My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 556 Freight Yard

"Bang bang."

Just when everyone had a new idea and was about to act, Sumner hurried over and knocked on the door.

"I have a clue here about Sims."

She handed the notebook to Hank, and said quickly, "At airports, highways, train stations, and toll booths, there are wanted portraits of Sims."

"He killed a cop, and he certainly wouldn't stay in Chicago to die."

"According to the information I got, the Yankees have disguised cargo ships from Chicago to Indiana every day to transport all kinds of contraband."

"The freight yard is in the southern suburbs."

She looked at the crowd and continued
"The departure time is just one and a half hours later. This is Sims' only chance. He will definitely find a way to escape."

Hank took the notebook and looked at the lonely address on it.

"Where did you get the news?"

He looked at Sumner: "Reliable?"

"I don't need to lie to you." Sumner looked serious: "I just want to do something for the police officers who were killed."

When she came to the field department, it was the first time she was so close to death.

Although I have not experienced it personally, this is what happened in a joint operation with the intelligence team.

After much deliberation, Sumner decided to ask his boyfriend for help.

One is to find the murderer for the police officer who was killed, and the other is to really open up the situation in the intelligence team.

With the help of Edwin Stillwell, she managed to obtain this piece of information.

Hank knew her background, and he also knew that people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs could sometimes easily obtain some clues that they were hard to find.

"Everyone act." Hank looked back at Ethan:
"I want to live if I can."

"Not surprisingly, there will definitely be another set of rhetoric in Sims' mouth."

He looked at Jenny in the interrogation room again, and said coldly: "Our goal is to find the real murderer of Dr. Elliott."

There is no doubt that Hank has identified Jenny in it as the mastermind behind the scenes.

freight yard.

Everyone wore body armor and formed a circle.

Looking at the containers parked next to the warehouse waiting for transshipment in the distance, Orlinski put on his hat tightly, and white mist spewed out while speaking:

"Which cabinet is it in?"

"I don't know." Sumner shook his head and clenched his pistol:
"It can only be said that there is a high probability that Sims is here, and we need to check the details."

There was nothing wrong with saying this, Hank immediately waved his arm:

"Ethan, Antonio, Orlinski, you are searching outside."

He looked at the remaining three people: "You and I will go to the freight yard manager and find all the containers that are going to Indiana."

"receive."

The six people present responded one after another and dispersed.

Antonio held a hand-held instrument and kept scanning the adjacent container.

Inside the screen, there is a piece of green.

"It's a thermal imager."

Noticing that Ethan looked over, he casually explained:
"No matter where Sims is hiding, through this instrument, the heat emitted from his body can be monitored."

Antonio raised his hand and pointed the thermal imager at Orlinsky next to him, and a red humanoid image appeared on the screen.

It looks like a super Saiyan.

"Be serious."

Olinsky reached out and pushed the thermal imager away, and said casually:
"I don't know how Horstead is talking to Lonnie's father now. I hope there will be a good result."

Ethan looked around with the AR15 and turned on the radar at the same time.

Although the monitoring distance is only 25 meters, it is much easier to use than this thermal imager.

Antonio already knew about Lonnie's father, who most likely killed his son. He sighed and raised the instrument in his hand:
"Fucking world."

On the other side, Hank led three people straight to the loading area.

Under the action of the police badge, he quickly found the freight yard office.

Looking at the stevedores around, Irene pressed the intercom vigilantly: "Be careful, everyone, there might be people from the Yankees here."

Letting go of the walkie-talkie, she immediately drew her pistol.

Rusek and Sumner, who were behind, clenched the guns in their hands and cast guarded glances at the workers next to them.

"Bump bump."

Hank hammered the glass door a few times to get the attention of the man inside.

"Chicago police."

He unscrewed the door and walked in: "Are you the manager here?"

"That's right." Seeing the police bulletproof vest on his body, the fat man stood up quickly: "What's the matter?"

"How many containers are there for the next trip to Indiana?" Hank walked in: "Where is it?"

"Please wait."

The freight yard manager quickly stood up and walked to the side.

He searched among the dense folders hanging on the wall, and took one of them down.

"Wait a minute." The manager quickly opened the folder, slid his finger on it, and tapped vigorously: "Today, three containers are sent to Indiana."

"In the three loading bays No. 12, No. 16, and No. [-]."

"OK, thanks."

Hank nodded and was about to leave.

"Detective." Looking at his plain clothes and police bulletproof vest, the manager asked nervously:
"May I ask what happened?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Hank drew his pistol and glanced at him impatiently.

"no thank you."

The manager raised his hands and returned to his seat.

It is impossible for him not to know about the smuggling of contraband in the freight yard he is in charge of, and he usually gets a lot of profit.

He can think of a solution for small things, and now the policeman's ferocious look made him dispel his mind of meddling in an instant.

"Ethan."

Hank walked out of the office and pressed the intercom: "Go and check the [-]th and [-]th, these two loading bays."

"We inspect loading bay number three."

Let go of the walkie-talkie, and the four of them walked forward together.

The manager's office, in the corner of the warehouse.

Facing the past is a loading and unloading workshop more than 100 meters long.

The numbers the manager spoke of were bare doors on the wall with huge numbers spray-painted on them.

The tail of the container is docked at the door.

The sound of beeps sounded, and forklifts shuttled back and forth in the warehouse, delivering the packed goods to the container next to it.

When they came to Gate No. [-], Rusek left a guard.

Hank walked in slowly with Irene and Sumner, and searched for the container.

There are large and small pieces of goods inside, and there may be people hiding in any corner. The three of them were cautious and searched across.

Ruzek looked in nervously, gripping the handle of the gun tightly.

"Beep, beep, beep."

A forklift reversed a corner and swerved in front of him.

The driver of the car glanced at Rusek calmly, and the forklift slowly drove forward, and the speed of the car increased inadvertently.

Going all the way to the end, the forklift stopped in front of one of the loading bays.

"Sims."

The driver quickly took out a pistol from his back waist and yelled into the container: "Run, there is a cop."

Just as he was yelling, there were two thumping sounds from inside the container.

"Bang bang bang."

After several shots fired one after another, a man in a brown coat quickly escaped from the inside.

"Chicago police."

Seeing this, Rusek roared.

He raised the shotgun with both hands and ran over quickly: "Sims, drop the weapon now."

The person on the opposite side raised his gun without saying a word.

"Boom."

Rusek's scalp felt numb, and he pulled the trigger instantly, and the muffled sound of gunfire echoed in the loading and unloading workshop.

The driver who jumped out of the forklift had his lower leg exploded and blood spattered.

"what!!!"

He screamed and fell to the ground.

Sims sees this, and the pistol fires frantically.

"Bang bang bang."

Rusek only felt his chest was hit twice with a hammer, his eyes went dark, and he fell backwards.

(End of this chapter)