My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 762
From outside to inside, the light transforms.

That feeling made people's eyes dark and slightly uncomfortable.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, Ethan curled his lips, otherwise he would be afraid of ghosts if he said anything.

Payne blasted this place, which was the room where the evidence was stored.

Rows of shelves are neatly arranged in a room of tens of square meters.

Evidence waiting to go to court and just seized, ranging from table knives to assault rifles, leaves, meatballs, and flour, will all be stored here.

In this place, you can fully feel the diversity of life in Chicago.

Payne swept past here like a tornado.

Many useless things were discarded by him.

Looking at the messy evidence on the ground, the corners of Ethan's eyes twitched. The State Attorney's Office would definitely scold her, and Payne indirectly became the reborn parents of many criminals.

The light spot on the radar is at the innermost part of the room.

When Ethan was about to touch Payne's direction, he stopped.

On the shelf next to it, there was a machete more than one meter long. This knife was packed in an evidence bag, and the blade was stained with blood.

He narrowed his eyes and picked up the machete.

Hearing Payne's busy voice inside, Ethan carefully took off the evidence bag, moved his fingers, and firmly held the handle of the knife wrapped in cloth.

"These are all mine."

With a big bag hanging on his chest, Payne was rummaging through the items on the shelves excitedly.

It was the detonator in his hand that slowed him down.

But it doesn't matter, Payne doesn't really care about it now. The dozen or so catties of flour he got just now made him a little excited.

He wouldn't be so stupid as to go over and take the money, thinking with his ass, he knew that there was already a net around there.

According to the process, there must be a locator in the money.

No matter how much money you have, you must be able to spend it.

The harvest here is not necessarily less than that over there, and the things here are guaranteed to have no means of tracking.

"Clap."

Picking up a heavy small cardboard box, the contents inside were scattered.

Payne's eyes lit up, and he quickly lifted the lid.

What caught my eye was a few packs of banknotes packed in evidence bags. Judging by the face value, most of them were fifty or one hundred. Just this one box, at least one hundred thousand.

"damn it."

Payne threw the money into the big pocket on his chest excitedly: "They owe me all the money."

"These are my pensions and I deserve them."

"Don't even think about coming in, I have a bomb on me."

Throwing all the money into his pocket, he shouted to the door again: "Don't even think about shooting. As long as I make a phone call, more than a dozen people will die with me. Don't do anything stupid."

The people in the evidence department are all marginal figures.

Usually responsible for registration and custody, these people probably have never fired a gun in their entire lives.

Payne didn't believe that the remaining people dared to do something to themselves.

Throwing the empty box aside, Payne continued to walk quickly to the next shelf. The action time was only 3 minutes. When the time came, he had to leave no matter what. In 1 minute at night, the surrounding policemen would rush over one after another.

Walking through a shelf, turning around, Payne stopped abruptly.

A familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in front of him.

In an instant, the heart stopped beating.

"Shh!"

A spatula lighted up.

The light fell like a waterfall.

On the arm holding the detonator, a blood-red line appeared at the elbow.

The forearm broke, and Ethan lunged forward to catch it firmly.

"Bah."

A mist of blood shot out from the severed arm like a fountain.

"This knife."

Ethan swung the machete, and a smear of blood splattered on the ground: "It was for the people on the bus in the morning."

"what!!!"

Only then did Payne come to his senses, screaming and stepping back.

Holding the palm of the broken arm, Ethan rushed forward, and continued to swing the machete. With a swish, Payne's other arm also fell off:

"This knife is for the person who died just now."

"Fakeyu!!!"

Payne was in so much pain that he was going crazy, and the veins on his forehead were beating wildly. He roared, "I should have blown you to death just now."

With both arms severed, he was like a fountain.

The sprayed blood mist sprayed everywhere.

"You have no chance."

A cold light flashed in Ethan's eyes, and his eyes widened angrily: "If you have the ability, detonate something for me again."

The machete in his hand swung heavily at Payne's neck.

"when."

With his strength, the blade even got stuck in the shelf next to it.

The blade vibrates with a buzz.

Payne's big head fell straight forward, and by coincidence, it fell into the big pocket on his chest.

With the remaining consciousness, he looked at the banknote in front of him.

The pension that he had been thinking about was finally fully fused with his blood.

"puff!"

The fountain shot straight up to the ceiling, drenching itself all over.

"Boom."

The headless corpse shook twice, fell heavily, and a strong smell of blood spread instantly in the evidence place.

"Tell me for your head."

Ethan spat on the ground: "I just want your head, no compromise at all."

No more bombs, no more hostage threats.

Payne is nothing more than a chicken and a dog.

Taking a deep breath of the familiar smell in the air, Ethan took out his phone, and dozens of text messages were sent one after another. He thought about calling Hank: "Hi, it's me."

"Where are you?" Hank shouted anxiously, "What happened?"

"Penn's real target is the Evidence Office." Ethan made an excuse casually: "I also thought of this inadvertently in what he said before."

"Waterfa."

In desperation, Hank shouted loudly: "There is no evidence to support it?"

"In case he doesn't get the money, in case he does detonate the bomb."

"Don't worry." Ethan interrupted Hank, and said relaxedly: "There is no chance, Payne will never have that chance."

"Notify the airport to save people."

"The time bomb is about to explode in ten minutes, hurry up."

Hank was taken aback, he waited anxiously for 10 minutes, and unexpectedly encountered such a situation, he stammered and asked:

"what do you mean?"

"Payne is dead." Ethan glanced at the corpse on the ground: "I'll wait for you at the evidence and call the bomb disposal team over."

Now that people are dead, they can be explained however they want.

Squat down and check carefully.

On Payne's chest, there was a circle of bombs tied, and his jacket pockets were also bulging.

Open it carefully, it is an old Nokia mobile phone.

It is in the dialing state, as long as you press it lightly, there will be a violent explosion at the airport.

Put the Nokia into the space at will to ensure nothing goes wrong.

It's not too late to take it out after it's settled at the airport, or else it will be a lot of fun if you accidentally touch it.

"Penn, you surrender."

Outside the door not far away, the staff of the Evidence Department shouted: "You can't escape."

(End of this chapter)