My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 680
Burgess's face was red and white, and his hands clasped the bulletproof vest tightly.

"It's just a job."

The bald policeman still didn't stop complaining, and continued to curse at Burgess: "If there is any dangerous matter, just leave it to the plainclothes. I want to get home from get off work safely tonight."

"Next time, be careful and I will complain to you."

"Hey!"

Ethan licked his lips and let out a roar: "You bastard, do you get this salary so that you can eat more donuts?"

This reprimand attracted the attention of all the policemen on the scene.

"What do you mean leaving a dangerous thing to plainclothes?" Ethan strode up to him, pointed at his nose and cursed, "What's your police number, you don't need to complain to Burgess, I'll complain to you."

"It is its misfortune that this police badge is worn on you."

"If you weren't wearing this uniform, I would have slapped you right away."

Ethan reached out and pinched Burgess' face:

"Look at her."

"Don't look away, I told you to look at her."

The bald policeman's face flushed red, his aura was completely suppressed by Ethan, and he could only look at Burgess obediently.

"It's blood, almost her blood."

Ethan yelled sharply: "Your partner, working hard in front, almost died."

"And you, hiding behind like a goddamn little girl, scared to pee your pants, and now you have to reprimand her for your inaction."

He let go of Burgess, pointed at the paunchy patrolman again, and cursed:
"Why don't you take off your uniform and go home and fack yourself? It'll save your miserable life a little longer."

If it is a patrolman who is scolded by plainclothes for no reason, other patrolmen will definitely stand up and support him.

But under Ethan's yelling and cursing, everyone present knew what happened, and immediately cast contemptuous glances at the bald policeman.

Everyone is afraid, it's human nature.

They also slowed down the speed of the car just now, there is nothing to say about this.

But I cringed and scolded my colleagues who stood up, no matter what I said, it would make people look down on me.

Especially the sentence that it is dangerous to let plainclothes do it, just think about it, and say it blatantly, and let others hear it.

Now being pointed and scolded by plainclothes deserves it.

"okay."

Irene stepped forward quickly, grabbed Ethan's arm and dragged him aside: "Stop talking, we have to go back to the slaughterhouse."

"I'm Ethan Morgan."

Finally, Ethan pointed at the bald police officer and said harshly: "If you don't accept it, let's meet sometime, and you'll be lucky if you keep a few bones."

"Boom~"

The gray Dodge let out a roar, and quickly left with the red guy.

Burgess looked at the departing vehicle, wiped his face vigorously, the blood spread, and his face became pale red.

"Ethan Morgan."

The bald policeman came back to his senses, and his body couldn't help shaking: "Is he Ethan Morgan from the intelligence team?"

"Yes."

Burgess looked at his partner, gritted his teeth and said, "You told me so much just now, I just want to tell you one thing."

She pointed out her middle finger fiercely, and her tone was firm:
"Fakeyou!"

The place just now was left to those patrolmen to deal with.

They took the red guy and quickly returned to the factory next to the slaughterhouse, where the police lights were also flashing, and five or six patrol cars and ambulances were parked.

Bomb squads are also on the scene and are dealing with the explosives left behind.

Small carts were pulled out by people in explosion-proof suits, and carefully loaded onto the carts. By the side of the street, several people were lying on the ground.

"Nice job."

Seeing the red guy who was pulled out of the car by Irene, Hank reached out and punched Ethan: "Are you okay over there?"

"There is one more person, dead."

When Ethan spoke, there was an irrepressible murderous look.

It's only been a long time, and he took a few more lives, but he has already thought about it, what he did is this kind of thing, it's no big deal, it's great to have a few more parties.

Kill and dance.

As long as it is combined, there will be no problem,

"I don't know if we were lucky or bad luck." Hank patted his arm and said helplessly, "Red, you bastard, just happened to meet a group of gun dealers here tonight."

"No way?"

Ethan spread out his hands with a look of disbelief.

"That's right." Hank nodded and walked inside: "When we came over, they were trading inside."

The dangerous goods in the factory building have been cleaned up.

A pickup truck was parked in the middle, with two corpses lying beside it.

"The red guy killed someone." Hank shrugged and said, "Take another person to escape, and the gunmen above saw him escape and quickly surrendered."

Orlinsky and the others surrounded the pickup truck.

"Hey, look at this guy."

Rusek struggled to get out of the carriage with an M249 in his hand. He grinned and said, "Fortunately, they didn't use this thing just now."

"Yes!"

Seeing the machine gun, everyone swallowed in unison and nodded heavily.

Ethan raised his eyebrows even more. He used this thing when he was in New York. If the gunman inside just now used this guy, among other things, few people present would survive.

After dealing with the scene, a group of people dragged their tired bodies back to the police station.

The others went upstairs, and Ethan was last.

He walked to the reception and looked around: "Where is Burgess, is she back?"

"came back."

Pratt put down the pen in his hand and handed him a chocolate: "But you know, she was almost shot, and I told her to go back early to rest."

"Thank you."

Ethan took the chocolate, tore off the plastic wrap and threw it into his mouth.

The reception sergeant usually treats those patrol officers with a bad face, and even teases them from time to time.

In fact, she cared about her subordinates very much, and she was the kind of person with a wicked face.

"correct."

Ethan chewed the slightly bitter chocolate slowly, staring at Pratt: "Something happened just now, I think you need to know."

A gentleman never takes revenge overnight, and if he complains, he will complain immediately.

"Needless to say." Pratt waved his hand and sighed: "I received the news half an hour ago. Unfortunately, there are such dawdling policemen everywhere."

"Is there nothing we can do?" Ethan frowned.

"What do you think I was doing just now?"

Pratt picked up the writing board on the reception desk, and said with a smile: "This is the transfer report, the 21st Bureau, there is no need for such a person."

"good."

Ethan smiled and gave her a high five: "This is the Pratt I know."

"Whether the police are chaotic or not, it's up to you to decide."

Putting on a tall hat, Pratt grinned from ear to ear.

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