My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 693 Exquisite Bow Tie

Jumping out from here, you have come to the ordinary street.

Vehicles shuttle, pedestrians hurry.

On the other side of the road, the customers in the shops looked as usual, a scene of stability and peace.

Pedestrians on the road were startled by the screams, and suddenly a guy wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying an assault rifle jumped out from the side, scaring several passers-by to the point of screaming.

Ethan landed on both feet, and saw next to him a blond woman with a bumpy figure wearing red high heels.

The other party was so frightened that his face paled and his feet trembled.

There is no such thing as going to the streets with a gun on your back to pretend to be a military fan here. Basically, if you come out with a guy, it is likely to be a real guy.

"Da da da."

Just then, a burst of gunfire came from the corner of the street.

"Boom."

The sound of vehicle collision suddenly sounded.

"what!!!"

There were screams everywhere, and more than a dozen civilians rushed out from the corner of the street, running desperately on the road.

The cars on the road also began to evade danger, rampaging and avoiding the firefighting area.

The passers-by around him also scattered like ants on a hot pan.

"Chicago police."

Ethan rushed over with his gun in hand, but was stopped by the fleeing man.

At this time, Rusek who was behind also chased after him, and he also yelled loudly:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

At the end of the street, the two people who had just escaped appeared in Ethan's sight.

Hector is carrying a sword, which is very recognizable.

They stood together, holding submachine guns in their hands, and were firing wildly in another direction.

There was a violent gunshot, and the shell casings were thrown out like chains.

"boom."

Ethan didn't say anything, and directly pulled the trigger at the sky,
The gunshots from here finally woke up the terrified passers-by, who hugged their heads and lay down on the sidewalk.

And the gunshot also attracted the attention of Hector and another Salvadoran.

Seeing the two cops approaching from the side, they reacted very differently, and Hector flew backwards, rolled, and rolled over to hide behind a car that was circling in place.

The driver inside, already dizzy from the gun battle, was unconsciously turning the steering wheel.

The other person turned his gun ferociously.

Ethan and he pulled the trigger almost at the same time, the gunfire flashed, and the bullets spun out of the barrel at high speed, staggered through the air, and then fell hard on the opponent's body.

Ethan took a step back, but a cloud of blood exploded on the opponent's head.

"Boom."

When that force hit him, it was as if he had been hit in the chest by a giant hammer.

He gritted his teeth and stabilized his figure.

At this moment, a black Mercedes galloped from a distance and flicked to a stop beside Hector.

Hector also seized the opportunity, opened the car door and flew in.

Mercedes-Benz continued to shake the body, knocked away the circling vehicles, and fled the scene roaring.

The driver of the car turned his head and collided with Ethan's eyes.

His eyes were dead and lifeless.

Appropriate suits, exquisite bow ties, and a deadpan face.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan pulled the trigger subconsciously, leaving a row of bullet holes on the vehicle, and watched the black Mercedes drive away.

"Borden!"

He looked at the departing vehicle in shock, the AR15 drooping feebly.

The person who came to rescue Hector, the driver of the black Mercedes, was Proctor's personal assistant, Borden.

I don't know if the other party can recognize him, but he definitely still remembers this guy, he is meticulous in doing things, with a little nervousness, and he is an absolute ruthless character.

"Offended by Ms. Bowman, none of them will survive."

The words Teisel said on the embankment of Lake Michigan sounded again along with the howling cold wind.

Unexpectedly, it was her.

Rebecca Bowman!
Ethan gritted his teeth and clenched the handle of the gun. Has the other party already reached this level?
How magical is it that a rebellious girl expelled from the Amish community can instruct Salvadorans to seize the exclusive market in Chicago?

Although he tried his best not to believe it, Borden's appearance made him not believe it.

"Suspect fled."

Ruzek's voice sounded, and he yelled hastily: "Repeat, suspect Hector fled in a black Mercedes, driving north from Harrison Park."

He put down the walkie-talkie and grabbed Ethan by the shoulder:

"God, are you okay?"

Looking at the body reaction just now, it was obvious that he had been shot.

"It's okay." Ethan finally recovered and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Shaking his head, he said in a muffled voice:

"I can't die."

Seeing a thin layer of sweat dripping from Ethan's forehead, and pulling the bulletproof vest with both hands, Rusek quickly put the gun on his back:

"Come on, let me help you."

Taking off the vest, Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Despite the pain in his chest, he still walked quickly towards the end of the street with his bulletproof vest on.

When they came here, both of them stopped in shock.

The two police cars were beaten like a hornet's nest.

One of them hit the fire pole on the side of the road, spraying water, the patrolman inside drooped his head, not sure whether he was dead or alive.

The other patrol car was turned upside down.

Glass shattered all over the ground, only the people above could be seen staggering, and blood was slowly flowing from inside.

"Hurry up and save people."

Ethan gave Ruzek a push and pressed the intercom.

Ten minutes later, this place has turned into a blue ocean.

Patrol cars, ambulances, and fire engines blocked the intersection.

There are people in uniform everywhere, constantly busy.

Ethan was sitting on the tailgate of an ambulance, shirtless, allowing the paramedics to bandage him.

There was a bruise on the chest.

The skin on the top feels a little smashed.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and he was smoking a cigarette absent-mindedly.

"Detective." The ambulanceman said dully, "Maybe you shouldn't be smoking now, and you don't know if you have injured your bones or internal organs. Do you want to go to the hospital for a check?"

"No thanks."

Seeing that his body had been bandaged, Ethan stretched his arms and stood up vigorously.

This kind of injury is estimated to be fine in two days.

"You're so lucky." Olinski held his bulletproof vest in his hand, pulled out the insert plate forcefully, and knocked twice: "The quality of this is really good."

On the bulletproof plate, a small bag was lifted up.

This bulge was the reason why he suffered minor injuries, and it was also a guarantee that he would not be seriously injured.

"How is it, did you catch up with someone?"

Turning around and letting Irene put the coat on himself, he looked at Orlinski.

"No." Orinsky tapped on the walkie-talkie, shaking his head heavily:
"Unfortunately, we lost track."

"Shet."

Ethan slowly exhaled smoke and cursed secretly.

Not far away, Hank and Director Perry were talking.

After a while, he came over with a sullen face: "Everyone, I have bad news."

"Burgess' partner is dead."

Hank pointed to the patrol car next to the firefighters, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is also a patrolman who failed to rescue them, and the other two are still being rescued."

Hearing this news, the expressions of several members of the intelligence team surrounding the ambulance became ugly.

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(End of this chapter)