My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 684 This Is War
On the edge of Lake Michigan, the wind howled.

Ethan stepped on the frozen ground, and closed the car door with a slam.

Cover the lighter with your hand and light the cigarette.

A wisp of green smoke just rose, and was immediately blown away by the lake wind.

"Yo."

Teisel pressed the blue hat and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Can you go slower?"

"do you have any opinion?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ethan walked slowly up the embankment.

Hank was in charge of collecting the protection fee. He was just waiting to collect the money, so it had been a long time since he had seen this old black man.

Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, Teisel has a deep impression on him.

"No, of course I have no objection."

When he was talking, he inexplicably felt a dull pain in his ribs, and the muscle memory of the ribs being pinched last time remained until now.

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked at the nearby Lake Michigan.

Spring is coming, and the ice layer on the lake gradually begins to melt, and the broken ice is pushed by the lake water, one by one, one by one, densely piled up together.

Light blue shattered ice, like pieces of shattered glass, sprinkled Lake Michigan.

This scene is like a dream.

Just as Ethan was facing the beautiful scenery of Lake Michigan, Hank folded his arms and walked up to Tessel, and asked helplessly:

"Are you crazy? Why do you have to come here? I'm not afraid to freeze your brain."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I don't dare to be seen by acquaintances in the city, so I won't be a fool in the future." Teisel took a sip of the leaf, flicked his fingers, and the hand-rolled cigarette fell onto the ice:
"I'm in trouble now, someone is trying to take my business."

"Fakyu."

Ethan cursed and flicked the cigarette away.

The cold wind was howling, and the pumping was not strong, so he wrapped his clothes and was about to leave.

Fighting between gangs is as normal as eating and drinking. I am collecting protection fees, not being a nanny.

"Hey."

Seeing these two people turn around, Teisel suddenly became exasperated:
"You two bastards, do you want to do this?"

"I've paid the fee for so long, and now I'm in trouble, you can't help me?"

Hank had the same thoughts as Ethan, and walked down the lake embankment with a cold face.

It is the coldest before the beginning of spring, who would like to hear some trivial things from him while blowing the cold wind here.

"Fuck, don't go, this is war."

Teisel waved his hand vigorously and shouted loudly: "Gang war, this is not the kind of small thing you think."

Hearing this, Hank stopped in his tracks:
"are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm talking about war."

Teisel excitedly took out a leaf and ignited it again: "I'm not kidding, now there are a group of outsiders who want to come over to grab business."

"Every time something like this happens, you know, blood, corpses, gunfights, there's no shortage of one."

"Who is it?"

Hank walked back quickly and asked in a deep voice.

His attitude has always been the same, to be stable and not to be chaotic. If what Teisel really said, it would often cause great chaos.

"Salvadorian."

The corners of Teisel's eyes twitched, and he took a bite of the leaves.

"Shet."

Hank also gritted his teeth and frowned.

This is even more frightening than Mexicans and Colombians. El Salvador is a small country in Central America with a population of more than 600 million. According to incomplete statistics, at least one tenth of the people have an affair with a gang.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a gang country.

Under the extremely bad economic situation, a large number of young adults and gang members have smuggled here.

Most of these people have not received any education, and they are not willing to work like cattle and horses like Mexican illegal workers. Blood sucking is the only choice for most of them.

It is not a problem at all to describe the behavior of these people as extremely brutal.

It's okay for the stable organizations to say that these people won't fight so hard when they find a living, and the most fearful thing is that they are the ones who grab business and territory.

"what's going on?"

Hank reached out, snatched Teisel's leaf, and threw it away.

Since the situation is serious, he can't be allowed to smoke leaves. The information is inaccurate and can kill people.

"then."

Tessel reached into his pocket, pulled out a small plastic bag and threw it over.

After Hank had seen it, Ethan took the bag.

Inside were several small red pills with a capital Y printed on them.

"this thing."

Teisel sniffed, gritted his teeth and said, "We call it Pink Y."

"A group of Salvadorans approached me a few days ago and asked me to sell this item for six or four cents, six of them and four of us."

"You also know that this kind of thing is impossible to accept."

"A pill like this is not high-tech, and our gang can also produce it by itself."

"No reason, why sell other people's goods."

His eyes drifted, and he said excitedly: "And the Salvadorans also issued a warning that all the goods in our own hands must be stopped, and we can only sell them."

This kind of eating is a bit ugly.

It is equivalent to incorporating the other party, at least part of the other party's income.

These old blacks are not good at bothering them. Ethan doesn't need to think about it, he knows that Teisel will definitely not agree to this kind of cooperation.

"I refused and sent people away."

Teisel continued: "Before the Salvadorans left, they only gave three days to think about their harsh words."

"If we don't agree, they will come and grab it themselves."

He rolled his eyes and looked at Hank steadily: "Today is the fourth day."

"In the morning, in the next block, a leader disappeared."

"Not only him, but also his mistress, and two subordinates."

Looking at the small pill in Ethan's hand, Teisel swallowed: "At the place where the incident happened, a big letter Y was drawn with blood, which is the same as the one on the pill, which means that they are going to do something. "

"Not long ago, I was in touch with gang leaders in the neighborhood who had been warned by Salvadorans a few days ago."

"According to my judgment, these people should want to eat up a small area nearby."

Hearing this, Hank's eyes narrowed.

No wonder there was talk of a gang war, and no wonder Teisel was so nervous.

Now, the conflict phase has come.

He gave Teisel a hard look, and then looked at Ethan: "Did we receive any relevant reports today?"

"No." Ethan shook his head.

"There won't be." Teisel said with a wry smile, "You don't think that all murders can be brought before the cops, do you?"

"I understand."

Hank asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, what clues do you have?"

"Hector."

Teisel gritted his teeth: "The person who took the lead to threaten me said he was called Hector."

"On his neck, it's all tattoos."

"The back of the head." He said quickly, "That's right, there is also a long scar on the back of the head, as if it had been slashed by a knife."

"understood."

Hank nodded, narrowed his eyes and said, "Until we find that person, I suggest you hide for a while."

"Of course, I'm not stupid."

Tessel continued to take out the leaves and muttered.

"By the way." He remembered something again, and hurriedly said: "Hector also said something at that time."

"He said, hopefully we will make smart choices and not be fools and offend Ms Bowman, and none of us will survive."

(End of this chapter)