My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

the next day.

On the highway, a white van was driving at a normal speed.

There was nothing unusual about the vehicle from the outside, but the driver passing by could see that the two people in the cab were wearing gray security uniforms.

The driver was a bald white man with a fierce face and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I'll tell you."

Behind the safety fence, in the trunk, a young man with a beard said excitedly: "You all don't know, I went to a strip club last night, and that papaya was really scary."

The excited man raised his head, and it was Rusek.

"I don't believe it." The white man sitting in the co-pilot grabbed his peaked cap, his eyes sparkled: "Unless, you take me there to have a look."

The white man was about the same age as Rusek, with a kind smile.

"No problem." Rusek patted the iron net, and said cheerfully: "Just tonight, let's go over and play together, and I'll treat you two to a drink."

He retracted his gaze and looked at the shelf next to him.

There are several boxes and bags scattered here and there, and I don't know what is inside.

The wheel spins and the belt flies a plastic bag.

The bag spins in the air and hangs on the rearview mirror of the car behind.

"Pop flop."

The plastic bag was scraped and shook non-stop, making people upset just looking at it.

The window was lowered, and fingers reached out to remove it.

"Repeat, the operation code name is Popcorn." Ethan withdrew his hand, grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted: "As long as Rusek says the operation code name, it means danger, and we must quickly go up to support him."

"no problem."

"receive."

The voices of Antonio, Horstead, Orlinski, and Atwater sounded one after another. Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror. The two cars were hanging far behind, ready to follow alternately at any time.

Out of the corner of her eye, Irene swayed along with the vehicle.

She held two AR15 barrels in her hands, and inside her coat was a bulletproof vest that had been worn in advance.

Once things change, there is no time for them to take their time.

So in the car, be ready to change at any time.

Since I don't know the time of the other party's action, I can only follow them since they got to work. From morning to now, they have been wandering in downtown Chicago for more than three hours, and it is almost noon.

"Wait until I change the car." Irene yawned: "I want to drive!"

After sitting in the co-pilot for so long, she was already too sleepy.

"No problem." Ethan turned on the air conditioner, turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, and pointed the air outlet in the middle in the direction of Irene: "To refresh you."

"asshole."

Irene shivered from the cold, waved her hand and punched her.

There was an intersection ahead, the red light came on, the escort van stopped, and Ethan slowly stepped on the brake.

"Boom~"

The sound of the engine sounded, and a Ford F150 rushed out roaring, aiming at the driver's seat.

"careful!"

Erin just watched this scene, and her face changed in shock.

"Fuck, come again."

This feeling was so familiar, Ethan immediately raised his hands and hugged his head tightly.

"Boom."

The Ford pickup slammed into the driver's seat of the interceptor with great momentum, the window glass was instantly shattered, and countless pieces of debris were thrown into the car and the ground beside it like raindrops.

The pickup truck knocked the body of the interceptor to one side, and then stopped charging.

The bulletproof steel interlayer on the car door withstood this wave of attacks without being too deformed.

"Popcorn, popcorn."

Inside the headset, a muffled gunshot rang out, followed by the operation code shouted by Rusek.

The dizziness from the impact quickly subsided.

"Shh."

Before the vehicle stabilized, the python revolver in the holster had already been drawn out.

The silver barrel moves quickly.

Under the sunlight, a touch of golden light slipped out.

"boom."

The bullet came out of the nest, punched a small hole in the windshield next to it, and stabbed the driver of the pickup truck hard on the forehead.

The blood mist that exploded instantly stained the glass red.

"Bang bang."

Facing the driver's position, Ethan gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again.

The python continued to move, and a look of despair flashed in the eyes of the co-pilot wearing a black hood.

He never expected that the note inside would respond so quickly.

The gunfire flashed twice, and the black hood on the co-pilot was also killed on the spot by the angry Ethan.

"Squeak~"

There was a sudden sound of brakes, and the two cars stopped abruptly in front of the escort vehicle.

Several black hoods with submachine guns got out of the car quickly.

With just one glance, Ethan recognized the weapons in their hands, the TEC-9 submachine gun, and there were a few more in his space.

"get off."

With a roar, he unbuttoned his seat belt and threw Irene down.

"Suddenly."

Several bullets pierced through the shattered windshield and slammed into the Ford Interceptor.

On the escort vehicle, Rusek heard a loud noise, which startled him.

"Car accident." The bald man in sunglasses calmly glanced at the rearview mirror, and a dozen meters behind, two cars collided.

He reached out and grabbed it to the side: "Notify the company, the record is abnormal."

These processes are the rules of their company.

Regardless of whether it is directed at them or not, as long as there is anything wrong on the road, it needs to be recorded.

"Ok, no problem."

The handsome young man on the co-pilot echoed with a smile, and drew out his pistol with a swish.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the big bald head, and the trigger was pulled.

"boom."

After a violent gunshot, his bare head drooped towards the side window.

Blood spattered and fell on Ruzek's face,

"Popcorn, popcorn."

He shouted excitedly, opened the door of the carriage and rushed out.

Hearing the gunshots behind him, Ruzek quickly rolled on the ground and pulled Glock out of his waist.

The brakes sounded, and four people got out of the car.

"Bang bang bang."

Ruzek pulled the trigger and quickly rushed towards the car parked on the side of the road. The people behind him chased him and opened fire.

His scalp tingled for a while, and he flew forward.

The whole person lay heavily on the ground and gnawed a mouthful of dust.

Erin pushed open the door, turned over and got out of the car.

She picked up the AR15, relying on the car door to fight back.

"Rusek."

Irene took advantage of the gap and yelled to him who was lying behind the vehicle: "Run!"

It was easy to get shot in that position, and Irene pulled the trigger quickly, the gun strobe, providing Rusek with cover fire.

"Fake."

Rusek mustered up his courage and fled with hands and feet.

Bullets from behind crackled on the pavement, throwing up pieces of broken brick.

There were two more rapid brakes, and the incident happened suddenly. Antonio and the others rushed to the scene with the gas pedal desperately, and fired back with guns.

Here at the crossroads, gunfire rang out.

"what!!!"

Pedestrians ran and screamed.

The people in the car curled up in horror, praying frantically, hoping that they would not be hit by stray bullets.

"Step aside."

Ethan was so overwhelmed by the shooting from the opposite side that he couldn't lift his head, and Irene took the position of the car door again. He shouted anxiously: "Back back, leave me a place to come out."

"Shet."

It was only then that Irene realized that while she was firing, she followed the vehicle as cover and retreated back.

Normally, only the position of the engine and the hub can resist the power of the bullet, but with the body as a cover, it can disturb the opponent's line of sight, and secondly, even if the bullet penetrates the body, it can reduce the lethality a little.

With a gap, Ethan quickly drilled out.

Pick up the AR15 that fell on the ground and start to join the battle.

In fact, not only Ethan and the others didn't expect so many gangsters with guns to appear, but even those gangsters didn't expect so many policemen to appear suddenly.

Moreover, the two people who were in charge of stopping them died too quickly.

The role played is negligible.

Under such circumstances, three people quickly took away the contents of the escort vehicle, beating and retreating.

"Bang bang bang."

The other two black hoods raised their submachine guns high and fired wildly in the direction of the gunshots, buying some time for the three of them.

"hurry up."

After firing a few shots, one of the black hoods broke open and cursed: "Fake, why are there so many cops?"

He turned his head tremblingly, but his body shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of bullets poured on his body, bringing up clouds of blood mist.

"Clap."

The submachine gun fell to the ground first and bounced twice.

The AR15s of Ethan and Irene spewed flames one after another, taking this guy away in a wave.

"boom!"

The engine roared, the tires rubbed like crazy.

The three people in charge of taking things took advantage of this gap, quickly got into the vehicle parked in front of the escort vehicle, and quickly fled the scene.

"Wait a moment."

The last black hood on the scene jumped up excitedly: "Wait, I haven't gotten in the car yet."

He hastily pulled the trigger while stepping back:
"You bastards, come back quickly."

"I'm not in the car yet!!!"

The bullets came from several directions, pierced into his body fiercely, and the black hood fell back heavily on the ground, and he murmured angrily, "I haven't gotten into the car yet!"

Seeing the people on the ground twitch, there was no more movement.

The people hiding behind the bunkers lowered their guns and walked out stepping on the bullet casings on the ground.

"Shet."

Seeing the vehicles going away, Ethan cursed secretly, and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "The police number 99527 is an emergency call. We have had a firefight with multiple people. Immediately send an ambulance to the intersection near 1400 West Roosevelt Road."

"Three suspects with guns fled north in a black Mustang and organized patrols to pursue them."

"There are multiple injuries here and there are plainclothes agents present."

"Got it, Sergeant Morgan." The voice of the contact desk sounded: "We will arrange it immediately."

The scene was in chaos, and the intelligence team all abandoned their cars to participate in the shootout. At this time, when they ran back to drive, the day lily was cold.

While speaking, the fleeing Mustang had disappeared from sight.

Ten minutes later, the two cars stopped quickly.

Perry and Hank got out of the car one after another. They lifted their security belts and looked at the scene with frowns.

There were bullet casings all over the ground, and blood flowed all over the place.

Glancing at the corpse that had been beaten like a hornet's nest, the two walked to the side, and Ethan was on the phone.

"what's going on?"

Seeing him hang up, Perry was the first to ask.

"Hack the escort car." Ethan put his phone in his pocket, shrugged and said, "I just asked the escort company, you will never guess how much money is in the car."

"Forty thousand dollars."

He stretched out four fingers and gestured to Hank and Perry: "It's only [-], six gunmen were dispatched, and there was one internal responder, can you believe it?"

"impossible."

Perry shook his head: "There is definitely something more important inside."

"Yes, I think so too." Hank put his hands on his hips, looking around the messy scene.

"In addition to cash, I have asked the escort company to contact the customer to ask what is inside." Ethan nodded and continued:
"As long as we know what they're really after, we'll have a clue."

"Sheriff."

Antonio walked over with his mobile phone, spread his hands and said, "The shooter doesn't have any identification documents on him."

Hank subconsciously wanted to say something, but quickly realized that it wasn't calling him.

"Fingerprints, license plate numbers?"

Ethan pressed for other information.

"The guys from the Forensic Office are collecting fingerprints and will send us the information later." Antonio nodded at Perry and Hank, and continued:
"The license plate number has been checked and it is forged."

"The chassis number has also been checked, and it matches the number of a few cars stolen in the West District a week ago."

The license plate was fake and the vehicle was stolen.

No matter who it is, it is prudent enough to do this job.

"Is anyone injured?" Hank looked at Ethan. This is what he is most concerned about now. Unexpectedly, on the third day after he left, a gun battle broke out here.

When he received the news, he and Perry drove over immediately.

It is reasonable for him to come here, after all, the intelligence team is also within the scope of his responsibility.

"No."

Ethan shook his head and said with a smile:
"However, I need another car."

Hank breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the riddled Ford Interceptor, a little dumbfounded, but it's okay, the police station doesn't have many things, only cars.

"Get this done."

Perry patted Ethan on the shoulder, turned and left.

A large-scale gun battle broke out. As the branch chief, he naturally wanted to come over to take a look at the situation.

Since his own people are fine, he still has a lot of things to deal with.

After Hank greeted several members of the intelligence team, he drove away quickly. The violent crime team was full of clues, and he couldn't be idle for a moment.

"Collect all the information on the scene."

Looking at the vehicles going away, Ethan turned around and gave orders repeatedly: "The identity of the internal response needs to be found out. I need to find out who recruited him and who assigned him a shift."

"Dead shooters, take pictures of them all."

"The photos of these four people were distributed to various sub-bureaus in the city."

He paused for a moment and continued: "These things are not something ordinary people can do. They must have been restless masters before. Maybe someone will find something."

"Received, sir."

"Understood, Sheriff."

Everyone responded one after another and dispersed. (end of this chapter)