My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 806 Police Service (Two in One)

West End.

On the quiet street, three people were walking forward cautiously with their guns raised.

According to the surveillance video, the van finally disappeared near here, surrounded by factories of all sizes.

After the intelligence team came over, they searched separately.

"Detective Dawson."

Atwater shook the flashlight and asked in a low voice, "What do you think will be in Hank's safe?"

"Please, I don't believe you are not curious."

"For a group of professional gangsters to attack the police, the contents inside must be extraordinary."

Antonio didn't speak, just checked the surrounding situation.

He has always disliked things like gossip. Although he was curious, he quickly pressed it. That kind of thing is not something he should question.

"what do you mean?"

Ruzek raised his pistol and asked Atwater: "We want to get back some things that don't belong to Hank but are his things from the gangsters?"

It's a mouthful, but the meaning is clear enough.

In private reviews, Hank is a gray policeman, and many people have discussed what he has done, but it has not been circulated publicly, and the intelligence team has naturally heard some gossip.

What the two of them meant was that they suspected that the safe contained the black money recovered by Hank.

"maybe."

When Rusek pointed it out like this, Atwater no longer concealed it: "It's just a discussion, nothing else."

Antonio turned his head and glared at Atwater.

Seeing him like this, Atwater instantly froze and shrank his neck.

Antonio looked forward and said with a straight face: "Since you have no other intentions, then don't discuss this kind of thing. You are accusing Hank, understand?"

"No need to explain."

Even looking ahead, Antonio could sense Atwater's defense, and he continued:
"We are one of our own here, and we all know you mean no harm."

"If others hear it, it will be troublesome."

"Don't forget, it's our bosses who are being attacked, robbed, kidnapped in their homes right now."

"And that boss brought you into the intelligence team with his own hands. You have to remember this." Antonio shook the flashlight and said in a muffled voice, "We don't need to think about other things."

A series of words made Atwater's face a little hot.

He nodded silently and said no more.

"Look over there."

After walking a certain distance, Rusek raised his hand and pointed to the side.

The orange flame is particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

Seeing this, the three spread their legs and ran over quickly. After turning a corner, they saw a van burning.

The license plate number on it was exactly the vehicle they were looking for.

"Shet."

Antonio stopped and cursed angrily.

Judging by the burning situation, they came ten minutes late, and the other party must have already run away.

In the small bar.

The melodious country music sounded very pleasant.

The scene was a little tense.

"Max, this little friend of yours." Even though Josie categorically denied it, Hank didn't care, and asked directly, "Where is he?"

Hearing his words, Josie scratched her mouth with her tongue.

His cheek was moved by Didiu.

It looks very rebellious.

She didn't believe that the other party was a cop, and he dared to beat a woman so openly.

"I said that."

Josie glanced at Hank: "You have found the wrong person."

After all, she turned and sat down.

With her little finger raised, she held the wine glass and took a small sip, but her slightly shaking legs revealed that her current mood was far from being as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Ok!"

Hank nodded and took two steps back.

He weighed the baseball bat in his hand, grabbed it with both arms, and swept it towards the high stool under Josie's butt.

"Boom."

The legs of the high stool were swept off in an instant.

The chair also flew aside.

With a bang, Josie fell down heavily without any precautions, lying on the ground with a muffled groan.

She took a few breaths and turned quickly.

After licking her lips, Josie leaned against the bar and watched Hank walking slowly step by step.

"Now."

Hank poked a baseball bat into her chest and looked down at her: "Do you know who I am?"

"know."

Josie swept the baseball bat, then stared at Hank: "You're a cop."

"But what do you want me for?"

"You look like this, I will go to the relevant department to complain about you."

Until now, she is still pretending to be stupid.

"I've always been a very serious person." Hank slid a baseball bat from her chest to her neck: "I don't like people playing tricks with me, I really don't like it."

"Maybe, you just know that I am a Chicago policeman from Oliver's mouth."

"But there is one thing that you definitely don't know."

The baseball bat moved to Josie's lap, and Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "I'm the deputy director of the 21st Bureau."

In her horrified gaze, the baseball is held high.

Ordinary patrolmen and plainclothes police detectives are two completely different concepts, and the chief is even more unusual.

Everyone on the road knows that a policeman can make up his mind or make trouble, and a smart person can even make a small policeman lose his job.

But detective, don't even think about it.

Those who can reach that level can't be frightened by just a few complaints, they can be killed by a lot of means, and now I have provoked a deputy director.

Seeing that the baseball bat was about to fall, Josie's chest rose and fell sharply.

"Whoa."

The sound of flushing water made Hank stop.

A curly blond man opened the toilet door and met Josie's eyes.

"Fake."

Seeing the scene in front of him, he hastily drew his pistol.

"bump."

A stick figure whizzed past, the pistol flew high and hit the wooden wall next to it, the curly-haired man's palm broke and instantly deformed.

"what!!!"

The screams followed immediately.

Olinsky took two steps forward, and with a hard slam of the baseball bat in his hand, he slammed into the curly-haired man's stomach, knocking back his screams.

"thump."

The curly man fell to his knees, curled up on the floor in pain.

"Shet, this thing is good."

Flying the pistol, Ethan happily waved the baseball bat in his hand a few times. No wonder Carl always likes to hold this ghost thing. It feels really different to hit people, full of violence.

"stop."

Josie quickly stood up and tried to dissuade him in a panic: "Stop beating him, I know what you are here for."

"I really don't know Max, I just sold him a few unique products."

"call!"

There was a whistling sound, and the stick made a semicircle and landed forcefully on Josie's knee.

"Crack it."

A clear voice sounded, and the long legs suddenly turned into a strange angle.

"damn it!!!"

Josie roared and fell to the ground in pain.

The knee was broken abruptly, and the feeling made her roll back and forth in pain, her face slapped, and dense cold sweat broke out.

"you're right."

Ethan walked over and pressed her shoulder firmly with a baseball bat, not letting her roll over: "I listen to you, I won't hit him anymore, I'll hit you."

"how?"

Seeing Josie's sweaty face and disbelief, Ethan grinned and showed his white teeth: "What kind of illusion makes you think you have the right to dissuade us?"

"If you think it's a woman, I won't do anything to you?"

"Say."

Ethan moved the baseball bat to her other knee: "If you don't tell me, you will be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

"Hey!!!"

Josie was so frightened that she trembled all over, she yelled at the curly-haired man in pain: "Tell them quickly, where are those two bastards?"

"I really don't know where they are."

She looked at Ethan again, and said hastily, "Max should have come back and given us his share."

"We waited for hours and there was no call."

The other party's eyes were cold, and she was more terrifying than all the Taoists she had ever seen. Josie just wanted to keep her other leg.

"I do not know."

The curly-haired man curled up and roared loudly: "I really don't know."

Hank winked at Orlinsky, and together they lifted the curly-haired man up and pressed him hard against the bar.

"Where is Max?"

Hank put the baseball bat aside, grabbed the nutcracker and stuck it on the fingers of the curly-haired man's intact hand: "Say!!!"

"I do not know."

The curly-haired man struggled desperately, and his words suddenly changed:

"Fake!"

As Hank twisted hard, his words were interrupted and his head banged against the bar.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, this pain is not just talking.

"I really do not know."

The curly-haired man had runny nose and tears. He felt his ring finger being pinched again. He said painfully: "Those two people have separated. I don't know their whereabouts."

"Also, why only ask me."

"That's not my idea, Shet!!!"

"Gudu."

Seeing the eyes of those three people falling on her, Josie swallowed hard and stammered, "Listen, we really don't know where those two bastards are."

"I sold the news to Max, and he brought that fellow Maggoly."

She waved her hands and said excitedly: "Maggory is a lunatic. He killed an old couple who came to visit from Philadelphia without any reason, just for 2000 yuan."

"In this case, I don't need to lie to you."

"Please."

Josie said with a trembling voice, "We really don't know."

Hank stared into her eyes, and finally believed that Josie was telling the truth. Although he regretted not being able to ask the whereabouts of the two bastards, at least he knew the name of the other person.

"I believe you."

He nodded, and broke the nutcracker with his hand.

After another crisp sound, the curly-haired man was let go. The man plopped and collapsed on the ground.

Picking up the baseball bat that was put aside, Hank walked to Josie's side.

He narrowed his eyes and asked hoarsely:
"Oliver, how much can she earn by cooperating with you, ten thousand, one hundred thousand?"

"what?"

Josie looked confused: "What does this have to do with Oliver?"

Hank didn't bother to explain. Anyway, he had already got the answer he wanted to know. Now that he could finally confirm that Oliver was not involved, he was relieved.

Otherwise, he doesn't even know what to do with Oliver.

If a person who is pregnant with his grandson deliberately calculates himself, it will make people feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"Thank you."

Hank looked at Josie and thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome."

Josie was confused, but she still replied with a forced smile.

Hank's face was expressionless, he clenched the baseball bat in his hand, and stared at Josie coldly.

"No."

Josie's eyes widened, and she cried out in horror.

The next moment, the stick swung hard.

"Crack."

The arm also snapped instantly.

Josie rolled crazily on the ground like an electric shock. Her mouth wanted to howl, but she couldn't make a sound. The light blue jeans quickly changed from the crotch to a dark color.

"Teach you a lesson."

Hank put away his stick and nodded to Josie: "First, don't cheat your friends in the future."

"Second, don't think about the police in the future."

After speaking, he dragged his baseball bat and limped outside.

Orlinski chewed the jiggle too, and turned to leave.

"Yo."

Holding the baseball bat, Ethan asked Josie with a smile, "For the sake of your good looks, do you need me to call the police?"

"Or, an ambulance?"

The two people lying on the ground did not speak.

They looked at the man in front of them in horror and shook their heads quickly.

No, nothing.

Now I just hope that these villains can leave as soon as possible.

"You people."

Ethan sighed softly, and walked out of the small bar: "If you need police services, please feel free to call the police. Of course, it is possible that my men will answer the phone."

"Woooooo."

Inside the bar, the shoulders of the two people lying on the ground shrugged.

After walking outside, he waved his hand to close the glass door, blocking the suffocated crying behind the door. Hank and Orlinski had already returned to the car.

"Om."

The phone vibrated, it was Antonio.

"Hey, did you find anyone?"

After connecting to the phone, he immediately asked.

With a two-pronged approach, maybe Antonio will receive a miraculous effect.

"Only one burned vehicle was found."

Antonio looked a little frustrated: "I'm returning to the police station, what have you gained?"

"Go back and talk."

Ethan shook his head and hung up the phone.

He looked at the phone and frowned. One of the two clues was broken. He could only hope that if he found the bearded name now, he would have a different harvest in the future.

As for Jia Bo, he also sent a message just now.

But it was too late to help, and Ethan didn't take it seriously. The other party was a big living person, and he didn't revolve around him, and he couldn't be there at any time.

Back in the car, they chatted for a few words and returned to the police station together.

Several other people also returned to the Datong room, working overtime, hoping to find clues as soon as possible.

Seeing the three people going upstairs, Irene stood up:

"Hey, what have you got?"

Not only her, but everyone turned their attention to her.

The scene in front of him made Hank seem to return to the days when he was a supervisor here. He clenched his teeth and dragged his legs to the office inside.

(End of this chapter)