My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 759 Really Small (Two in One)

"listen."

The phone was connected, and Payne's surprised voice came from the phone.

"No, listen to me."

Ethan interrupted him, and ran his mouth full of trains: "We are rivals, but I respect you very much. You are a person with strong execution ability. I thought you were also a person who talked about credibility."

"Bombs are not enough, you have to arrange gunmen."

"Shoot as soon as you come up, Payne, don't make me look down on you."

If you let the negotiator hear it, you will definitely be surprised. I have never seen such communication with gangsters.

But Ethan has his own ideas. He thinks that a person like Payne who is now an enemy of the whole world and abandoned by the whole world must need the recognition of others.

Give the other party respect both inside and outside the words, and treat him as an opponent.

In this case, Payne shouldn't go in an extreme direction paranoidly, and he doesn't know if it will be useful, but Ethan would rather give it a try according to his own ideas.

"I didn't arrange for a shooter."

Payne explained excitedly: "Don't slander me, I'm not such a humble person."

"are you serious?"

Ethan took his cell phone and strode towards the body that fell on the ground.

Inexplicably, he actually believed what Payne said. The current initiative is in the hands of the other party, and there is no need for the other party to lie at this time.

"I swear." Payne's urgent voice continued:
"I've never seen that person before, and I wouldn't arrange such a thing. The bomb is enough, why should I waste my energy doing these things."

"Okay, what needs to be said, I have said."

"Now you hurry up and notify the police station to arrange what I want. Remember, I want old banknotes, and the amount varies."

"Dudu."

After looking at the number of the hung up phone, Ethan put the phone back into his pocket and checked the corpse on the ground. He found that there were several wads of cash stuffed in the pocket inside the jacket, about twenty to thirty thousand.

It was so careless, and he didn't know how to put it away, so he put the money into the space with a hook of his finger.

What Penn said was indeed true.

If it was really the shooter he arranged, no one would be so stupid as to bring tens of thousands of dollars to kill someone.

All this is just an unfortunate coincidence.

"Ethan."

Pratt's voice sounded, and she pressed hard on the driver's wound: "What's the situation with that person?"

"A fugitive, a wanted criminal."

Ethan stood up, shook his head and said, "Who knows, it's a damn coincidence."

"I don't like this coincidence." Although Platt is still at a loss, she still makes a judgment based on the existing situation: "The driver needs to go to the hospital. He is bleeding like this. He won't last long."

"I know." Ethan was confused, he waved his hand: "Let me think about it."

Everyone in the car was looking at him helplessly.

Even the short-haired woman who was driving looked anxiously at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Under this heavy pressure, Ethan's temples throbbed.

A few seconds later, he took out his mobile phone, walked quickly to the side of the driver's seat, squatted down and looked at the brown-haired woman: "What's your name?"

"Annie."

The brown-haired woman said her name and glanced nervously at Ethan.

"Very well, Annie."

Ethan swallowed, and said in a deep voice, "I'm very sorry about how I yelled at you just now, but things are serious now, do you know what you're doing?"

"Maintain fifty miles?"

Annie looked at the speedometer with a dry voice.

Ethan nodded and said appreciatively, "That's right, keep your speed. No matter what happens, you can only speed up, not slow down."

"But there is one thing you need to know." Annie looked over nervously again:

"My driver's license has been revoked."

"what is the reason?"

"Speeding."

"Now, that's good news."

Ethan shook his head with a smile, and tapped the screen with his fingers, but his fingertips stopped in an instant.

Damn, never seen it.

Payne's inadvertent remark just now exposed some circumstances. How could he know if the shooter had seen his cell phone in his pocket?

Inside this car, there must be his second surveillance method.

"You're a Chicago cop, right?"

Annie clutched the steering wheel tightly, with sweat on her cheeks: "I don't have any complaints about you scolding me just now, but what's the plan now?"

Seeing that Ethan didn't reply, she continued to ask:
"hello?"

"You drive the car first." Ethan came back to his senses and explained to her.

If there are too many lice and don't bite your hands, so what if you are being watched by Payne, and then send the number you just wrote down to Jaber.

There are also photos of Payne on the phone, which are also sent over.

"Find this person."

His fingers pressed quickly: "It's urgent."

Things must form a terrifying balance as quickly as possible, ensuring that there is a means to destroy the other party.

Otherwise, it would be too dangerous to only rely on the other party's will. To achieve the balance he wanted, he had to find Payne's whereabouts. It would be more reassuring to leave this task to Jaber.

As soon as he sent the message, he immediately dialed Hank's phone.

Only then did it rang, and was quickly answered by the other side: "Tell me, what's going on now?"

As expected of an old man, he knew there was a problem after hanging up the phone a few times.

"I'm on the 2525 bus." Ethan told Hank about the current location through the window, and continued: "There is also a bomb on the bus, and it will explode at eleven o'clock."

"If the speed is less than [-] mph, it will explode."

"Trying to get someone out of the car will also explode."

"Hurry up and think of a way. In addition, arrange people to clear the road, and the speed of the car cannot be slowed down."

"Finally, the old rules, $300 million."

"Old banknotes in different amounts."

"Payne, right, I got it." There was a fluttering sound from Hank's side, and he shouted loudly: "Keep on the call, it's 3 minutes, hold on."

Hank's voice became increasingly noisy, and Ethan glanced at the phone blankly.

In 3 minutes, it's not so fast to drive a Ferrari.

"Traffic jam!"

Annie yelled nervously when she saw the slow-moving vehicle ahead.

I don't know what happened again, the number of vehicles in front increased, and the cars not only slowed down, but also became densely packed in the distance.

"Auxiliary Road."

Seeing that he would be blocked if he rushed over, and he would really die, Ethan rushed forward, grabbed the steering wheel, and pulled hard.

As the bus made a sharp turn, the wheel on the right side rose into the air.

"what!!!"

After a burst of screams, the vehicle fell back heavily relying on its own tonnage, and with a bump, the entire vehicle bumped a few times.

The bus roared into the side road with the terrified passengers.

"Hurry up and arrange for someone to open the way."

Ethan wiped off his sweat and yelled into the phone: "The vehicle must maintain speed, no traffic jams, no slowing down."

"Got it, it's being arranged."

Hank also responded loudly.

The current speed of the bus is more than 50 mph, that is, more than 80 per hour, and it is turning quickly on the auxiliary road.

At the intersection, a silver Honda drove slowly.

From the rear windshield, I saw two people in the driver's seat, snoring.

"How to do how to do?"

Annie held the steering wheel with both hands and asked nervously.

"You know what to do!" Ethan turned his head and shouted at the people in the car: "Everyone hold on to the things around you, there will be an impact soon."

"Bah ah!"

Annie honked her horn frantically, but the car in front was indifferent.

"Fake!"

She gritted her teeth and stepped on the accelerator heavily.

"Boom."

The bus roared and slammed into the side of the Honda, and it was easily tossed aside like a toy car.

After swinging two laps, he crashed into a fruit stand on the side of the road with a bang.

Countless apples and pears flew all over the sky.

The wheels then ran over at high speed, leaving behind a field of rotten fruit.

"Crack."

Several apples flew in from the car door, Ethan caught one and took a bite.

Taste good and juicy.

"madman."

The driver's door of the Honda opened, and the bare-bottomed driver crawled out with limp hands and feet, yelling at the bus: "Son of the beach!!!"

"It's really small."

Annie suppressed her excitement and curled her lips.

"I'm talking about Apple." Noticing that Ethan was looking at her, Annie hurriedly explained.

"Okay."

Ethan took another bite of the fist-sized apple, and casually threw it out of the car.

Going around and going back to the city road.

There are fewer cars, but the risk is not reduced at all.

There are sidewalks and traffic lights everywhere, which is a great trouble.

"Ba ba ba."

Fortunately, after a thrilling rush through several intersections, patrol cars flashing blue lights rushed up from behind.

They surrounded the bus and rushed forward.

This movement attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

Some people rushed out one after another, picked up their mobile phones to take pictures of this rare scene, and some quickly called the news station. As long as they were one second slower than others, the loss would be nothing but money.

"Follow the patrol car."

Hank's voice rang from the phone, and he shouted loudly: "We have cleared a way for you to get out to the airport. You can circle around the airport. This is the safest way."

"Pop flop."

His voice was followed by the roar of the wings.

Ethan grabbed the gauntlet, leaned out and looked up. A police helicopter was hovering in the air.

High in the sky, Hank sat next to the cabin.

He gave Ethan a thumbs up and pointed the way forward.

Good guy, no wonder it said it will be here in 3 minutes.

It's hard to think slowly when boarding a helicopter. The previous bombing case definitely alarmed the General Administration.

In addition, another bus was under threat, and almost all available police resources were mobilized.

If it explodes again, many people will have headaches.

Hank was condescending and deployed the resources of the police station. It was indeed easier to find a suitable route, which was better than them wandering around the city like headless chickens at a speed of fifty miles.

"Woooooo."

A patrol car drove up quickly from behind.

The driver was Burgess.

She gripped the steering wheel and looked at Ethan anxiously.

With a forced smile at her, Ethan stepped back and closed the car door that had been open just now, the sound was too loud.

"Just follow them."

He turned around again and explained to Anne.

This convoy consisting of a large number of police cars and a bus drove quickly through an intersection, and the traffic in the other two directions was firmly blocked by two patrol cars, unable to move.

Now the situation is unimpeded.

Surrounded by police cars, despite the threat of bombs, Anne's mood relaxed a lot.

At least, the unexpected situation just now will not happen again.

Ethan felt something was wrong as he stepped on the space.

After stomping vigorously, several hollow voices sounded.

"EMERGENCY EXIT."

Noticing his movements, the Afro driver said weakly, "It's right under your feet."

The blood that flowed out had already stained a large area of ​​his shirt red.

His face was covered with sweat.

"Ok."

Ethan nodded and looked at Pratt: "Let me check to see if the explosives are installed under the car."

"Also, sir."

He said to the driver: "You hold on, our colleagues are thinking of a way, as long as the deal is reached, we can get out of here soon."

Not talking nonsense, he lifted the blanket off the ground.

While raising a burst of dust, I saw this emergency entrance and exit. The place is not big and can only accommodate one person to enter and exit.

Snap the handle and flip it open.

Strong winds and noises followed this entrance and exit.

From here, he could directly see the ground. As the vehicle moved forward, the concrete road was retreating rapidly. After watching it for a few seconds, he felt a little dizzy.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Pratt asked nervously: "In this situation, even if you find the bomb, it's useless."

"Don't forget, Payne can take the initiative to detonate it."

"what?"

Hearing these words, the passengers behind suddenly panicked.

Sitting in a car with a bomb in it was scary enough, but now that the other party can take the initiative to detonate it, many people can't hold back in an instant.

"I even buy Karma."

The middle-aged woman in a red dress turned pale, and she kept muttering: "We are all going to die, it's over, I'm going to die."

"Nobody dies."

Ethan looked at the woman and said loudly: "You have to stay calm, just cooperate with my work, at least you won't die today."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After speaking, he winked at Pratt.

As the reception sheriff, calming emotions is her specialty, Pratt understood instantly, she pressed the driver's wound, and quickly spoke to calm the nervousness of the passengers.

The rules of the game do not say that bombs cannot be found.

Payne would not be afraid to investigate this thing by himself, so Ethan decided to find out the situation.

He bent down, just about to get out of the car.

Two hands grabbed it firmly and pulled his jeans.

Looking back, eyes narrowed.

The man on the left, wearing dirty denim, is a Mexican laborer judging from his appearance.

On the right is a suit and leather shoes, with shiny hair.

Both of them smiled at him, and the man in the cheap suit licked his lips, gritted his teeth and said, "Although I don't know what you want to do, but we are here, don't worry, we won't let you fall."

The Mexican laborer hammered his chest, making several muffled sounds.

Although he didn't say a word, he could see what he had to say. The hand that grabbed the jeans was hard, and the calloused hand was extremely rough, looking like a steel bar.

Those who sit on the bus are all people who are running around for their lives.

These people should have a better tomorrow.

Seeing their smiles, Ethan suddenly felt that it was worth jumping into the car for these people.

Smiling back, he supported the edge of the entrance with both hands, took a deep breath and plunged down. The violent wind and waves instantly blew his hair like a pile of grass.

(End of this chapter)