My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 640 The Role of Fame

He moved the mouse and opened emails one by one.

"Most of these emails were sent by that guy to his girlfriend in Moscow."

The black-haired man took a sip of his coffee and continued, "It's full of love letters, some irrelevant nonsense."

"what!!!"

"Da." He quickly turned off the video file and sniffed: "There is no need to explain this, you understand."

Erin was a little embarrassed and walked to her seat.

"Look through all the emails in the last few days, don't worry." Hank pressed his shoulder: "This is for Antonio, you understand."

"Of course I understand."

The man took a sip of coffee: "Otherwise, what do you think I'm here for?"

The Datong room became extremely quiet, except for the click of a mouse.

Everyone waited anxiously, hoping to find some clues as soon as possible. It is still uncertain what connection Schnetnovsky has with Octopus. Something must be found to facilitate interrogation.

Otherwise, it's easy for the other party to see that they don't know anything, and things will be too passive.

Ten minutes later, Hank's friend waved his arm:
"This should be what you are looking for, and it is the only thing that is relevant today."

"What is it?"

Everyone quickly gathered around, and Hank held onto the computer screen.

"This is an email from Aeroflot Cargo." His friend pointed to the newly pop-up window: "The email also has this attachment, which is a customs clearance list for a transport trailer. The cargo shown on it is two off-road vehicles."

"The cargo flight will take these two off-road vehicles from Chicago to Moscow."

"Look at the date, it's today."

"Let's go." Han pulled up his friend and walked towards the interrogation room with the computer: "We need to talk to this Slav."

Everyone followed and went to the observation room.

"bump."

In the interrogation room, Hank put down the computer in front of Schnetnovsky and tapped the screen with his fingers.

Without any words, just the moment he saw the attachment, the Slavs' eyes became flustered, and they glanced at Hank quickly.

"tell him."

Hank looked at his friend, and then at the Slav: "I want Octopus, not him."

"If he cooperates, he can pick one of his subordinates at random and admit Kefen's affairs, and I will let him go."

"There will be no prosecution, there will be no prison life."

"Are you serious?"

A strong hairy voice sounded, and Schnetnovsky said in a muffled voice.

Not fluent, but can speak.

Hey, this old boy is really pretending.

"I'm Hank Boydt." Hank gritted his teeth, not caring about these details, he leaned down and looked at the Slavs:
"You are in Chicago, you should have heard my name."

"I am a man of my word, I can say what I can do."

"Boit."

The Slav repeated his name and nodded slowly: "I have indeed heard of your name, you are a trustworthy person."

"So can we reach a consensus?"

Hank stretched out his palm and said in a deep voice.

"can."

The Slav hesitated for a moment, and shook his hand firmly.

In the observation room, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. This wasn't a police interrogation of a prisoner, but rather like two gangsters negotiating.

This kind of thing, Horstead would not feel anything.

Not to mention them, even state prosecutors often make compromises with criminals for the smooth implementation of the case without facing the jury.

"We're a new gang."

The big tongue of the Slavs sounded a thick voice: "The eight claws helped us and provided the source of goods. I owe him a favor, so I also help him."

While speaking, he reached out and tapped the computer screen next to him.

"The transfer route of the trailer." Hank took out the notebook and put it on the table:

"There is still time, thank you."

Now that the decision has been made, the Slavs no longer hesitate, pick up a pen and start writing.

"Yo."

Ethan pressed the intercom, chewed gum and said, "If that Slav lied to us, I'll smash his ass when we get back later."

Five or sixty meters ahead, the figure in the driver's seat of Cadillac flickered.

"No." Hank's voice sounded: "This kind of person is very loyal, but more concerned about interests."

"The depth of friendship is nothing more than the price when they betray others."

"The conditions I offered were irresistible to him."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel, looked in the rearview mirror and waited patiently.

In fact, one is the price tag, and the other is the reputation Hank has built up in Chicago for decades.

Whether the reputation is good or bad.

Some things, as long as they are spoken out and promised to go out, others will know that Boyett can be trusted.

This is the most important thing. If it were someone else, even if they were talking about it, the Slavs would feel that they were fooling around and would not cooperate easily.

The place where they are located is a remote street.

The trailer will go to the cargo airport through here, and the contents of the container will be loaded onto the cargo plane.

If nothing else, Octopus is hiding inside the off-road vehicle in the container.

And Ethan prepared thirty small gifts for him.

The few remaining members of the intelligence team also parked their vehicles on both sides of the street, forming a big pocket.

Once you come, you can't run away.

A few minutes later, Ethan's fingers tapping the steering wheel stopped abruptly, and a truck appeared in the rearview mirror, pulling a container behind it.

With a thought, he turned on the radar.

When the vehicle passed by, the windows also vibrated slightly.

One, two, three, besides the cab, there are two light spots in the container behind.

"The target appears."

Ethan pressed the intercom and picked up the AR15.

Hank and Orlinski in front started the vehicle and turned the steering wheel quickly.

The vehicles crossed and stopped in the middle of the road.

The police lights flashed, firmly blocking the truck's direction.

The two quickly got out of the car, with a gun in one hand and a police badge in the other.

Facing the threat of gunpoint, the driver quickly stepped on the brakes and raised his hands, not daring to show any strangeness.

"Come down."

Hank ran forward, dragged the driver out of the cab, and quickly locked the handcuffs.

When the two came to the back again, there was already a half circle around here.

Horsted held a large iron tongs more than one meter long in his hand, and looked at Hank nervously, with some hesitation in his eyes.

"Do it."

Hank gave the order: "Do what we're supposed to do."

"boom."

With a crisp sound, the iron chain was cut.

Regardless of the danger, Rusek flew forward, grabbed the handle, and opened the iron door by a gap of more than ten centimeters.

Ethan and Orinski glanced at each other, and unanimously pulled out the tabs in their hands. The two flash bombs rolled and flew into the gap. Ruzek quickly pushed the iron door back and closed it tightly.

The flash bomb not only emits a strong light, but it is also accompanied by a loud noise, which is enough to deafen people in a sealed environment.

"Boom bang."

With two loud bangs, the entire container shook.

Bright lights flashed.No one dared to look at the gap, most of the people here have suffered a lot.

"what!!!"

Following two heart-piercing shouts, Ethan held his gun and roared, "Open the door."

Responding quickly, Ruzek yanked the door open.

Inside the container, white smoke filled the air.

However, it can still be seen that there are two off-road vehicles parked inside.

Octopus and Cowboy painfully pushed open the tailgate and tumbled out of the car.

"Cough cough cough."

Bazhuo coughed violently and waved his hands desperately: "I vote."

"There are guns!"

Ethan stood just outside the door, straddling his feet. With a roar, he snapped the trigger with the AR15 in his hand.

"Da da da."

There was a violent gunshot, and the bullet casings kept flying out of the bullet opening.

"Bang bang bang."

Orlinski, who was next to him, also raised the Glock with one hand and fired wildly.

"Boom."

The Remington in Hank's hand pumped vigorously, and shotguns spewed out from the muzzle, sweeping across the area.

Affected by this, Rusek and Irene also quickly pulled the trigger, hesitated for less than a second, and Horstead gritted his teeth to keep up with their actions.

Six people stood in a semicircle, revenge bullets flew into the container like raindrops.

　Thank you brother Agenus for your support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)