My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 582
"Fake!!!"

The severe pain made the bald man howl.

He lost his mind and threw the call girl flying, exposing her blood-stained crotch.

"Bang bang bang."

The Glock next to him fired, and Horsted snapped his fingers quickly, and a few shots in succession directly helped the bald man get rid of the pain.

Rusek, who was behind, strode upstairs according to the original plan.

"Put your hands up."

"Don't move."

Ethan and the others raised their guns and approached the living room, yelling non-stop.

The call girls all curled up into a ball subconsciously.

The man who ran back met Hank and Antonio who broke into the door. He knelt on the ground very quickly and raised his hands obediently.

"Ah~"

The screaming sounded again, and Nadia, who was sitting next to Mirales, was pulled up by him.

"Don't come here, or I'll shoot you."

Mirales quickly pulled a pistol from his body and pointed it at Nadia's head.

"No."

Eileen panicked and moved the muzzle of the gun quickly: "Put down the weapon."

"boom."

There was a crisp sound beside Irene, and Mirales' hand holding the gun was instantly blown off.

The pistol swirled and fell aside.

"Shet!"

Mirales shook his hand in pain, but the other hand did not forget to hold Nadia's throat tightly.

"Come on, tell me, what do you want to do?"

At this moment, Ethan quickly moved in front of him, and put the hot muzzle of the gun on his forehead.

Not only that, but Hank from behind also stepped forward.

Glock pressed on the back of Mirales' head and pushed hard.

One in front of the other, two firearms were pressed against their heads.

Sweat broke out on Mirales' forehead, and he let go of Nadia: "Don't shoot, I surrender."

"Suspect fled."

Orlinsky's voice came over the intercom: "In front of the house, run after me."

Horsted, who was closest to the front door, quickly turned around and rushed out, while Antonio also quickly followed.

"Boom."

Hank kicks Mirales in the ass, knocking him over:

"You lie down on your stomach."

Lowering the muzzle of his gun, Ethan held Mirales by the neck to firmly control him.

In the living room, the robber sitting motionless on the sofa was also pressed down by Irene and Sumner together, and handcuffed him.

In just ten seconds, everyone in the living room was brought under control.

Hank handcuffed Mirales, and as soon as he regained his strength, the docking machine in his chest heard a rapid voice:
"Attention all patrol officers, the suspect fled the arrest scene on foot."

"Jeans, gray long-sleeved t-shirt, bearded face, 2600 South Obama, call for support, start search."

It was Antonio's voice, and Ethan and Hank looked at each other.

"Hahaha."

Mirales put his head on the ground and laughed grinningly: "It seems that someone has escaped."

"lie."

Ethan slapped him on the head: "Did I let you talk?"

There was heavy footsteps on the stairs, and Orlinski helped Burgess down. There was a bruise on her face, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She covered her stomach with her hands, her face full of pain.

"Who did it?"

Ethan asked angrily, adding some strength to the hand pinching the back of his neck.

"Munoz" Burgess' voice was weak.

From the front door, Rusek and Horsted walked in. Both of them had bruised noses and faces. Horsted spat a mouthful of blood and sat down on the sofa.

He stared at Mirales so hard that his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Seeing them like this, Hank clenched his fists.

Unexpectedly, the other party was only one person, and he made three of his subordinates into a mess.

"Hey, you guys, you underestimated Muñoz, right?"

Regardless of the pain in his hand, Mirales grinned and let out a sneer.

"Go out and take all these people out." Hank waved his hand, pointing at the call girls in the living room and the two robbers who survived.

While speaking, it seemed as if ice slag could fall out.

Horsted and the others didn't dare to have any doubts, and together with Orlinski and Irene, they took all those people out.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing almost everyone leave, Miraleth suddenly felt bad.

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with you." Ethan grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "You are so happy, you must be in a good mood now."

Ethan grabs Mirales by the collar and looks at Hank.

Hank understood, and swiftly released the handcuffs that had just been locked.

"If you like to laugh, then you can give me a good smile."

Ethan kicked him straight into the kitchen, and strode in again.

"Fake."

Mirales rolled several times on the ground, dizzy.

"Slap." A slap came whistling, his eyes went dark, and little stars twinkled in front of him.

Ethan grabs his clothes and pulls on himself.

"How dare you attack the police?"

Ethan took two steps back, looked at Mirales in disbelief, and stepped forward angrily.

Reach out and twist your hips.

"NO, I have not!"

Mirales shook his head frantically, and the next moment, the whole person flew into the air.

"Boom."

The floor was shaken by more than 100 kilograms of objects, making creaking noises.

"Heck!!!"

Mirales almost lost his breath, twisting his body slowly on the ground.

"Come on, tell me."

Ethan squatted in front of him and said coldly, "Where will Muñoz escape to?"

"Fakyu."

Mirales blushed and gasped.

"Wrong answer." Standing up, Ethan grabbed his other good hand and stomped on the shoulder blade like lightning.

"Crack it!"

The crisp sound made Mirales crazily hit his head on the ground.

He wanted to break free, but was firmly trampled on.

"Fack, Fack."

Mirales growled in pain: "I said, loosen your feet."

"It's not up to you now."

Ethan used his strength again, and his voice was cold: "If you don't say anything else, I'll just tear your arm off."

"OK!"

Mirales rattled off several addresses, all of which Munoz might be headed to.

"Where is the money?"

Ethan pulled hard and scolded again.

The feeling that the limbs were about to be torn apart was too terrifying. Mirales no longer had any illusions, and told them all the information they wanted to know.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be obtained through questioning, only the strength of torture to extract confessions is not enough.

After some operations, Mirales had already runny nose and tears.

If his younger brother outside sees it, his jaw will drop in shock.

"Give that to me."

Ethan raised his head and looked around, and said to Hank who had been watching coldly.

"Is it this one?"

Hank turned around and found a glass bottle on top of the cabinet.

"Yes."

After stuffing the glass bottle into Mirales' hand, making sure to leave his fingerprints, he grabbed his hand and slammed it on his head.

"boom."

Shards of glass splattered, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.

As soon as the palm was loosened, Mirales' severed arm fell down. He just gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to make any sound.

Everyone has seen it, but they have never seen such a neuropathy.

"Your eyes are telling me, are you not convinced?"

"Are you trying to sue me?" Ethan pointed to his eyes and said viciously, "Do you know that you are attacking the police?"

"Mommy Falk, you should be thankful I didn't shoot you."

"Yes, you should say thank you to me."

Seeing the palm that was about to move in front of him, his face was still burning hot.

Mirales closed his eyes, and tears of grievance flowed down:

"Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)