My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Boom."

Letting go, Chris fell to the ground.

"very good."

He dragged Chris to the chair and sat down again, and Ethan waved his hand to tidy up the guy's messy clothes: "About this Tian, ​​you continue to talk, I'm listening."

Seeing the smiling face of the note, Chris was still in shock.

Allowing the other party to tidy up his clothes, he swallowed and said in a panic, "Oscar only told us that there were only three notes at the scene."

"The undercover cop, we just need to shoot him to scare him away."

"As for the car following behind, just knock them unconscious and everything will go well."

"He never said there would be so many police officers."

Chris raised his handcuffed hands and said excitedly: "Believe me, we never thought of killing the police, and everyone knows what the end will be."

This guy has an extremely serious expression.

It can also be seen from his body movements that he is not lying.

But it didn't stop Ethan from continuing to trick him.

"I'm right there."

Ethan grabbed his hair and shouted sharply, "It's in the car that was hit."

"Those bullets coming, tell me you're lying."

"I'm serious." Chris bared his teeth and shouted in pain: "The plan is to scare you away, but I don't know where Tian found it. He must be too excited."

"Yes, that's right."

"Come on, they must have hit the head."

Ethan let go of his hand and wiped the guy's clothes twice.

One-handed pomade, it's disgusting.

He pinched Chris's face again: "Tell me, what conditions did Oscar offer you?"

"One hundred thousand dollars."

At this point, Chris said things like peas in a bamboo tube: "And all the harvest in the car."

"He said there was $20 in it, but we only found $[-]."

"That's a lot of money for something like this."

"Tian threatened Oscar. If he doesn't get 60, we won't hand over the evidence to him."

"That is to say." Ethan narrowed his eyes:
"Is what Oscar needs still in your hands?"

"That's right." Chris nodded: "We threatened that if Oscar didn't take out the money, we would throw the evidence at the gate of a police station."

"And then?" Irene asked quickly after hearing this:

"Did he promise to come down?"

"Yes, I agreed." Chris spread his hands and said dejectedly: "It is agreed that at twelve noon today, he will come with the money, and we will trade in an abandoned factory by the lake."

Hearing the news, Ethan and Irene exchanged glances with each other.

Both of them had happy expressions on their faces.

"The transaction is going on normally." Ethan reached out and nodded to Chris, and said sharply, "You have to cooperate with us to push things forward smoothly."

"As long as Oscar is caught, I will help you plead with the prosecutor."

"Ok, no problem."

Chris immediately nodded frantically like a chicken pecking rice.

"Take him to the cage."

Ethan said something to the one-way glass, and then opened the door of the interrogation room.

Atwater and Rusek walked out from the side, and quickly escorted Chris to the garage. He looked at his watch, and there was still 5 minutes to ten o'clock, and there was still a lot of time.

Standing in front of the whiteboard in the Chase room for a while, after Rusek and the others came up, Ethan recounted what had happened before.

"By the way, have any of us died?"

Nadia, who was behind, raised her hand cautiously and asked.

Out of curiosity just now, she ran over to listen.

"No." Erin shook her head and said softly, "This is to lie to Chris."

After speaking, she put her finger up to her mouth.

Nadia understood in seconds, shut her mouth immediately, and sighed at the same time, she didn't expect them to play such a trick when interrogating the prisoner.

With the killing of a Chicago policeman, the severity of the matter will naturally be raised to the highest level.

Many people on the road also know the seriousness of killing Tiaozi.

If they knew that Tiao Zi had been killed, many people would not be able to bear the pressure, and they would explain everything cooperatively.

The situation yesterday was messy.

Chris must also not know whether there are dead people, and Ethan used this information asymmetry to play him.

Glancing at Nadia, Ethan continued:

"There is no rush to get the evidence back now, let's use this opportunity to set up a trap for Oscar."

"As long as it is confirmed that he hired gunmen to snatch the key evidence of the case, he can be crucified directly. Whether the evidence is still useful or not is no longer important."

"I agree."

Orlinski scratched his beard: "But we have to call Horsted back first, so that Oscar can't notice that something is wrong."

"Irene called him back." Ethan immediately gave the order:
"Olinsky, Rusek, you two install bugs and location tracking on Chris, and then let him go, you can't make his accomplices suspicious."

"Follow him at the same time, and don't let him lose control."

"Others." Ethan slapped the whiteboard hard: "Ambush me in the abandoned factory building ahead of time."

"clear."

"understood."

Everyone responded.

Others went to the garage to make preparations for departure.

Ethan came to the reception hall to find Pratt. He knocked on the countertop and asked, "Where are Burgess and Roman?"

"lounge."

Pratt took off his glasses and asked quickly, "How did the interrogation go?"

If there is a major breakthrough in the person captured by the patrol, she will also have a bright face, so she will also care about this matter.

"Not bad." Ethan gave a thumbs up:

"Call the two of them over, the intelligence team will take action later, and we need backup support."

"no problem."

Pratt nodded, then picked up the phone.

By the lake, an abandoned factory building.

Here is a small abandoned industrial area.

In a small alley overgrown with weeds, several cars were parked, and a circle of people surrounded one of them, a Cadillac.

All of them were wearing bulletproof vests.

There are also various guns hanging on their bodies, which look murderous.

A gust of wind blew the map placed on the hood, and the slender fingers quickly pressed it to fix the map.

"Burgess."

Ethan swiped his fingertips and clicked on a place on the map: "You and Roman stay in this alley. After hearing the action order, drive out immediately and block the gate of the factory building."

The place he pointed to was very hidden.

Not only will it not be seen by passing vehicles, but it can also be dispatched quickly to stop those who want to escape in the factory in the shortest possible time.

Everyone looked at it and nodded.

There is no better place for a police car to ambush than this place nearby, and I don't know how Ethan chose this place all at once, Rusek attributed it to his amazing combat instinct.

In fact, they didn't know that when Ethan acted, he would habitually bring in the thinking of criminals.

He is always thinking about what he would do if it were him.

"understood."

Burgess' ponytail moved, she patted Roman on the shoulder, and the two walked towards the police car behind.

"I don't know."

As Roman walked, he asked in a low voice: "Why did the intelligence team let us participate in the arrest operation? In the previous jurisdiction, it was generally not our turn to intervene in this kind of matter."

"Maybe it's because we helped catch Chris."

Burgess buttoned his bulletproof vest and quickly made an excuse: "Sheriff Morgan wants us to exercise."

"Ok."

Roman shrugged and accepted the explanation.

Seeing the patrol car leaving, Ethan put away the drawings, and Irene, Antonio, Atwater, and Horstead were looking over eagerly.

"You two."

Ethan nodded to Antonio and Atwater with the rolled-up blueprint: "Form a team, let's go to the factory first and find a suitable place to hide."

"Eileen, you and Horstead."

"Remember, we must wait for Oscar to hand over the money before we can do anything."

"Yes."

Antonio clasped the bulletproof vest, waved and said, "As for the evidence, let's leave it alone."

"Regardless of whether the seal of the evidence bag has been opened or whether the chain of evidence has been broken, that is a matter for the State Attorney's Office to consider. As long as he hands over the money and reaches a deal, we can confirm Oscar's charges. "

"and also."

He looked at Ethan and said seriously: "If possible, try not to die."

"We need these guys to testify against Oscar, and giving him a life sentence is what we need to do."

"Understood." Ethan shrugged.

Looking around at the crowd, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go, act now."

Leaving behind a few cars, they will walk to the abandoned factory building not far away. They climb over the wall and quickly find a suitable place to hide.

"Chris and the others have already set off."

In the headset, Orlinsky's voice came: "It is driving in your direction."

"Three people, one car."

"Although they can't be seen, there is a high probability that they are carrying weapons, everyone should be careful."

Ethan broke off a grass stalk and played with it in his hand:

"Understood, you have to be careful."

At noon, the sun was so fierce that it made his forehead sweat. Diagonally opposite, the iron door of the small factory building was opened a crack.

Through the gap, Atwater could be seen poking inside.

"Antonio."

Ethan pressed the miniature microphone again: "You two step back, it's too obvious."

After the voice fell, the gap in the iron door immediately narrowed.

Atwater and Antonio took two steps back, disappearing into the darkness.

In the other direction, Irene and Horstead hid behind a large trash can, and Ethan squatted behind a pile of abandoned machines. They formed a triangle and surrounded the open space in the middle of the factory building.

The air is filled with the smell of rust.

Ethan rubbed his nose, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and waited for the party to start.

I have been squatting here for more than an hour, and my back is soaked, but there is no way, this is the job.

Ten minutes later, Ethan heard a movement.

He quickly raised his head and looked out of the wall. A puff of dust rolled up and was blown away by the lake wind.

It was clear that a car was coming.

"The target appears."

Pressing the microphone, Ethan leaned closer and whispered, "Everyone, keep quiet."

Soon, a Corolla pulled up at the factory's front door.

Chris got out of the car, and he walked to the iron gate with a pair of large pliers, and looked inside. A gust of wind blew by, and the weeds in the yard swayed from side to side.

On the surface, there is nothing unusual.

He swallowed, raised the bolt cutters in his hand, and clamped them firmly on the iron chain wrapped around the gate.

"boom."

With a strong arm, the iron chain snapped.

Chris wiped his sweat, pushed open the iron gate, and signaled the people in the car to go in.

Corolla stopped in the middle of the yard, and the two people inside got out of the car one after another. They all adjusted their clothes and put their guns in the most convenient position.

Since he dared to blackmail, of course he would not come here empty-handed.

Chris threw the pliers into the car, glanced at the sealed yellow bag inside, and pressed the pistol on his waist, leaning against the car.

It's just that his mood was a little impatient, and his fingers kept tapping the handle of the gun.

A slight tinkling sound attracted the attention of others.

"Relax."

A man with a cropped head held the TEC-9 submachine gun stuck on his belt, and said nonchalantly: "We are not fooling around for nothing, Oscar dare not do anything."

"With 60 yuan, we can just go out and play for a year or two."

"Oh, I see."

Chris wiped his sweat again and smiled stiffly.

I don't know how many guns are pointed at me now, just play, let's go to the prison to play!

I don't know if I can squat for a few years less.

Just as Chris was thinking wildly, there was another burst of smoke in the distance.

Soon, a black Mercedes slowly drove into the factory building and stopped beside them.

The door opened and five people got out.

Three were in black suits, and the other two were wearing golf shirts. The one in the head was Oscar, with a shiny forehead, and his younger brother Jacob was next to him.

As he walked around in the black suit, the submachine gun hanging under his arm was looming.

In Jacob's hand, he held a travel bag.

When they saw the bag, except for Chris, the other two looked happy.

"Tian."

With one hand in his pocket, Oscar walked up to Cun Tou: "We've been working together for so long, why do you want to break the rules?"

"Some things don't need to be said."

Tian took a step forward unceremoniously, pressed the butt of the gun and said, "You are right, we have cooperated for so long, why did you hide information from me, I killed four people."

"Sorry, my fault." Oscar raised his hands and said helplessly:
"The information I received is indeed what I told you, without any concealment."

"But forget it, let's put these things aside."

"Jacob."

He lowered his hands and waved with his fingers.

Jacob, who was standing next to him, picked up the travel bag and unzipped the zipper. Inside the bag were dense banknotes.

"$60 million."

Oscar smiled and stretched out his hand: "A penny is a lot, where are my things now?" (End of this chapter)