My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 668 Get carried away

"Mr. Edwin, do you think what I said makes sense?"

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Ethan's mouth, but bloodthirsty light in his eyes. Two completely different emotions blended together perfectly.

"Makes sense."

Edwin stammered, a few drops of sweat slipping from his temples.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the crushed bullet casing, and kept recalling what happened just now in his mind, as if the bullets were still hitting him one by one.

The bladder suddenly became uncontrollable and burst into sourness.

"By the way." Ethan took a sip of cappuccino, then pointed to the person opposite: "This is my colleague, Gene, I believe you know him."

"Unfortunately, because of the family, he was threatened."

"Bankruptcy is already miserable, but as a result, others have to threaten his family and his life."

"You said, how can there be such a bad person in this world?"

He raised his arm and patted Edwin's shoulder heavily: "Why don't you speak, am I wrong?"

"Yes, that's right."

Being slapped by the palm, Edwin's body shook, as if he was in the environment of being shot again.

The wave of attacks just now can be said to have completely frightened him, and now he can even smell a faint smell of gunpowder smoke coming from the side.

He believed that the other party definitely had the idea and ability to kill him.

"correct."

Ethan opened the rolled up document again and handed it to Edwin: "This is another gift for you."

"If something happens to Gene, or his family, any accident."

"He is my friend, and he is also a friend of many people. There will be equal revenge. I hope you can understand this."

Inside the file, there was a blank sheet of paper.

There are only a few lines of words on it, all of which are some company names and addresses.

Others may be surprised to see it.

But when Edwin saw it, his face was as pale as the corpse in the trash can just now.

The information here is all his family's work place and home address.

Not only that, even the address of the vacation home I bought is clearly written on it.

It was panic just now, but after seeing this information, Edwin felt deep fear.

The information on this paper is the result of Gene's work. For a technical nerd like him, it is not difficult to find this information.

"now it's right."

Noticing the sweat dripping from Edwin's cheeks from his chin, Ethan nodded with satisfaction: "Before breaking the rules of the game, you must think clearly, think about what would happen if something happened to you."

"Mr. Edwin, do you think what I said makes sense?"

"Makes sense."

Edwin replied subconsciously, rubbing the paper with trembling fingers, and his whole face became crumpled like paper.

This is Ethan's idea, you want to be a hooligan, I am more hooligan than you.

You have a high position, I don't compare this with you.

It's better than what I am best at. I will take out a gun to play with you. Under the gun, there is no position, and all beings are equal. Just ask you if Edwin is afraid.

Now this situation is obvious, he is afraid.

"Remember." Hank curled his fingers and tapped heavily on the desktop: "If you want to do business in the future, I will accompany you in business."

"If you continue to play dirty tricks in private, I will accompany you."

He and Ethan glanced at each other, then stood up, the matter has been made clear, there is no need to stay any longer.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a clear voice resounded through the cafe.

Gene summoned up his courage, and slapped Edwin's face hard, knocking him into a daze.

"Comfortable?"

Jean moved his sore wrist and said angrily, "I'll return the slap you gave me now."

Under the astonished gazes of the entire cafe, he strode outside.

"damn it."

Ethan was also frightened just now, and the technical nerd got angry, and it was also violent.

He quickly followed, put his arm around Jean's shoulder and smiled:

"Who taught you this, it's too violent."

"You!"

Gene smiled, with tears in the corners of his eyes: "There is no one else but you, thank you!"

Damn, it's so sensational.

Ethan rubbed his black hair like a chicken coop, and pushed him out of the cafe.

When he got outside, Gene stopped.

He looked at Hank, opened and closed his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Wait until you go back and do a good job handover."

Hank pursed his lips, turned and left: "I've already contacted the department for you, just go to report directly tomorrow."

"sorry."

Looking at the back of his resolute departure, Gene said hastily again: "I am in the intelligence team, very happy, thank you."

Hank's footsteps paused, and he continued to stride forward.

Branch 21, reception hall.

"Hey, Boyett."

Seeing two people coming up the stairs, Pratt spread his hands and said, "It's not like you don't have the budget, why don't you ask someone to come back and answer the phone for you."

"What happened." Hank was confused.

"Damn it, after you went out just now, the phone upstairs has been ringing." Pratt picked up a thick stack of documents in his hand, and threw them on the reception desk forcefully:
"As you can see, I'm a very busy person."

"It's not difficult to find someone, just anyone, to answer the hotline, ok?"

Pratt complains, and even Hank admits to it.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

He shrugged, walked quickly to the side, and at the same time shook his head at Ethan and said, "Now it's not that easy to find someone who is careful and trustworthy."

In view of Gene's matter, Ethan just smiled.

In fact, such an operator is optional. In many cases, the intelligence team will not leave without a single person left.

"Clap clap."

Walking up the stairs, Hank slapped his palms vigorously: "Tell me, what did you find?"

"I checked all the employee lists at the construction site." Rusek bit his pencil and raised his arm: "There is nothing worth tracking down."

"But I asked the construction site supervisor, and he said there were only water gel explosives in it."

"There is neither a detonator nor a fuse. If those people want to do something, they will definitely need to use these two things."

"We discussed it just now." Horsted behind also raised his hand to signal:
"I have a friend who might know something."

"very good."

Hank nodded, pointing to Horsted and Rusek: "Then the two of you follow up together."

"Any more?"

He continued to look at the others.

"Sheriff." Atwater hesitated, and quickly stood up: "When I was young, I grew up near that construction site."

"It's the territory of the Erba Gang. You know, even if this kind of thing can escape the monitoring, it will definitely not escape the eyes of the local gang. I think the Erba people must know something."

"In the [-]th gang, I know someone, maybe I can find a way to get him to take us to meet the gang leader."

"Okay." Hank waved his hand to interrupt him:

"Olinsky, you go with him."

Seeing that the others didn't speak anymore, Hank took off his coat and walked into the office. Gene's affairs made him not in the mood.

The same is true for Ethan, returning to his seat directly.

When he came back from vacation, he didn't even have a chance to sit down. Pulling out the chair, he crossed his legs and stretched.

After being in the intelligence team for a few days, Atwater finally had a chance to play.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, and his whole person became forgetful: "Olinsky, don't bother you, I can handle it by myself."

"Oh~"

Olinsky stood up and spread his hands: "The big man is talking, he doesn't even need me."

"Clap clap clap."

"I knew you'd stand up," Ruzek booed.

Sparse applause sounded, and Ethan rubbed up a ball of paper and threw it on Atwater's body: "I'll give you a chance to repeat what I just said."

"Feel sorry."

Facing the eyes of everyone, Atwater suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly explained:

"The [-]th Gang is a black gang, so."

"So what?"

Orlinsky looked badly: "I have been working undercover for 20 years. Are you saying that I will ruin your rookie business?"

"It's my fault, let me go."

Atwater held up his hands, obediently begging for mercy.

"Let's go, rookie." Orlinski threw a twist candy into his mouth angrily, and walked towards the stairs.

"Ok."

Atwater hurried to follow, becoming a little dejected.

When he was about to go downstairs, Orlinski stopped and looked at Ethan: "About Gene?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked over.

Ethan shook the chair lightly, biting the beef jerky in his mouth: "The matter has been settled."

As soon as everyone showed joy, he continued:

"However, today is Jean's last day in the intelligence team."

　Thanks to Brother Arenas Long for the reward and support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)