My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 666 The Stroke Master
Brother Jin Mao reached out to touch his nose, looking at the oil in his hand.

He froze for a moment before reacting.

His face was blue and white for a while, and his eyes seemed to be able to shoot fire, and he stood up suddenly.

"The doctor told me."

Ethan slowly chewed the tender beef and the fragrant rice noodles, and said vaguely, "I need to cultivate myself for a few days."

The Python revolver was drawn from its holster, and he broke away the hammer and set it on the table.

The gleaming muzzle of the gun pointed at the golden retriever obliquely.

"I don't want to kill people these two days." Picking up a piece of siu mai and putting it in his mouth, Ethan glanced over again: "You don't want me to relapse, do you?"

Looking at the pistol on the table, Brother Jin Mao blinked his eyes quickly.

The split hammer seemed to fall at any moment.

"Ayong!"

Hong Ye who was opposite threw the handkerchief aside, and scolded: "You are frizzy, what do you look like, please sit down for me."

After the kid with a bunch of golden hair sat down, Lord Hong picked up the teacup and blew on the froth.

He looked at Ethan and asked with a smile:

"How does it taste, officer?"

"The taste of Fulong Restaurant is one of the best in China Town."

"Not bad." Ethan nodded, continued to move his hands, and soon finished eating the fried beef.

Gene, a clever little ghost, immediately poured him a cup of tea.

"I'm Ethan Morgan." Ethan wiped his mouth and took a sip of tea: "Your name is Master Hong, right?"

While speaking, he gently moved the handle of the python gun with his fingers.

"Yes."

Master Hong saw the direction of the gun pointing at him, his eyes twitched, and he said in a deep voice: "This is also the face given by friends in the world."

"Are you telling me, do you have many friends?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows: "I have more friends, I can call them with just one phone call, and I don't need to pay for relocation and medical expenses."

"There are more than 1 police officers in Chicago, all of whom carry guns, and all of them are of the legal type."

"Helicopters, armored vehicles."

"There is everything you can think of, and everything you can't think of."

"How about it, do you want to touch it?"

"I have a lot of time, I can play with you every day, and I promise not to repeat the same."

Facing this kind of person, you can't give a good face.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, it is these bastards who are specifically targeting their own people.

"I did not mean that."

Lord Hong's city mansion is not bad, he asked calmly: "Sir, I don't know if you came here today, what's the matter?"

"I'm still in a hurry, so I won't talk nonsense with you."

Ethan stretched his hand to the side, and Gene quickly took out the money in the paper bag and put it in his hand.

"Bang."

A large pile of cash was thrown onto the table by Ethan, and all kinds of refreshments were smashed and turned into a mess.

"Here is one hundred thousand dollars."

Ethan put his hand on the python revolver, and returned the hammer to its original position: "This is the money that Gene's father lent you to the casino, and now I will return it in full."

Then put the pistol back into the holster, and put the police badge on the corner of his clothes.

"Their family's savings are all ruined, and all the money mortgaged on the house is lost."

Ethan said with a cold face: "This is his father's fault, I don't blame you."

"But I think you can accept it as soon as you see it, what do you think?"

"Impossible." Ayong next to him said hastily: "That old thing owes us 25, and you want to get rid of us with [-]?"

"It's only [-] now."

Ethan took back a wad of cash from the table and put it back into his pocket, then looked at the bunch of golden retrievers: "Do you have anything else to say?"

"you."

Ah Yong was so trembling that he wanted to stretch out his fingers.

"Shut up." Master Hong yelled at him: "With me here, when will it be your turn to speak?"

It can be seen that Master Hong has a lot of authority.

Ah Yong closed his mouth in an instant, staring fiercely at him.

"This sir."

Master Hong nodded: "You are a character, I like you."

"Last time we had a Chinese kid killed, you were the one who caught the murderer, right?"

"21st Bureau, intelligence team." He looked at Hank who had been silent all the time, and switched to English that was not very fluent: "Hank Boyett, you don't know me, but I know you."

"Just [-], I'll make friends with you."

"This account is settled."

When he heard about the Chinese children, Ah Yong remembered something, and his eyes narrowed a bit.

"I'm not familiar with you."

Hank took a step forward and said blankly: "I hope you are a person who keeps your word."

"You took the money." Ethan squeezed a shrimp dumpling from the bamboo drawer and threw it into his mouth: "If I let you know, there will still be people who will harass Gene and his family."

"Don't bother you."

Master Hong looked at him and said with a smile: "I will do it myself."

"good."

Ethan gave him a thumbs up, got up and left.

A group of people walked downstairs, and Jin let out a heavy breath as if he had relieved his burden.

The vampire-like usury disappeared from his head, as long as he worked hard, life would always get better.

"Thank you."

He said words of thanks to several people excitedly.

"You're welcome, we're all on our own." Jimmy patted him on the shoulder, then looked to the side: "Even if I wasn't here just now, Ethan can help you out."

"To be honest, no one has dared to point a gun at Lord Hong for many years."

He shook his head with a smile, greeted Hank again, and turned to leave.

"Do you have a dick?"

Hank looked at the vehicle that Jimmy was leaving, and asked in a deep voice.

"some."

Ethan nodded, he didn't lack that thing now, "But I need a car."

"Shh."

A bunch of keys flew over.

After receiving the key in his hand, Ethan showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This thing is Hank's secret base, the key to the warehouse next to the pier, and the Camry, which is also a necessary tool for them to attack.

"You go get the car first." Hank looked at the time:

"I'll call again when you're ready."

Gene followed Hank back to the police station, and Ethan got in the car and drove to the dock warehouse.

Since Edwin likes to threaten others, let him have a taste of being threatened. For Sumner's sake, he will not kill him.

But there are some flavors that must be let him taste.

Half an hour later, Ethan drove to a remote intersection.

Stop the car and put on the hood.

With a wave of his arm, two Uzi submachine guns appeared on the co-pilot.

Unload the magazine, confirm that it is full of bullets, and then switch the speed switch to semi-automatic mode.

Open the door and take a few steps forward.

He was just behind the bushes, quietly waiting.

Not far ahead, there is an abandoned mine. Hank asked Edwin to meet here, and the time is almost up.

The fingers tapped the submachine gun lightly, and after a while, smoke and dust rose in the distance, and a car drove over.

Edwin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, could be seen from a distance. His face was firm and he had the demeanor of a mature man.

I have to say that some women just like this one.

This bastard's eloquence should also be good, and he can fascinate a female police detective like Sumner, who is so straightforward in doing things.

When I thought of this, the car was already approaching.

Ethan turned around abruptly, and picked up the two submachine guns hanging on his body.

"Da da da."

The muzzle of the gun burst into flames, and the bullets crackled and hit the tires, and moved all the way up, passing through the hood, and sweeping towards the empty passenger seat.

Edwin was still driving leisurely, but he was suddenly attacked.

The car body rattled, and the glass was shattered with a bang.

Hearing the sound of bullets whizzing past, he was terrified, pushed the car door regardless, turned over and jumped out of the car.

"Boom."

The body fell heavily on the gravel road, followed by a few quick rolls.

Hitting, scratching, sand and gravel splashing.

The whole person was dizzy and couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north. Edwin held back the severe pain and quickly pulled out the Glock on his body.

Footsteps sounded, and they quickly approached themselves.

"Fake!"

With a roar, he slammed the muzzle of the gun towards the sound of footsteps, and his fingers were about to pull the trigger.

"Boom."

Afterimages flashed, the heavy boots kicked heavily on his hand.

Before a shot was fired, Glock was kicked into the air, spinning, and fell more than ten meters away.

"Shet."

Before Edwin could react, he was kicked over and stomped on the ground.

"Don't shoot, don't."

His face was crushed out of shape, and the dust on the ground was blown up with short breaths: "I am a senior officer of the Internal Affairs Department of the Chicago Police Department. No matter who you are, please don't do stupid things."

"Kill me, and the police in Chicago won't let you go."

"If you have any request, you can say it as soon as possible."

Damn it, Ethan was so angry that he would stare at the policeman's ass looking for trouble if he had nothing to do, and use the policeman as a shield if something happened.

This kind of behavior is too shameless.

"Don't kill me." Edwin continued to shout in horror: "I'm a policeman, and you don't want to be a police killer, right?"

"No matter where you flee, you will be caught."

"I have money, I can give you money, 20, [-], whatever."

"boom."

A gunshot interrupted his words.

Ethan stepped on his head and pulled the trigger.

The left and right hands waved the submachine gun together, and the muzzle spewed out flames, shooting along Edwin's body continuously.

"what!!!"

Edwin howled crazily, but didn't dare to move his body.

Feeling the bullets hit him one after another, the gravels splashed, causing his body to hurt, his bladder couldn't control it anymore, and he let out thousands of miles.

Edwin's ass was also twitching crazily following the gunshots.

"Da da da."

He fired seven or eight shots at the soaked ground between his legs, and Ethan released the trigger.

"Fack, Fack."

He actually howled loudly, and shouted in a crying voice: "You are a devil, Fakeyu."

"boom."

Another bullet hit him more than ten centimeters directly in front of his eyes.

Edwin saw a plume of smoke splashing up, he was shocked, and closed his mouth completely.

Released the trigger, Ethan smiled.

He didn't speak, but let go of the submachine gun, picked up an empty shell, put his hand in front of Edwin's eyes, squeezed hard, and crushed the shell.

Then put away the foot that was stepping on Edwin's head, and stepped back step by step.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the car, and then gradually went away, that Edwin suddenly turned over, covered his crotch with his hands, and let out screams.

Go back to the dock warehouse and change all the clothes on your body.

Even the brand-new boots, which were two sizes too big, were thrown in a trash bag, cleaned up, and returned to the police station in a Ford Interceptor.

Let Edwin enjoy the feeling of being threatened first, and let him know that others are not only good at talking.

As long as some bottom lines are broken, others will definitely have a way to treat them in the same way.

Soon he will be able to wake up to Hank's fault, if he is afraid, he will naturally negotiate with Hank, if he is not afraid, then next time it will not be a stroke.

"Om~"

While driving, the phone next to me vibrated.

He took a look and pressed answer:

"I'm listening."

"How is it going?" Hank's voice came over.

"It's done." Ethan stepped on the accelerator slowly: "Just wait for the call. I'm going back to the police station now."

"Go to this place."

Hank gave him an address, and continued: "The case just received, we are now preparing to leave."

"Ok."

Ethan looked in his direction and hung up the phone.

Turning the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator, the warning lights of the Ford Interceptor flashed, and it passed the cars in front and drove forward at high speed.

Not long after, they came to a construction site.

Two patrolmen have already arrived at the scene and are pulling the cordon.

"bump."

Slamming the car door, he strode over: "21st Bureau, intelligence team, what happened here."

"Hey, Ethan."

The policewoman who turned her back to her turned around, her little face flushed from the cold: "Why did you come here by yourself?"

"They'll be here in a minute."

It turned out to be Burgess. Ethan looked at another patrolman. Her partner was a potbellied guy who must be in his 50s.

Seeing that they knew each other, the male patrolman yawned and walked to the side.

"Don't look, I haven't had any luck this time."

Burgess put down the security belt, put his hands into the bulletproof vest and said depressedly: "The partners during this time are the kind of people I don't even know how to say."

"Can you believe it?"

She said angrily: "That guy, just parked the car behind a supermarket and fell asleep directly."

"Not only that, but he doesn't bother to respond to the information from the contact desk."

This guy had a lot of grievances, and he just complained when he came up, and he sighed after he finished speaking.

Burgess is a very motivated guy, and it was a real torture to partner with these guys.

But it's hard for Ethan to say anything, isn't it just fishing at work!

I am very familiar with this thing.

"What happened here?" He covered his mouth and coughed dryly.

"This way."

Only then did Burgess get down to business, and walked towards a container on the ground next to him with his ponytail swaying.

When he came to the blue container, Ethan knew why he contacted the intelligence team, so he couldn't help but slow down a bit, the door of the cabinet was ajar, and there were broken iron locks and chains on the ground.

The focus is on the top, on the door of the cabinet, there are a few signs of explosives.

"Please."

He spread his hands and said helplessly, "It must not be what I think."

　Dazhang, thank you brother Wild Ghost No. 18 for your support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)