My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 824 No Rights
Car Impound Yard.

After successfully asking for the information he wanted, Hank immediately called Irene and Orlinsky.

The man who wanted to make some dirty money was left to Burgess.

He got in the car and hurried back to the police station.

After being notified by Antonio and talking to the warden on the phone, he knew that there was not much time left for his own people.

The Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms may speed up the process again to avoid surprises.

Striding up to the intelligence team, Hank quickly asked:

"How about it?"

"We have nothing to gain." Olinsky shook his head and said:
"Grant didn't come out after going home last night. He has been training today and has no contact with abnormal people."

"Then let me tell you about the latest situation." Irene picked up the photo from the printer: "The staff at the vehicle impoundment site often rent out the impounded vehicles by taking advantage of their positions."

She took the photo on the whiteboard and said loudly: "There are many renters."

"Including Uma Martel."

"This guy has just been released from prison not long ago. Do you want to boldly guess which prison he is in?"

Horsted distributed the information in his hand and told the answer:

"Chicago Central Prison."

"Great."

Rusek clapped his hands hard, and finally he was able to hook the hook.

"Martel, he used to be in a robbery gang." Horsted tapped the information he had investigated in his hand, licked his lips and said:

"In the past, he was a trafficker who specialized in robbing the streets. Now his people are either dead or in jail."

"He alone cannot do what he did before."

"It seems that he should have developed a new business."

Hank looked at the whiteboard, which showed a black man with dreadlocks and a mustache.

The information in hand, and the address of this Martel.

"No need to guess, this is the shooter we are looking for." He threw the information aside, slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Put on your body armor immediately, we need to catch him."

Three cars roared and rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground.

When they came to the corner of the street, there was a sudden sound of brakes, and the people in the car pushed the door to get out of the car.

They were fully armed and looked at the houses next to them with cold faces.

Rapid, loud rap music sounded from inside the house, and could be heard from far away.

"Rusek, Orlinsky."

Hank seemed to be back in those days. He waved his arms vigorously and gave an order: "You two go to the back door and act in 20 seconds."

"receive."

Rusek nodded in response.

He shouldered a shotgun, and together with Orlinski ran quickly along the alley in the middle of the house.

The rest, needless to say.

It was a team that had cooperated many times before. Needless to say, the three of them quickly crossed the courtyard and walked up the steps together.

When the agreed time arrived, Hank reached out and knocked on the door:
"Chicago police."

The volume was also much lower than the music. If he wasn't nearby, Irene wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying.

What stands out is a perfunctory one.

Horsted swung the hammer, and with a bang, the door lock was broken.

Irene raised her assault rifle and rushed in quickly, Hank stayed behind to hold the line, Rusek and the others also broke in through the back door, the whole room was filled with deafening music, and they quickly searched on the first floor.

"Safety."

"no one."

With two yells, Hank pointed to the stairs.

Ruzek took the lead and slowly walked up the stairs with a shotgun in his hand, followed by several people behind him, aiming their guns upward.

The higher you go, the louder the music.

"Gudu."

Rusek swallowed and walked to the stairs.

Next to me, the toilet clattered.

The bathroom door opened and a brunette in a lace thong stepped out, her majestic chest heaving and about to scream.

"To shut up."

Ruzek lunged forward and pushed the woman against the wall.

His palm tightly covered the opponent's mouth: "Chicago police, don't move."

After some struggle, Rusek was a little overwhelmed.

"Is Martel in there?"

He leaned close to the woman's ear and roared in a low voice, "If you're here, nod your head, and if you're not, shake your head."

After the voice fell, the woman nodded quickly.

Rusek swallowed again and motioned for Erin to come over and take over. Her body was so hot that he really couldn't stand it.

Halsted took the lead, gun raised, down the corridor and around the corner.

Several people came to the noisiest bedroom, where the door was ajar, and a smooth man with dreadlocks was swaying his buttocks to the rhythm of the music.

The wooden door was pushed open by the muzzle of the gun, and Horstead walked in slowly.

"Waterfa, Bichi."

Martel turned around and yelled dissatisfied: "Who told you to turn off the music?"

Like the music, his voice came to a screeching halt.

The three black muzzles were facing him so firmly, which made his scalp tingle, and his eyes subconsciously glanced to the right.

Hank gritted his teeth and stepped forward, kicking up.

The hard boots were kicked out with hatred.

"Boom."

Martel flew backwards, hitting the wall hard.

"Fake."

He got up from the ground, covered his chest and roared in pain: "You have no right to do this."

"is it?"

Hank kicked him over again and yelled, "If I remember correctly, you have no right to shoot a little girl."

Sole, pressed against Martel's ribs.

As Hank rolled hard from side to side, he could hear the sound of his ribs being overwhelmed.

"Fakyu."

Martel grinned and said, "You don't have any evidence."

"is it?"

Horstead paid attention to his small movements just now, put down his gun and walked quickly to the closet on the right, rummaging through it.

Martel tried his best to control himself, but he couldn't help but look over.

"Dong dong."

Hosted curled his fingers and tapped in the closet quickly, and soon a hollow sound sounded. He excitedly turned the muzzle of his gun and hit the closet hard with the butt of the gun.

"Bang~"

The planks were split apart, revealing the mezzanine inside.

A bunch of banknotes, just put them in there.

Judging by the amount, it is about [-], which is considered a large sum of money.

In addition, there was a black pistol.

The gun was pressed against the green banknotes, with some bullets and flour scattered beside it.

Money, bullets, flour.

The sources of several evils are all alive here.

"Make a bet."

Horsted took off his sunglasses and inserted the temples into the guard of his pistol.

He picked out the pistol and snapped at Martel: "I bet your gun matches the ballistic traces of the two bullet casings found at the scene."

Looking at the shaking gun, Martel closed his eyes.

"Boom."

Hank's toes were drawn out like lightning.

Hearing muffled groans from inside, Irene quickly dragged the woman in the bathroom downstairs.

"hey-hey."

After a few minutes, Martel grinned.

The blood stained his teeth red, but his eyes were still so crazy.

"I have the ability."

He spat out a mouthful of blood beside him: "You beat me to death."

"never mind."

Orlinsky grabbed Hank and pulled him back: "The current clues are enough for us, let's contact Antonio quickly."

If the beating continues, I'm really afraid that this kid will be killed.

"Ah."

Hank panted and took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

While waiting for Antonio to answer, he was still not relieved, and waved to Rusek: "Go, get a pair of large scissors, this man is resisting arrest."

"It's normal for any accident to happen!"

　Thanks to Bai Fan Qunzhi for the reward and support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)