food.

The vehicles whizzed by, scaring them to flee in a hurry.

Looking at the serial number printed on the wall, Ethan slowly pulled over and stopped the vehicle.

The people behind also stopped one after another and quickly changed their equipment.

According to the information provided by the white old lady, there are usually seven or eight gang members in the mobile phone refurbishment factory of the Latin Priest Gang.

They all carried weapons.

So don't take it lightly, or be careful.

Opening the tailgate, he grabbed a bulletproof vest and put it on Burgess.

Unexpectedly, it got stuck.

Embarrassed, she said softly:

"Too tight!"

"Sorry, adjust it right away." Ethan smiled and loosened the Velcro to help her fit.

After she helped herself put on the bulletproof vest, Ethan reached out to open the gun case.

Looking at the two long guns inside, Burgess was short of breath.

She has never fired a gun since she started her career, let alone a head-on firefight.

In Miranda's incident last time, she also paddled all the way, and didn't even get a chance to shoot. Atwater still fired a few shots.

"Give."

Ethan grabbed the AR15 and handed it to her.

"Need not."

Burgess quickly waved his hand: "I can use Glock."

"That's fine." Ethan didn't say anything, and closed the tailgate of the car with AR15.

"call out!"

After a whistle, the others all gathered around.

"This place hasn't been exposed yet." Ethan pulled the bolt backhand:
"So the people of the Latin Monarch Gang are not very vigilant, mainly the supervisors, but everyone should be careful."

"cough!"

Hank clenched his fist, covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "This time, I'm mainly looking for someone."

"If you can't kill someone, you won't kill someone. Be careful, everyone."

"What do you mean?"

Noticing that everyone was looking at him, Ethan helplessly spread his hands: "I haven't killed anyone for several days."

"Not talking about you."

Antonio smoothed things over, he waved and said, "Let's go."

Seven people, divided into two groups.

Armed with guns and wearing bulletproof vests, they walked quickly along the red brick wall.

His eyes crossed, and he looked at the upstairs window from time to time. The factory building was quiet and there was no sound.

A few steps forward, dense dots of light appeared in the radar.

There are dozens of people, all gathered in one place.

"Shh!"

When he came to an iron gate, Ethan raised his arm.

People on both sides stopped, and Antonio hurried forward and took out the police master key.

The three people across the street ran over cautiously.

They all stood around the iron gate, waiting quietly.

1 minute passed and there was a click.

The iron door was rusted and made abnormal noises. Antonio quickly slowed down and opened it slowly.

Everyone filed in, and Ethan walked up the stairs.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded from behind, not loud, but still very obvious.

Ethan turned around quickly, pressing his palms down.

There is a light spot above them that almost overlaps with them, which means that there is a person standing guard on the stairs.

With so many people cheering up, it must be alarming.

He beckoned to Antonio, and the two walked up slowly one after the other.

The five people behind were all leaning against the wall, looking up nervously.

When I came to the third floor, my footsteps stopped.

There was a smell of leaves, and at the corner of the stairs, Ethan poked his head out quickly.

A short-cut man in a leather jacket is leaning on the bare concrete door frame, where the smoke is lingering, and the man is sucking leaves in small sips.

Faint conversations could be heard from afar.

This person doesn't seem to be on guard, but more like being lazy.

He gestured to Antonio, and he carried the AR15 behind his back.

With a sudden force on both feet, as if stepping on a spring, he rushed up quickly, and in less than two seconds, he came behind the short-haired man.

Looking at the waist, he let out a sigh of regret.

No matter how low the vigilance of the cropped man is, no matter how high the inhalation is, if a warm breath is sprayed on his neck, he cannot be unconscious.

"Well!"

Just as he was about to make a sound, his mouth was tightly covered.

The dagger stuck in the belt was also pulled out by the person behind, and the chill on his neck caused goose bumps.

The fingers trembled, and the leaves fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, it was trampled out.

"Shh~"

Ethan put the dagger on the neck of the short-haired man: "Be quiet, thank you."

The latter didn't dare to move at all, and nodded his head slightly.

The opponent was not tall and thin. Ethan used his arms to lift him up easily and backed away.

The man with an inch cut didn't control his bladder, which was on the verge of collapse, until he saw a man wearing a police bulletproof vest standing underneath.

I was still cursing crazily in my heart, what the hell is this policeman.

How can there be such a game, and there are no rules.

Antonio was also taken aback when he saw Ethan controlling a person with a dagger against his neck.

After receiving Ethan's signal, he quickly returned to call for someone.

Now the nearest light spots are all ten meters away, and the sound of footsteps is almost unaffected.

Soon, a series of people wearing bulletproof vests slowly walked up with long and short guns.

When they saw Ethan, they also showed surprised expressions.

The main reason is that his actions are too damn hard to describe.

(End of this chapter)