My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 760 Red Dress Flying (Two in One)

The vehicle was speeding, and the wind howled.

As his body swayed, he felt the ends of his hair scraping on the road.

The buzzing of a police car came and went.

Looking around, the wheels are turning rapidly, the scenery on the side of the road is flying, and the nose is filled with indescribable smells.

Slowing down, Ethan turned his neck.

He leaned down through this emergency entrance and exit, just to find the bomb, and by the way, see if there is a chance to receive the bomb into the space.

Despite the risk of exposure, in hindsight it is entirely possible to argue that Payne was lying.

Now everyone knows that he is a psychopath, even if Payne defends, others will think he is completely crazy.

Soon, a little red light attracted Ethan's attention.

The red light is not far away.

About three meters behind the left front wheel, a large bundle of cylindrical explosives was installed next to the fuel tank.

There is also a small LED display on it, and the time is counting down.

Next to the display screen, strapped to an old Nokia phone.

The screen of the mobile phone is now gray and white, but at any time there will be a ringtone calling for death.

Wires of various colors piled up in a mess.

After looking carefully for a while, Ethan gritted his teeth. Although he could barely reach the position, the entire bomb was tightly fixed to the bottom beam with seven or eight cable ties, and it looked very complicated.

This completely put an end to the idea of ​​taking the bomb back into space.

When collecting objects, they cannot be connected with other large items other than themselves. Siobhan handcuffed them to the bed before, and for this reason, the handcuffs cannot be taken away alone.

The bomb was tied so tightly that he couldn't dismantle it in a short time and throw it into the space.

Glancing bitterly, Ethan turned around and sat down with both hands.

"bump."

The emergency entrance and exit were closed, and the howling wind stopped.

Facing the gazes of the passengers, Ethan twitched his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

This reaction confirmed that there was a bomb underneath.

"I even buy Karma."

Some people with poor psychological endurance covered their chests and sobbed softly.

"We're all going to die."

The woman who had been chanting this sentence just now had a louder voice, her eyes were dull, she was looking out of the window, and the person in the police car next to her was looking at her with a look of pity.

Ethan pulled the armrest and stood up, wanting to say something.

"I won't die."

The middle-aged woman followed Ethan's movements and stood up at the same time.

There was extreme panic in her eyes, and her words sounded like a roar: "I will definitely not die."

The woman swung open the window and stepped on the seat.

"No no no."

Ethan's face changed in shock, and he rushed over quickly: "Don't do anything stupid."

With a wave of his fingertips, he only caught a cloud of air.

The red skirt was flying in the air, and when it fell to the ground, a few balls of bright red were blown out.

Hands and feet were broken at weird angles.

"Boom."

The police car behind couldn't dodge it in time and rammed it head-on.

The police officers inside panicked and turned the steering wheel frantically. Affected by this, the vehicle lost control and flipped out of thin air. The vehicle rolled on the ground with a rumble, and hit another patrol car hard.

Like rolling bowling balls, the two cars slammed into a big hole in the wall on the side of the road with a bang.

Masonry exploded, and glass splashed everywhere.

In the last scene, two patrol cars rolled into a clothing store together.

The tragic scene was quickly thrown away by the bus.

"Shet."

Ethan slammed the window shut. Looking at the passengers in the car, he shouted loudly: "The current speed is more than 50 miles. Those who don't want to die can continue to jump down. I won't do anything to stop them."

"But remember to avoid the police cars and don't hurt others again."

The consequences of jumping off the car are all seen by the passengers on it, even if they are not hit by the car, it is a dead end.

And that way of death is not as pleasant as being killed by a bomb.

Those who had the same thoughts as that woman immediately dismissed the idea of ​​jumping out of the car.

Ethan took out the pistol, suppressed the depression in his heart, and shook off the empty shell casings. He took out the bullets and stuffed them into the bullet nest one by one. The people in the whole car just looked at him quietly. Straightforward action.

Close the cylinder and slip it back into the holster.

After some adjustments, his mood calmed down, and he was about to inquire about Jaber's tracking situation, when another sudden change occurred.

"Wake up."

Pratt shook the driver's head violently, snapped, and slapped him hard across the face.

The driver barely opened his eyes, but his body was twitching non-stop.

"He needs to go to the hospital."

Pratt raised his head and said nervously to Ethan, "Hurry up, he won't last long in this situation."

Although he really wanted to ask if there was a doctor on the bus, Ethan knew that people with that income level would most likely not take the bus.

He pursed his lips and quickly took out the mobile phone Payne gave him.

"The show just now was really exciting." Payne laughed, and asked playfully, "Sheriff Morgan, you call me, what's the matter, I think you should remember the rules of the game, right?"

"Don't worry, the police are raising money."

Ethan squeezed the phone hard, gritted his teeth and said, "But I think you should be very clear about the rules, and you have to make some concessions."

"The driver was injured and he needed to go to the hospital."

"I know, I know." Payne said indifferently: "You can let the driver get out of the car. If there are other people, I believe you must know the consequences."

"Don't worry, I understand." Ethan made a request and gave another reassurance:

"The money should be ready soon."

"Tell me, where do you want to hand over, or I will give your phone number to someone else and let the negotiator communicate with you."

"Fack, a negotiator." Payne became emotional:
"I don't believe those guys, they are always talking, procrastinating, just trying to fool people, and never have a correct sentence."

"How about this."

He paused there, and said angrily: "You take the driver out of the car, you are responsible for getting the money, and I will give you an address."

"Are you sure?"

Ethan said with a sneer: "You won't be afraid that I will find you and kill you."

"If you have the ability, you can talk to me." Payne said angrily: "Now it seems that you are more trustworthy, hurry up and get me the money, half an hour later, you will wait for me at the intersection on the left of Trump Tower .”

"No one can follow, you people, you can't make any small moves."

"Remember, there are more than a dozen people in the car, including your friend Pratt. Their lives are in my hands."

"When the time comes, I'll tell you what to do."

beep.

After hanging up the phone, Ethan looked at his phone, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Are you leaving?"

Annie grabbed the steering wheel nervously and looked over pitifully.

Facing everyone's eyes, Ethan put the phone back into his pocket and said in a deep voice, "The driver needs to go to the hospital, otherwise he will die, and I'm going to settle this matter."

"You don't have to worry, this is my friend, Sergeant Pratt."

"She will be with you, she will tide over this difficulty with you, don't worry, you will be fine, just follow the police car ahead."

"Come on." The Mexican worker stepped forward and extended his palm to him:

"Our lives are all in your hands."

"Just now you dared to risk your life to get in the car. It can be seen that you are a good policeman."

"We will pray, for you and for ourselves."

"Thank you." Ethan nodded and shook his hand heavily: "Don't worry, I will try my best."

He took out his mobile phone and communicated with Hank again.

Not long after, Rusek controlled the steering wheel and drove up a van quickly from behind. Antonio and Irene were waiting in the compartment. They took out a white cloth and pulled it away vigorously.

"Don't worry, I will definitely solve it."

Taking over the white-lipped driver with an afro, Ethan nodded to Pratt.

"Ok."

Pratt pursed his lips, and said into Ethan's pocket, "Payne, I don't know why you chose me, but I have no objection."

"I just hope that after you get the money, you can keep your promise."

The phone in my pocket rang, but it didn't ring.

It seems that Payne is too lazy to explain the answer to this question.

Ethan guessed why Pilates became the target of the attack. Payne just wanted to force himself into the car, play with himself, and relieve the resentment in his heart.

Payne has the most contact with Pratt, so he is naturally his No.1 choice.

As for his other friends, Ethan is really not optimistic that he can do this kind of thing. Pratt is a civil servant, it's best not to do it.

However, there is no need to say this kind of speculation.

"Be careful."

Ruzek yelled and turned the steering wheel slowly.

The van was slowly approaching under his driving, and the front door of the bus opened as Ethan signaled.

The sense of security that the van brought to Ethan at this time was much stronger than that of a sports car. At least there was a compartment, so it would not be so helpless, and it would not look so scary.

"Okay."

Seeing that the front and rear distances of the two car doors overlapped, Ethan yelled.

In front, they were all controlled by patrolmen.

Don't worry about a car popping up suddenly like just now and scratching yourself.

Hearing Ethan's voice, Rusek steadily controlled the speed of the car.

"Shh."

The afro driver flew into the air, and with the efforts of Horstead and Irene, he was firmly caught by the white cloth.

Ethan jumped forward easily and landed in the van.

He immediately grabbed the handrail and turned to look at the bus next to him.

As Rusek slowed down the speed, the bus gradually moved away. Most of the people on the bus were lying on the windows, and they looked at him with various complicated emotions.

"That shit."

Erin put the driver down and was about to speak.

"Well!"

Ethan quickly reached out his hand and covered her mouth.

"Where is the command vehicle?" He tapped his pocket and made a silent gesture: "Where's the money? How are you getting ready?"

"The chief is right behind."

Irene understood and nodded quickly: "Rusek pull over and let the ambulance follow."

"As for the money, it's ready. It's in the chief's car. Don't worry. It happened last time. This time, it's ready very quickly."

Horstead also realized something, and he quickly took out his mobile phone.

"very good."

Ethan nodded, took Horstead's cell phone, and quickly pressed his fingers: "Next, just hand over the money to me, and you continue to follow the bus."

"As long as the deal is concluded, save people immediately."

Looking at the information on the screen, Horsted nodded quickly. At the same time, Rusek slowly pulled over the vehicle and stopped.

Ethan stepped on the solid ground and took a deep breath. He escaped the threat of the bomb, but he didn't relax much in his heart. The bus in the distance weighed heavily on his heart.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out the phone that vibrated a few times just now.

"understood."

"I'm outside right now, and I'm going back right now."

"It will take a while, so try to delay it."

Seeing the text message from Jia Bo, Ethan replied OK and put away the phone.

Although Payne said that he can only pay the ransom by himself, there are still necessary arrangements. It is impossible to go alone. As long as there are conditions, of course, we must find a way to seize the initiative.

Patrol cars whizzed by one after another, covering a large area of ​​darkness.

For other street people in the city, today is a carnival day, and there are many fewer police officers on the street.

The ambulance quickly pulled away the driver with the explosive head, and the command vehicle also stopped.

After hovering for a while, the helicopter overhead landed directly on the expressway. Hank jumped off the plane covering his head and ran over quickly.

The wind from the wing's rotation shook the clothes of all the people present.

Soon, the police helicopter continued to fly.

Under the control of the pilot, the plane continued to chase the bus to help check the safety of the road.

Horsted talked to Director Perry for a few words, then pulled Han aside, quickly explained the situation that Ethan had typed just now, and asked him to make an action plan.

"Chief."

Ethan walked to the command vehicle and said to Perry, "Are you ready for the money he wants?"

"Ready."

Sitting in the explosion-proof command vehicle, Perry bent down and patted the two blue travel bags at his feet: "It's all in accordance with Payne's request, from five yuan to one hundred, in various denominations, and they are all old banknotes."

"Okay, it's important to save people."

Ethan wiped his sweat and grabbed the two heavy bags: "I'm leaving first."

"Where are you going?" Chief Perry asked while holding his bald head.

"can not say."

Ethan shrugged, and answered some knowing words: "You know, this is his request."

"Tell Payne." Director Perry's cheeks bulged. "I'll give him the money. If he dares not release the people on the bus, I'll search the entire United States and find him."

"clear."

Ethan snapped back and looked to the side. Director Perry's assistant was holding a mobile phone.

"The locator is caught in the money."

These words flashed on the phone screen.

He nodded, carrying his travel bag, and strode towards the white van next to him.

(End of this chapter)