My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 765 Temporary Roommate
Tavern at night.

The atmosphere is cozy and the booze is strong.

That is, when people were resting and relaxing after get off work, bursting gunshots suddenly sounded.

The gunman's face exploded before he could even fire.

Ethan pulled the trigger three times in a row, and all the bullets landed on the shooter's head. Only when the gunfire stopped, a puff of blue smoke came out from the muzzle.

The gunman fell to the ground with a crash, but he sat safely on the high stool.

The female bartender rolled her eyes and found that Ethan still had the heart to pick up the bourbon whiskey on the bar and drink it up in one gulp.

"Shet!"

"Gun, gun."

The belated drinkers yelled in horror.

The drunkenness above him was instantly cooled down.

All the people in the tavern subconsciously searched for a place to hide, and got under the table one after another. Some smart people even lay down on the ground.

"Bangdang."

The empty cup was casually thrown on the table.

"Chicago police."

Ethan got off the high stool and shouted sharply, "Everyone stay still until the danger is cleared."

Irene and Horstead quickly took out their pistols, and walked carefully towards the gunman who fell on the ground, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed firmly at that person.

Although he believed in Ethan's marksmanship, this was a necessary process.

"Squeak~"

Outside, by the curb.

The wheels of a black SUV were turning rapidly, and a puff of white smoke was blowing up on the ground. The person in the driver's seat was looking towards the door of the tavern in horror.

"There are people."

Erin yelled and rushed out of the tavern over the corpse.

While she was yelling, the car slammed and drove forward quickly.

"Bang bang bang~"

Erin spread her legs and gave chase, the Glock in her hand belching flames.

It's a pity that while running, the gun was shot and the aim was smashed. After the glass of the vehicle was smashed, the vehicle drove away crookedly.

She stopped, panting heavily.

On his forehead, sweat broke out suddenly, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

A prepared battle and an unconscious attack are completely different things. The latter is enough to make everyone's adrenal hormones secreted crazily.

"Police number 99527."

Ethan kicked away the Beretta M9 next to the shooter, grabbed the phone and looked at Horsted: "I forgot, what is this place?"

"Uh."

Horsted swallowed, and said quickly, "4292 South Emerald Avenue."

"The main station." Ethan said into the phone: "There was a firefight at 4292 South Feicui Avenue. One gangster was shot and killed. The scene has been brought under control. There are plainclothes police detectives at the scene."

"SUV."

Erin held the Glock in both hands, and walked back quickly: "Ford, black, a white man, the rear windshield was smashed, and he was fleeing north."

"I suspect it was a hit, but I can't confirm it."

Brief and concise, at this time, only the key information needs to be stated.

While speaking, she was still looking around vigilantly. No one knew if there would be a second shooter. The one who ran away just now obviously responded.

Ethan nodded and quickly repeated what Erin said.

Now the surrounding police need to come to control the scene, the ambulance must also be in place, and the escaped vehicle must be tracked by the contact station.

"Is anyone hurt?"

Horsted recovered and shouted into the tavern.

The people inside stood up one after another, shaking their heads in horror.

It didn't take long for support vehicles to arrive one after another.

The people from the intelligence team also rushed over quickly. As soon as Orinski got out of the car, Ethan pulled him aside: "The thing I asked you to arrange last time, how is it?"

"Is this done by someone who wants to offer a reward?"

Olinski saw Horsted taking notes, and immediately reacted: "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Ethan nodded:
"I asked him just now, and there are no other personal grievances recently."

Undoubtedly, the shooter was clearly aiming at Horsted, and he didn't expect to be found by the shooter when he was discussing this matter just now.

"In the morning, the word has already been released."

Orlinsky tapped his watch, frowned and said, "I have received replies, and people from several gangs have expressed their willingness to do it. This is a fat job, and many people who have been imprisoned for life are willing to do it."

"Don't worry, Oscar won't see the sun the day after tomorrow."

"But you still have to be careful these few days." Orinski shrugged: "Maybe there are some people who are not so well-informed and will continue to attack."

"understood."

Ethan patted Orlinski on the shoulder, and the two walked to the side together.

"Thank you."

Horstead was accepting Rusek's transcript. He looked at Ethan and said repeatedly, "If you hadn't come here, I don't know what would have happened."

Sweat was all over his T-shirt.

This wave of attacks also frightened him enough. He really didn't take it seriously at first, but now he found that it was really hard to guard against.

"okay."

Ethan waved his hand and said helplessly, "You don't go to the places you frequent these days, not even Molly."

"As long as you get off work, you can honestly stay at my house."

On the other side, Rusek's eyes lit up when he heard Ethan's words, and he quickly put away the notebook.

"Well, I see." Horstead nodded.

"Ethan."

Rusek found an opportunity, walked over and asked in a low voice, "I had a fight with Wendy, look, can I stay for two days too."

Come on, this is a fair.

Ethan didn't speak, just raised a middle finger at him.

Seeing this, Rusek suddenly smiled.

Looking at the busy scene, Ethan crossed his arms and his temples throbbed.

Well, have to entertain tonight.

The patrol car quickly sent news that the fleeing car had disappeared, and the scene had been dealt with. After a busy day, everything can only be discussed tomorrow.

The others left one after another, and Horstead asked Irene to escort the friend home.

Three people on the street, you look at me, I look at you.

Looking at the two temporary roommates, Ethan coughed dryly and said to Horstead, "Listen, work is work, life is life, and in private, I don't like others discussing my life."

"Don't worry, I understand." Horstead pulled a zipper on his mouth: "I'm not a big mouthed person."

"No, you don't understand."

Ethan spread his hands, smiled and shook his head: "You are too serious, you seem to have a sense of justice, I will hold a party later, if you don't like it, you can stay in the room, OK?"

"Waterfa?"

Horstead seemed to have calmed down on the surface, and he asked in disbelief: "Is this the image of me in your hearts?"

"Is it that difficult to contact?"

"Party!" Rusek's eyes lit up, and he nodded at Horsted, "Dude, you really give people this impression, as if everything you do is very serious and serious."

"No way."

Horstead was even more surprised than when he was shot just now: "This is why you don't call me what you usually do?"

"Shet, I want you two to know how crazy I was at school."

He punched Ruzek and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Haha, I don't believe it."

Rusek felt that his body was still in a state of excitement, and patted him on the back vigorously: "Don't worry, we will catch the escaped man tomorrow."

"Let's go."

Ethan took out his cell phone and walked towards the Cadillac.

A few seconds later, three cars left one after another, leaving only a tavern surrounded by a police tape.

On the ground, a pool of blood.

The pedestrians who come and go look familiar.

(End of this chapter)