My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 721 Captured
After being stunned for a while, Ethan quickly squatted up.

Huge suitcases were placed neatly next to the launcher, roughly a dozen or so.

Next to the suitcase, there are many luggage bags stacked on top of each other.

He swallowed, and green light appeared in his eyes. Although he failed to kill the judge for the time being, it would be good to collect some interest first.

These cuties are earned through hard work.

You should take it, you should take it too much.

The body catapulted forward, and quickly groped for the suitcase.

One.

two.

The gray-black suitcase quickly disappeared out of thin air.

When he touched the seventh one, Ethan stopped the movement of his hands, and his excited expression became stiff.

Tried twice more, still not working.

He just wanted to clear out the guns and sundries in the space, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up and forcefully hold down his thoughts.

It's almost enough, and the greed can't be too strong.

Even if you put two or three more on him, you still can't take all the money here.

This income is also rich enough.

In addition to the one just now, a full seven suitcases were packed in. This wave can at least double my net worth. If it is not all small bills of one or five yuan, it is only a simple conversion of volume. It is said that there are about [-] million.

Thinking of this, Ethan grinned with joy, put a suitcase over, and sat on it cheerfully.

As for the Inquisitor, there is always a chance later.

Maybe, that shot just now could send him away directly.

One minute later, Jill rushed to the rooftop with the AR1 and searched for the traces of the battle along the way.

The corpses on the road could no longer move her.

I've seen enough of these things tonight.

Stepping on the shell casing, walked to the end.

"Be careful."

Not far away, a little scarlet lighted up.

Several corpses were strewn about on the ground, and Ethan was sitting on the suitcase next to him, smoking a cigarette comfortably.

He waved his hand and signaled Jill to squat down: "Be careful of bullets flying over."

"this thing."

Before she could ask, Ethan shook his head and pointed to the launcher next to him: "Although I was shot, unfortunately, the judge used this thing to slide to a building not far away."

"Is it dead or alive, there is no way to confirm."

He took off his helmet and threw it aside, scratching his scalp: "If I were you, first cancel the signal interference, and then notify Phillips, and let him deploy people to start a city-wide arrest."

After a period of mental construction, Ethan has controlled his excitement.

He spread his hands and shrugged:

"Sorry for letting him escape, but I did my best."

Needless to say Ethan, Jill also knows that he has tried his best. With one person's ability, it is not easy to achieve this step.

After getting rid of the last black suit just now, she touched it carefully. There were corpses everywhere along the way, and she didn't know how he could do it.

"You are hurt?"

Jill hurried forward, held Ethan's arm and asked.

There was a gap five to six centimeters long, and blood was still slowly oozing out.

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan frowned and looked at the wound.

This is the mark left by the bullet. He was lucky, if he missed it a little bit, he hit the bone directly.

"We're going to restore the signal."

Jill quickly backed away: "I need to arrange an ambulance for you."

"Let's go!" Seeing him motionless, Jill asked puzzledly, "What are you still doing here?"

"bump."

Ethan turned over another suitcase, unzipped the zipper, and lifted the lid.

"Shet."

Seeing the green banknotes stuffed inside, Jill gasped and watched this breathtaking scene.

There are, to say the least, several million.

She looked to the side with a stiff neck, and there were also seven or eight boxes standing upright, and then recalled that on the way back, next to the external unit of the air conditioner, there were also two or three suitcases and travel bags discarded.

Swallowing hard, Jill became excited.

Although the Inquisitor could not be captured or killed, it was a great capture and a great contribution.

"When I came over, they had shipped some over."

Ethan stomped out the cigarette butt and kicked the travel bag: "Including the flour here, people need to watch it. You stay here. I'll go down and turn off the signal interference."

"You are hurt."

Jill shook her head quickly: "You stay."

"Listen to me." Ethan waved his hand and said forcefully, "It's not safe down here. I don't want you to be injured at the last moment. Of course, you need to watch these things. I don't want to cause trouble, understand?"

Although tens of millions are missing, Ethan believes that this will not cause trouble for Jill.

These things will then be transshipped in full view.

Besides, they didn't know that there would be so many seizures here. Those who knew the situation either died or fled. No one would care about this issue.

Even if the judge saw the news and called anonymously to report.

But that would only be a joke. Letting tens of thousands of dollars disappear is a very easy thing. Making seven suitcases disappear mysteriously, no one would believe such a thing.

"I see. Be careful."

Jill nodded, and said with concern: "Wipe your chest, let the three letters of FBI shine out, you are too scary now."

"When I came up, I heard people downstairs breaking the door."

"You look like this, don't cause the misunderstanding of those special police."

Ethan lowered his head and smiled.

After vigorously wiping away a layer of plasma, the words FBI finally emerged.

New York, three in the morning.

Outside the NO.18 apartment building, a sea of ​​red and blue lights lit up.

Patrol cars, ambulances, armored vehicles, and Chevrolet Saabs surrounded the place.

For a few blocks, all gang members disappeared.

There are smart people who have already fled New York directly.

One after another, corpses covered in white cloth were carried out from the middle of the iron plate with a huge hole opened.

On the street, a large area is densely spread out.

The thugs in all kinds of costumes were tied up in a string by the heavily armed special police and escorted out. The bomb disposal experts behind them were standing by, waiting for the building to be emptied.

From time to time, the busy staff cast their horrified gazes at a corner next to them.

This kind of thing is something they have never experienced before.

In the corner, three ambulances were parked, and several blood-stained people gathered together.

"Thank you."

Lying on the stretcher, Phillips said with a sullen face, "Damn it, I thought it had been a year, but I didn't expect that I would survive."

"Don't take it to heart, we are old friends, aren't we?"

Ethan clenched his fist heavily, and said with a smile, "Just take care of your wounds."

Phillips couldn't laugh at all now, not only Zaki, but also the female detective who stayed alone was brutally murdered, and the heads of both of them were chopped off by those people, wanting to reward them.

Although there are a large number of seizures, this kind of thing is a slap in the face of the FBI.

(End of this chapter)