My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 809 What are the conditions

First make a fortune, then deliver goods to your doorstep.

This can be described as double happiness.

What happened this morning made Ethan laugh from ear to ear, regardless of whether Max was dizzy or for other purposes.

Now that you're here, don't leave.

In the gesture of his eyes, everyone in the intelligence team returned upstairs.

What happened next was predictable.

Those who don't want to participate can go upstairs, out of sight and out of sight.

It's just that Irene and Atwater didn't say a word, but followed them with their heads buried in their eyes, with such a fierce look in their eyes.

"correct."

Although his legs were weak, Max grinned and asked: "Until you catch Gregory, I need witness protection."

"Also, you have to help me intercede with the prosecutor."

"This is necessary, otherwise, I will not say a word."

"At the end of the day, I'm going to have paperwork to prove it, you know, out of an abundance of caution."

"Don't worry." Ethan patted him on the back:

"I understand."

Pulling open the garage door, walking down the small steps, and pushing hard with the palm of his hand, Max staggered forward under the surge of force, and rolled into a falling gourd.

"Keep your head off."

Ethan took out his cigarette, sat down at the table next to him, and patted the old phone book: "Use this, as long as there is no obvious injury."

"Crack."

The flames ignited the tobacco, and white mist rose.

He just shook his legs like this, watching Irene and Atwater rushing towards Max with the phone book in hand.

The next moment, fists fell like raindrops.

"No."

"You bastards, what do you want?"

There was a scream, and Marx crawled on the ground with his hands and feet, trying to escape desperately, but Atwater grabbed his ankle and pulled him back with a swipe, punching him with two bangs.

What Antonio said last night woke him up.

Hank is his own leader, even if he wants to question it, it's not his turn.

So out of guilt, he decided to make his hands black as a way of expressing some apology for what he said last night.

As for Erin, like a tigress.

Hank was beaten up, but it hurt in her heart, and it was Justin's unborn child who was threatened.

She kicked and kicked without mercy.

On the other side, Ethan, Hank, and Orlinsky just watched indifferently, listening to Max's screams.

A puff of smoke drifted over, making Ethan frown and look aside.

Orlinsky also had a cigarette in his mouth.

The cigarette butts flickered, and puffs of smoke spewed out.

The bad things he experienced seemed to have no end, and even got worse, so that Orlinski broke the ring directly.

"You better not smoke."

Ethan flicked the ash and bit the cigarette butt: "Smoking is not good for your health. You have quit for so long, don't waste all the jiggles you ate."

Faced with this persuasion, Orlinsky turned a deaf ear.

As for Hank, he also knew what happened to the old buddy. It is difficult for anyone to persuade him about such things.

Simply, he did not say a word.

Orlinsky took a deep breath of the cigarette, threw away the butt of the cigarette resentfully, and rushed forward with his fists clenched.

At this moment, he needed a punching bag.

Coincidentally, Marx came to the door on his own initiative.

Three people fought violently around one person. The movement caused smoke and dust to rise from the ground, which made Ethan gasp in amazement.

"Okay."

In the time of a cigarette, Ethan flicked the cigarette butt and stopped their movements.

Jumping off the table, he and Hank walked over.

At this moment, Marx was completely in a mess. He could only protect his head tightly just now, but now his body was in pain like a needle prick, and the feeling was piercing.

Except for Atwater, the other two are veterans.

They know where to hit without causing serious damage, but where it can hurt people to death.

The fists and kicks finally stopped. Max lay on the ground like a fish thrown ashore. He could only pant in small mouthfuls.

"How about it?"

Squatting beside him, Ethan teased Max's face sarcastically: "Is there any other condition, do you still need to intercede?"

"Documentation certificate, do you want to get a copy for you?"

"No need." Tears slipped quietly from the corners of Max's eyes: "There is no need for anything, just put me in prison."

"What do you want to ask, just ask."

Well, Ethan nodded.

Some people are just assholes, and they don't know what their situation is without a beating.

"What made you come here and turn yourself in?"

Ethan's first sentence was to satisfy his curiosity first.

"I asked my friends about it."

Max glanced at Hank who was looking at him coldly, and his body shivered: "I just found out who was kidnapped yesterday. I knew there was no chance of escape, so I just surrendered myself."

"It's better to go to prison for a few years than to be beaten to death by the police."

This kid is quite clever.

At the critical moment, he actually made him figure it out, and Ethan didn't know whether to praise him for being smart or think he was stupid.

"Gregory?"

Hank walked forward slowly, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"I don't know where he is now. We separated last night." Max swallowed and said quickly, "But we made an agreement."

"Today at three o'clock in the afternoon, Beifeng Island Park."

"At that time, someone from Gregory will come to pick him up, and the two of us will sail to Canada together."

"I thought about it, but it still didn't feel right."

Marx sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "So I came over and surrendered. Don't worry, I didn't discuss this matter with Gregory. He will definitely show up there."

Several people glanced at each other, unexpectedly they moved quite fast.

If this guy doesn't turn himself in, maybe he can really make them run away. It can only be said that Hank's past deeds scared Max.

In fact, Marx thought very clearly.

Now he has robbed a deputy director. If he wants to come back to Chicago in the future, he has to come over and surrender himself.

The money he got was not enough for him to live in Canada for the rest of his life.

Hank immediately made up his mind. He pointed to Max and said hoarsely:
"In the afternoon, you head to Beifeng Island as originally planned."

"As long as Gregory is caught, everything is easy to talk about. If you lie to us and fail to catch him, you will bear all the consequences yourself."

Marx deliberately refused, this kind of life was too unsafe.

But in the face of everyone staring at him, he had no choice but to nod with difficulty.

"Boom."

Hank's eyes flickered, he stretched out his foot like lightning, and slapped Max hard.

"Fake!"

The latter groaned and bowed like a prawn.

(End of this chapter)