My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 536

I've done everything, and I can't say anything more.

A group of people gathered at the head of the stairs, and Burgess quickly uncuffed the handcuffs and helped him to handcuff the man's hands and feet.

Ethan let go of the dagger and stared at the man:

"If you dare to yell, I will send you to prison for a few more years, understand?"

Looking at the group of heavily armed people in front of him, the cropped man knew that it was useless to resist at this time, so he could only nod slowly.

Ethan let go of his hand, and wiped him disgustedly.

"go."

Following Hank's order, everyone rushed out quickly.

Above this is a rough factory building, which looks extremely empty.

In the middle of more than a dozen thick concrete pillars, there are three or four refurbishment production lines assembled with tables.

More than 30 female workers are busy working.

There are also seven or eight fierce-looking men walking back and forth among them, monitoring their work.

The crowd spread out, formed a straight line, raised their guns and quickly surrounded them.

"Chicago police."

Hank yelled, "Everyone, don't move."

The people on the opposite side were frightened by the sudden yelling, and the female workers raised their heads one after another, and the members of the Latin priest's gang also hurriedly turned around.

Several people were holding pistols in their hands.

"Drop your weapon."

The moment he saw the pistol, Antonio rang the alarm and shouted sharply.

"Squat down."

"Don't move, don't do stupid things."

"Chicago police, let me see your hands."

Seven black gun barrels pointed towards them, and with a cry, all the female workers squatted down.

The Latin priests also raised their hands.

But at any time, people with iron heads are indispensable. A black figure flashed in the crowd, and the short-cut man in a black coat spread his legs and ran away.

"Bang bang bang."

Several bullets flew out quickly, stirring up several columns of smoke two meters in front of the man.

The black coat abruptly stopped his steps, and when he looked at the several small pits that appeared on the ground in an instant, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

After the gunshots rang out, the female workers cried out one after another.

The members of the Latin priest gang have also become completely honest, and the American police will not have the problem of not being afraid to shoot.

Anyone who dares to jump at this time, just wait to be shot.

"Snapped."

Ethan walked quickly behind the black coat, and slapped him on the back of the head: "Don't move, don't you understand?"

"Snapped!"

"You need to write a report when you shoot, you know that?"

"Snapped!"

"Writing reports is annoying, you know that?"

"Snapped!"

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

Slapped four times in a row, causing the black coat to squat down with his head in his arms:
"Stop hitting, I know I was wrong."

Ethan kicked him over, took out the handcuffs from his body and locked them on him, and quickly groped his body with his hands.

If he ran alone, there must be a big problem with him.

Throwing the pistol in his waist aside, he took out a large bag of things from his pocket, tightly wrapped with film.

Ethan weighed it, it must weigh five or six catties, no wonder he ran so fast.

"Sheriff."

He yelled back at Hank, throwing the flour in his hand.

The latter took the flour, looked at it, and threw it aside.

This is a gain, but not their purpose.

When he touched the other pocket, he actually pulled out a vise with a lot of blood on it.

"Yo!"

Ethan happily raised the vise high: "If you guessed right, we've come to the right place."

Seeing the things in his hands, the others showed excited expressions.

After searching for so long, I finally found the real master.

"Where is Karaka?"

He flipped the man in the black coat over and asked sharply.

"it's here."

Before the man could speak, Irene's shout came from the side.

He quickly stood up and walked over quickly.

The corners of the factory building are full of dust.

Many chaotic footprints led them to a small room next to them.

Irene was standing at the door of the room, looking inside with a complicated expression.

A man with messy clothes was curled up in the corner of the room. The man looked calm and looked at several policemen who appeared at the door.

"Karaka."

Hank also followed. He looked at the palm of the man's missing little finger and sneered.

"Come on, tough guy."

Ethan walked in clapping his fists: "I hope you will not cooperate with my work."

Without waiting for the expected resistance, Karaka seems to have been prepared for this kind of thing.

Under Ethan's control, he obediently let Irene handcuff him.

It's just that in his eyes, Ethan doesn't feel very good.

This kid gave people the impression that he was too stunned, and he was completely indifferent.

It seems that it is very difficult to communicate.

But having found the right owner is always a good thing, things have to be done step by step.

Carrying Karaka out of this small, stuffy room, I finally found time to look at the mobile phone refurbishment workshop of the Latin Priest Gang.

On several rows of long tables, there are densely packed mobile phones, at least more than 1000.

The packaging boxes of various mobile phones are piled up like a mountain, and on the shelf next to them, the refurbished mobile phones are stacked on top of each other.

Hugging the grass and beating the rabbits, this litter of rabbits is really fat.

As far as the seizures I see now, a commendation order from the intelligence team will definitely not be able to escape.

The pressure brought by the anti-mafia group can also be relieved a lot.

Irene is calling the main station. With the number of people here, four or five escort vehicles can't handle it. There are bound to be many people who need to work overtime tonight.

Burgess on the side put the Glock back into the holster, feeling inexplicably regretful.

This time, he still didn't get the chance to shoot.

Back at the police station, Ethan and Antonio twist Karaka and take him to the garage.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to laugh."

Hank opened the iron cage, and Antonio pushed Karaka, who was smiling all the way, into the iron cage: "Pierce and the Monarch Gang know that you killed Russell, do you have anything to say? "

"Boom."

Karaka was brought into the iron fence, but he still said with a smile:

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"It's interesting, isn't it? Others will learn a lesson in the future. If it's okay, don't step into other people's territory."

"Really? Why don't we take you to the territory of the Monarch Gang."

Hank walked in and pushed Karaka hard:

"What do you think of putting a Karaka sign around your neck and throwing you out of the car?"

Karaka wiped his sore nose and said with a grin:
"I don't care, arrange a car quickly."

"By the way, can you buy me an ice cream along the way, I'm a little thirsty."

"Boom."

Hank kicked him against the iron cage, his arms shook, and a crowbar slipped out of his sleeve.

Ethan's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to hold Karaka down.

"Shet!"

Antonio cursed secretly, and also rushed forward.

This is for Orlinski, he can't take care of that much anymore, and Hank doesn't dare to strike too hard in this place.

"You need to admit what you did."

Hank approached Karaka slowly and used the bent end of the crowbar to force Karaka's thigh apart.

He pushed his arms hard, inserted them hard, and then lifted them up: "If you don't cooperate, believe it or not, I will break your eggs."

"Ah!!!" Karaka roared loudly, looking at Hank frantically:

"Come on, Madam Fark."

"Put a little more force, it's so comfortable."

Ethan looked at Hank suspiciously, he ticked all the boxes, what is he left to do?

"Fakyu."

Hank couldn't hold back his face, he held the crowbar tightly and lifted it vigorously.

The veins on Karaka's neck had burst out, but he still smiled ferociously: "Please, is that all you can do?"

What is a real man of steel? This is already an iron egg.

Ethan clicked his tongue, he could bear it all, gangsters are really a waste of talent.

"stop."

If it continues, there will be big problems.

Antonio quickly let go of his hand and dragged Hank out of the iron cage:

"Enough, don't tell me, you haven't seen such a person before."

"what kind of person?"

Ethan let go of Karaka's shoulder with some regret, and followed him out.

Looking at Karaka who was still grinning, Hank gritted his teeth and said:

"Paranoia, psychosis!"

He threw the crowbar in his hand aside vigorously, the iron bar rattled, rolled twice and fell into the corner.

In the garage, Karaka's crazy laughter echoed.

(End of this chapter)