My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 822 Too Difficult (Two in One)

A few simple words put the white boy into a state of confusion.

He swallowed the bread in his mouth with difficulty and blinked at the guy standing in front of him.

Ethan nodded, indicating that he was serious.

The white boy smacked his mouth, his mind spinning wildly.

This is a restaurant.

There are prison guards everywhere, beating people in this place, at least a few days of confinement.

Confinement on the one hand, neurosis on the other.

Without thinking too much, he immediately made the right choice, clenched his fists, and swung lightly at the bastard in front of him, hitting Ethan's chest with his small fist.

The punch that he didn't dare to exert his strength caused him unexpected consequences.

"what!!!"

Ethan screamed, waving his arms and backed away.

By coincidence, he bumped into Atwater's back. The latter was worried about Tucker. He was suddenly startled by the collision and subconsciously swung a shot from behind.

"Boom."

A solid elbow made Ethan eat it in response.

He bared his teeth and threw himself to the other side, knocking the food off several old black tables and knocking over several people.

"Boom~"

The prisoners in the restaurant suddenly became agitated.

When the white boy started, few people noticed, but now it was obvious that several old black men were beating up a white man.

Seeing this, five or six strong white men overturned the dinner plates in their hands.

Corn kernels fly, beef patties fly.

This group of people roared and rushed towards Atwater, their fists the size of sandbags raining down.

When Atwater noticed that the person he knocked over was Ethan, he looked confused. Before he could understand what was going on, he was rushed up by a few strong men and beat him with a bang on his face. Few punches.

Disputes between black and white are the eternal theme in prisons.

Seeing several white men slamming hammers around an old black, the old blacks next to him also roared to meet him.

All of a sudden, more than a dozen NO.20 strong men in orange-red prison uniforms were punching and kicking, fighting in a mess.

The white boy looked at the scene in front of him and felt like crying.

Damn, I just waved my fist lightly, so why make such a big commotion!

The time spent in confinement is considered short, even two or three days.

"Beep beep."

As soon as the commotion became louder, Antonio immediately blew the copper whistle hastily, and at the same time drew out the baton on his waist and slapped the restless crowd: "Stop it all, get down!"

Prison guards from other directions also rushed over quickly.

The baton was swung, and it hit the flesh with a bang.

This movement was extremely spectacular.

Ethan turned those old blacks over, knocked one down with one punch, and quickly rolled around on the ground a few times to avoid the chaotic crowd.

He put his hands on the back of his head, watching the messy farce with a smile in his eyes.

His eyes swept away and he fixed on the white boy.

The latter noticed Ethan's expression, his whole body trembled, and his brain twitched.

Falk, this guy, is such a jerk.

Neuropathy! ! !
The Caucasian boy cursed in his heart, and also followed the other party's example and got down on the ground.

Confinement, just squat.

But I dare not confess this insanity, otherwise, I will not know how I will die in the future.

The inexplicable riot soon stopped.

In the restaurant area, a large group of prisoners dressed in orange-red clothes were densely packed. The plates and food were scattered all over the place, and the scene was a mess.

"I don't like to be interrupted while eating."

Parreira buckled his belt, furious: "I have always wanted to treat you bastards as human beings. In the final analysis, you are a group of beasts who don't know how to be grateful."

In the restaurant, more than a dozen prison guards surrounded them.

Some people even brought over anti-riot shields, and everyone had batons in their hands.

Panting sounds sounded from time to time.

It took them a lot of effort to subdue this group of irrational criminals just now.

"Who is being targeted."

Parreira gritted his teeth and looked at Antonio aside.

No matter what, things still have to be dealt with.

Throwing the targeted person into a protective confinement area is the easiest and most convenient way.

Those who dare to do it will clean up slowly.

"this."

Antonio waved his baton and pointed it at Ethan, then continued to move, pointed at Atwater and said, "And this, both of them are targets of attack."

"Ah."

Parreira waved: "Take these two bastards away."

Several prison guards, including Antonio, stepped forward, handcuffed Ethan and Atwater, then lifted them up and pushed them in the other direction.

"Investigate and monitor."

"I need to find out who threw the first punch," Parreira said to the others.

"Whoever it is, let him enjoy the taste of confinement."

Hearing this, the white boy's bladder became sour, and he buried his head deeply under his arm. He didn't know what the hell he saw today, it was too difficult.

During the chase, Irene stared at the screen, blinking her eyes.

A black BMW X5 quickly turned around from the street corner. The person in the car put down the sun visor, and she was wearing a mask on her chin. She slammed the pause button.

It's a big night, is there any need to dress like this?

Moreover, the hand holding the steering wheel was shining with a strange luster. If I guessed correctly, it must be wearing disposable gloves.

She pursed her lips and quickly took the pen next to her.

After transcribing the license plate number, the relevant information of the owner of the car was quickly found in the police system.

"Hank."

She turned her head and shouted to the office inside: "I found something here."

Hearing this, Hank inside and Horstead on the opposite side quickly walked to Irene's side, and the three heads looked at the computer screen together. Irene stretched out her finger and clicked on the time of the surveillance video:
"This time is not long after the incident."

"The surveillance video was captured by a police camera nearly 800 meters away from the incident site."

"And the address of the car owner is right here."

Erin raised her hand and waved the note excitedly.

"Go."

Hank patted her shoulder and motioned for her to set off with Halsted.

Having been a police officer for so many years made it hard for him to believe in coincidences.

The time is the same and the behavior is unusual.

This alone is enough for people to go and investigate.

Irene and Horstead left in a hurry and drove the gray Dodge to the address of the owner's registration information, but when they saw the surrounding street scene and heard the birdsong in their ears, their expressions were not quite right.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

Horsted unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the gray-white single-family villa next to him with frowning eyebrows: "Do the people who live here need to do that kind of thing?"

In the garden, the bonsai green plants are trimmed neatly.

This house, which costs at least 300 million, is completely different from the apartment building they imagined.

"Just take a look and you'll know."

Irene pulled out the key and opened the car door: "Maybe, this shooter is very good at making money."

"Those bastards, the money comes in much faster than us."

The two crossed the small garden together and walked up the steps. Irene looked up at the craft wall lamp on the porch, shrugged at Horsted, and reached out to ring the doorbell.

Stand aside, palms pressed to the butt of the gun.

Not long after, the front door opened with a click, and a blonde girl appeared in front of them.

Eighteen or nineteen years old, like a college girl.

The blonde girl swung her ponytail and looked at the two people standing at her door:
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Chicago police."

Erin grabbed the police badge hanging on her chest and signaled to the other party: "Let's come over."

"I even buy Karma."

The blond girl slapped her forehead and interrupted Irene: "Is it because of illegal parking?"

"I originally planned to pay the fine, but it just takes a little time. There is no need for you to tow my car away. Don't worry, I will definitely pay the money."

She turned her head and looked inside the house:

"Please, please, there is no need to let my father know about this."

After a while, it made Horsted's head hurt.

He nodded the police badge on his waist, and said helplessly, "Please read clearly, this is the Chicago police, not the employees of the detention center."

"What car are you driving?"

"BMW X5."

The blond girl blinked: "You asked me what I was driving the car for. It was towed away two days ago. Did something happen?"

"God, if my dad knew."

"Which parking lot?"

Horstead waved his hand again, stopping her from continuing to pull.

After getting the name of the trailer park, he glanced at Irene, and the two turned around at the same time, leaving the confused blonde girl behind.

"I'm calling Hank."

As Irene walked out, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket: "A car that was supposed to be in the impoundment yard wandered the streets of the South District late at night, and said there was no problem. I didn't believe it at all."

A Cadillac and a patrol car drive into a car impound.

As far as the eye can see, there are all vehicles towed because of traffic violations. Not far away, there are many cars that have been dismantled to only the outer shell, piled up in layers.

Drive along the side aisle all the way to the inside.

The Cadillac stopped in front of a bungalow. Hank pushed open the door, rubbed his boots on the ground a few times, and kicked away the stones next to him.

He took a sniff, and there was a smell of rust in the air.

The patrol car behind also stopped.

Burgess and Roman got out of the car together. They walked quickly behind Hank with solemn expressions.

Now everyone else is outside and can't come back.

Hank naturally called two patrolmen to go with him to avoid accidents.

The movement of the vehicle attracted the attention of the people inside.

A potbellied white man came out grabbing a dirty towel. When he saw two people in uniform, he paused and walked over quickly: "Officer, how can I help you?"

"I believe you can."

Hank lifted the corner of his clothes and showed his police badge: "Chicago Police Department, 21st Division."

"An illegal car in this impoundment yard appeared at the scene of the crime. We came to understand the situation."

"Is that impossible?"

The white man scratched his hair and threw the towel over his shoulders. He said puzzledly, "This is not an ordinary parking lot. This is a vehicle impoundment site. Every vehicle entering and exiting needs to go through strict registration."

"We need information on all staff."

Hank shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "And the duty record sheet for work, please provide it."

"No problem." The white man's fat neck moved:

"Please wait a moment, I'll call the manager out."

He looked at Burgess and Roman behind him, then pulled the towel and walked into the bungalow.

The few people outside stood quietly.

Burgess clasped her duty belt with both hands, and tapped her fingers quickly on it. She pursed her lips and puffed the air on her cheeks.

It was originally a good job to follow Hank to work.

But no one else in the intelligence team was there, and now it has become a chore, and there is no one to talk to, and she dare not chat with Roman next to Hank.

While shaking his head, he saw a flash of a figure in the distance.

The tall and fat body is desperately fleeing to the distance, it is the staff member just now.

"Hey!"

Burgess immediately pulled out his gun and chased after him with his legs spread: "Stop, don't run."

"Don't shoot."

Hank shouted hurriedly, cursed, and ran forward.

Ever since he got older, he now hates this kind of chase on foot the most, which makes him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Shh."

Roman's figure flashed by and quickly overtook him,
"Shet."

Hank simply stopped, waved his hand and said, "Follow left and right, be careful that the opponent has a gun."

Boots stomped on the ground, rustling.

Burgess waved his arms and swung his slender legs to run hard. Due to his size, the distance between the two was quickly closing, and the bellows-like breathing could be heard from a long distance away.

"Stop, or I'll shoot."

Although Hank has orders, it's okay to scare him.

Not only was it a threat, Burgess's gun was vaguely aimed at the opponent's feet, his finger was on the trigger, and his eyes were shining.

Influenced by Ethan, she now has more ideas of her own when doing things.

As long as he is not beaten to death and his mouth can speak, it will be fine.

Just when she was about to pull the trigger, with a swish, the white man disappeared from the shooting range. The other party took advantage of himself, got into the maze-like parts accumulation area, and began to circle around crazily inside.

"Fake."

Just two seconds away, Burgess cursed secretly, lowered his gun and continued to chase.

The white man had just run a distance in the other direction when he ran into Roman head-on. He was approaching menacingly, and the baton in his hand was shaking, scaring him to grab the piled car parts and pull them hard.

"Boom."

A pile of parts were scattered, stopping Roman in his tracks abruptly.

The man turned around sweating profusely, and continued to run to the other side. In his panic, instead of running far, he circled in circles on the spot.

Burgess was holding a pistol, followed by the sound of his heavy breathing, and quickly approached.

After turning two corners, I found the obese figure of the man.

"do not move."

She held up the gun and rushed out from behind the shelf: "Otherwise I will shoot."

"Bang Bang Bang~~~"

(End of this chapter)