My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 625
Ten minutes later, the vehicle stopped beside a trash can.

This is an industrial area surrounded by small factories.

In a place like this, extending in all directions, fish and dragons are mixed together, there is something that can escape quickly.

Strangers often come and go, and it is a high-incidence place for illegal and criminal activities.

Ethan took the gun and put on the bulletproof vest.

"There are two entrances and exits here."

The electric noise sounded, and Orinski continued: "There are guards, I dare not approach, otherwise it will arouse suspicion."

"It's unclear how many people are inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Orinski come out from the corner, put his hands in his pockets, and shrunk his body, like a little old man.

"What's the plan?"

Ethan pressed the intercom and asked in a deep voice.

"You, Sumner, Orlinsky, go to the back door." Hank quickly issued an order:
"Me and Antonio and Ruzek go to the front."

"Everyone be careful!"

Ethan pushed open the car door, stepping on the snow with his boots.

Walking quickly, he and Orlinsky leaned against the wall of the factory building, and Sumner quickly followed.

"Two people."

Orlinski gestured with two fingers: "They're all big guys, I can't figure it out."

"let me."

Ethan handed the AR15 to Sumner, and zipped up the jacket to cover the police bulletproof vest inside.

Under the gaze of the two, he took out a pack of cigarettes and turned around the corner.

Here is a small door, and two Colombian men are sitting on the oil barrel next to the door and smoking.

Under the vigilant eyes of the other party, Ethan walked over slowly.

He yawned, shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and slapped his palms on his body a few times indiscriminately.

"Dude."

Ethan bit his cigarette and asked helplessly, "Can I borrow a fire?"

The world is a family of smokers, and everyone has experienced this kind of time.

One of the Colombian men took a lighter from his pocket and threw it at him.

"Crack."

He took the lighter and lit it up.

He comfortably took a drag on his cigarette, and continued to approach the two men.

"Thank you."

He nodded his thanks and handed back the lighter in his hand.

"You're welcome."

The man just stood up and grabbed the lighter.

"Pooh."

Ethan bit the cigarette butt and puffed it hard. Like a meteor, the cigarette hit the face of the person behind him, splashing a cloud of sparks.

The moment he spit out the cigarette, he punched the person in front of him.

"Boom."

The fist landed firmly below the base of the ear, and the face was smashed and deformed.

The man let out a muffled grunt and fell limply to the ground.

The guy who was attacked by the cigarette closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, the pupils shrank like needlepoints.

The huge fist blasted towards him with a strong wind.

"puff."

The blood flew to the wall with several teeth, drawing a blood-red arc.

The man's eyes darkened and he fell backwards.

Ethan's figure flashed, he reached out to support his head, and put him down gently.

"The back door has been fixed."

He pressed the intercom and spoke softly.

Hasty footsteps sounded, and Orlinski and Sumner trotted over, the former giving a thumbs up.

Ethan shook his hand before taking the AR15.

"What about these two people?" Sumner tiptoed the two people lying on the ground.

"rest assured."

Ethan held onto the butt of the gun and whispered, "It won't take half an hour for them to wake up."

"There are too many people here at the front door."

Hank's voice sounded, and he said hurriedly: "There is no way to go in here, Rusek and I stay here, and Antonio will go to support you."

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Antonio hurried over.

When he saw the two people on the ground, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and no movement was heard, and he acted very simply.

"Let's go!"

Ethan turned on the radar and took the lead to feel inside.

Entering the back door is a small passage.

The pace of advancement was very fast, and the muzzle of the gun followed his movements, quickly pointing to places that were far away.

Go through the passage and come to a room.

This should be the rest room for those people. The bedding on the bed next to it was messy, and empty wine bottles were thrown everywhere.

"Squat down."

Ethan freed one hand and swung it down quickly.

On the side of the room, there are half-block glass windows.

Everyone bent down quickly, and all moved to the window, looking into the factory building.

The oil tank truck that Antonio was driving just now was parked inside. Several people were standing on top of the tank truck and yelling, the lid had already been opened.

They were holding a long iron hook and were constantly moving it inside.

Under the tank truck, there were still seven or eight people around.

These people all have guys on their bodies, and they don't look good.

"See Muñoz?" Sumner asked in a low voice, rolling his eyes quickly.

"No." Ethan replied to her, then looked at Orlinski: "What should we do now?"

"Go ahead."

Orinski thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "There's no time, let's arrest him first."

"understood."

Ethan nodded, and opened the door next to him.

Four people filed out and approached slowly with the help of debris outside.

"found it."

The person on the oil tank truck yelled, and quickly lifted the iron hook, and a thick hemp rope soaked in oil was hooked up.

The other two grabbed the hemp rope and lifted it up vigorously.

After a while, a long string of things wrapped in plastic sheeting was pulled out of the oil tank.

Seeing this scene, the man wearing a black knitted hat standing beside him showed a satisfied smile, and the people under the car also nodded excitedly.

"Chicago police."

At this moment, a roar sounded, making everyone present feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Everyone, don't move."

Ethan flashed half of his body from behind the pillar, holding on to the butt of his gun, and shouted sharply, "Drop your weapon, don't be stupid."

"boom."

After a shot was fired, a cloud of blood rose from the head of a bald man standing below.

The heavy corpse fell to the ground along with the gun in his hand.

"I'll say it again, don't move around."

Ethan just pulled the trigger and shocked the audience.

"Get down."

"CPD."

The other three people also rushed out from behind the pillar and beside the machine, their guns pointed steadily at the crowd, full of murderous intent.

"Bang bang bang."

There were also several gunshots from the front door on the side.

"Strip!"

Three or four inch-heads ran back yelling, their calves stretched rapidly, and their faces were full of horror.

"Da da da."

Ethan swept the muzzle of the gun, and a dozen bullets were fired.

Puffs of smoke and dust rose from the concrete floor, and debris splashed everywhere, scaring the few people to stop their pace abruptly, and stared inward stiffly.

All the people here raised their hands high, and the two groups of people stared at each other.

"Drop the gun."

Behind the few people, Hank's loud roar also sounded, and the black muzzle of the gun protruded from the small door next to the rolling gate, flashing a faint light.

"Click, click."

The few people who ran over from the front door looked at the shallow pits less than one meter away from them, and threw away the guns in their hands tremblingly.

The gun fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

If you can hit here, you can naturally hit the body.

If it wasn't for Ethan's fear of writing the report, the half-shuttle just now would have knocked these people down.

Just as everyone's attention was on the firearms thrown to the ground, the man standing on the roof of the oil tanker wearing a black knit hat took the opportunity to jump up, shaking his arms and jumping down.

"Boom."

After a dull sound, both feet landed on the ground, and the man took advantage of the momentum and rolled forward to counteract the fall.

He quickly got up, using the oil tanker as a cover, took out a pistol from behind, spread his legs and quickly ran to the side.

In the corner of the factory building, there is a hidden door.

As long as you can rush through, everything still has a chance.

"Look at them."

Ethan yelled, and quickly moved to the side.

He didn't believe that it was such a big place, and people could run away.

"bump."

A cloud of sparks splashed out from an iron bucket a few meters away.

The knitted cap rushed out from the front of the oil tanker, swung the pistol, and shot randomly in the direction where the footsteps sounded, hoping to stop the opponent's pursuit.

This inaccurate shot almost made Ethan laugh out loud.

Either aim and hit, or hit crazy.

One is to attack, and the other is to suppress the opponent's firepower.

If he fired a shot indiscriminately, he could only appear flustered and terrified, just like a Teddy, who would only grin his teeth and kick it up and be useless.

"boom."

Ethan fired back unceremoniously, the bullet turned rapidly and landed precisely on his arm.

The force of the rotation tore the muscles and broke the bones.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

The knitted hat yelled and cursed frantically, hugging the broken arm in pain.

The pistol slammed and fell to the ground.

"boom."

There was another shot, sending a stream of cement debris at his feet.

Knitted Cap hopped in terror, ignoring the pain.

Since he likes dancing so much, Ethan let him dance as much as he can.

He strode towards the knitted hat, and at the same time pulled the trigger repeatedly. The bullets spewed out continuously, and landed on his feet one by one, causing the other party to frantically raise his legs.

"Bang bang bang."

A sound of gunshots echoed in the factory building.

The people behind thought that something had happened, Hank turned his head to look over, his eyes twitching.

"Hoohoohoo."

The knitted hat was still beating, making the sound of rapid breathing.

He didn't realize that the gunfire had stopped.

"Were you a kangaroo in your previous life?" Ethan had already walked in front of the knitted hat at this time, with the dark gun barrel facing his chest:

"Do you still want to dance?"

Ethan patted the bulletproof vest lightly, and said with a smile: "There are two spare magazines here, you like to play, we can play for a while."

"Please, don't."

The knitted hat stopped moving, shaking his head frantically with sweat all over his face.

Looking at the dozen or so shallow pits under his feet, he swallowed hard, not knowing whether the opponent's marksmanship was good or his own luck.

As long as the shot is not accurate, not only the hands but also the feet will be abolished.

"Let's go."

Having played enough, Ethan waved the muzzle of the gun, telling him to go back.

The knitted hat no longer had the thought of resisting, and walked back obediently, but his legs felt weak for a while, and he trembled a little when he walked.

Under the control of others, a dozen people here have already kneeled in a row.

They held their hands behind their heads, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"You kneel down for me too."

Ethan kicked the knitted hat's ass, and he quickly fell down, kneeling in the queue, but he could only hold his head with one hand.

"Guys, I have a little question."

He held the AR15 and walked back and forth in the queue: "Excuse me, who is Robert?"

"Can anyone tell me? Thanks."

The muzzle of the gun swayed back and forth in front of the line of people, causing them to dodge in fright. After hearing the words, a group of people looked towards the back of the line in unison.

"Oh it's you."

Ethan walked up to the knitted hat and said with a smile, "It seems that we are destined."

Grab his clothes hard and drag him aside.

"What do you want to do?"

The knitted hat twisted its body frantically and looked at Ethan in horror: "I tell you, you can't hit people, it's against the law for you to do this."

Damn, Ethan rolled his eyes.

Just like this, how can you be the boss of others after being shot more than a dozen times?

"Be quiet."

Ethan pinched his face: "Where is Muñoz, when will he come?"

"I don't understand you."

Knit Hat gasped, "Why is Muñoz here?"

"Don't play stupid."

Hank snapped: "I already know, when you arrive today, Munoz will come here to take his share."

"Really?" The knitted hat quickly explained:

"If Muñoz showed up in this place, I would have killed him immediately."

"Also, he would have made the same choice."

"So, do you still think he will appear in this place?"

Hearing what he said, Ethan and Hank glanced at each other, their hearts skipping a beat.

Ethan stared at him as he grabbed the knitted hat hard:
"Aren't you a team?"

"It used to be." The mouth of the knitting hat was pinched crookedly, and he said vaguely: "After Bazhuo was imprisoned, he still wanted to remotely control me."

"He is already a past guy, why should I still listen to him, now I am alone."

Damn, Ethan pushed hard and pushed the knitted hat to Rusek behind him.

They were used by Octopus. That guy wanted to take this opportunity to use their hands to clean up the disobedient people.

Hank naturally thought of this, and his face became gloomy.

buzzing.

The pocket vibrated, and Ethan took out his phone: "This is Morgan."

"Detective."

Atwater's voice came from the opposite side: "I have some news you should want to know."

"On the Kiev sauna side, two Ukrainian gang leaders were shot, execution-style headshots, and there were witnesses at the scene."

Atwater slowed down and continued:

"Witnesses saw the shooter, that's the Munoz you're looking for."

"Water?" Ethan squeezed the phone tightly: "When did it happen?"

"Just now." Atwater replied quickly.

Ethan looked at the knitted hat that had been knelt again, and thought of something: "The two dead people, take a photo and send it to me."

"Ok."

Atwater replied, and the call hung up.

"Who died?"

Seeing that Ethan's expression was wrong, Hank asked quickly.

"The key is not who is dead." The phone received messages one after another, and Ethan said with a sullen face:
"It's who killed it!"

"Atwater called. On the other side of the South District, Muñoz was found. Just as we were operating, he killed two more people."

(End of this chapter)