860 for my life
"It's not."
"You guys."
"Why is this possible?"
The club manager's face turned blue and white for a while, and after he stammered a few words, he turned into a full stomach full of grievances: "Damn, you are the police, why can you rob?" β
"Not bad, not bad."
Ethan laughed and bumped fists with Erin: "This guy isn't too stupid. β
"You can sell it."
He put away his smile, waved his hand like lightning, and slapped the other party in the face: "Why can't I rob it?" β
This slap not only stunned the club manager, but also frightened the onlookers.
Interrogation is interrogation, and few people dare to directly attack people like this.
Even Hank, who used to have to get people into iron cages before he started doing these things, how to put it, at least put on a fig leaf.
"You hit someone."
The club manager's head buzzed, and he quickly covered the corners of his mouth.
He looked shocked, he couldn't believe what he had encountered, and now he was 100% sure that this guy was definitely the bastard who dragged him to the basement last night.
"You're harmful."
Ethan had a cold face and poked his finger in front of this guy's eyes: "How many people have died on this passion, do you know?" β
"Smack."
Thinking of the Eastern European chick that night, he slapped it out again.
Erin's eyebrows twitched, shifting her gaze.
The people in the room who were observing in the back didn't know who coughed lightly, and then everyone walked out one after another, and everything was treated as if they didn't see it.
Two slaps in a row made the club manager's brain buzz.
He covered his face left and right, not daring to talk any more nonsense.
"Say it."
Ethan tilted his head and looked at him coldly: "That blue, who is behind him?" β
"I don't know."
The club manager shook his head quickly and said in horror: "I really don't know, I've never seen it." β
These slivers are terrifying.
Do things unscrupulously, and there is no need to hide it now.
He swallowed his saliva and hurriedly said:
"Listen, I'm just taking care of the business upstairs and making sure that the workshop downstairs doesn't have any problems and that the goods are shipped on time."
"As for Blue and the people behind him."
The manager spread his hands and explained again and again: "I have only seen Lan, he will give me the goods regularly, and I will be responsible for arranging people to deal with them." β
I didn't expect the other party to be able to tell the person behind it, I just wanted him to cooperate.
"You bring Lan out."
Ethan pointed at him and said in a deep voice: "Whatever excuse you make, just say that you have found the gang of robbers, and he will definitely bring someone to snatch things back." β
"It can't be."
The club manager shouted excitedly: "You don't know who Blue is, an outlaw, a real villain. β
"You're asking for my life by doing this!"
Seeing him like this, Erin was also happy.
"Otherwise."
She raised an eyebrow at Ethan: "How about we let this guy go, it's okay, just let him go back and tell Lan that it was a group of policemen who went masked in the middle of the night to rob them of their goods." β
"I don't know, the other party will believe it."
"Hmm."
Ethan shook his head and said happily: "I don't know if that Lan believes it or not." β
"All I know is that the fish in Lake Michigan will grow fatter."
There are some things that no one believes when they tell the truth.
If the club manager dares to say this, others will pull him to fill in the lake as soon as possible.
"Shet."
The club manager immediately reacted, no one would believe themselves when this kind of thing was said.
Those people will only think that this is a pretext.
Yourself will only die faster.
"Yes."
Erin clenched her fists and grinned, "Look, this guy has finally reacted." β
"Yo."
She also followed Ethan and stepped on the other's thigh:
"There is one thing that has always been clear to you, and that is that you have no choice but to cooperate with us now."
The club manager covered his face with his hands, and his eyes were complicated.
After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and looked at Ethan, "Say, what should I do?" β
As long as this guy wants to live, he can only cooperate.
"Let's start with two ice packs."
Ethan kicked his arm away and looked at the other party's red and swollen face: "You look like this, you can't go out to meet people." β
"Poof."
Erin let out a chuckle and got up and walked outside.
South District, Industrial Park.
Outside a red-brick faΓ§ade factory, a Nissan is parked, and the club manager sits in the driver's seat, looking nervously left and right.
"Dah."
Ethan lowered the window and lit a cigarette.
A puff of white smoke drifted away in the wind.
"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"
Rusek's neck scratched at the back, and then he looked at the Nissan twenty meters away.
"A couple of men sit in the car and do nothing." Ethan swept over the few people in the rearview mirror, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Which situation do you think will be easier to expose?" β
"Okay."
Rusek shrugged his shoulders and shook the assault rifle in his hand again: "But this guy is also nervous enough." β
"Could it be a problem?"
As he spoke, he pressed the headset.
Inside my ears, it was the club manager who was chattering.
"It doesn't matter."
Ethan flicked the ash of his cigarette and said indifferently, "As long as that blue comes, he won't be able to run away." β
"This guy, nervousness is also a normal reaction."
"After all, someone snatched that shipment."
Speaking of this, the two or three people behind let out a chuckle, and there was always an inexplicable sense of joy when doing this kind of thing.
This time, BFIPU only came in two vehicles.
Coupled with some other arrangements, this trap is enough to surround the opponent to death.
"Listen."
Ethan looked at the large van not far away and pressed the walkie-talkie: "The lone offenders will definitely carry heavy firepower, wait and be careful, and then start acting after hearing my command." β
"Roger."
An answer came over the intercom, and it quickly fell silent again.
A few minutes later, two cars came from a distance at a high speed, one in front of the other and the club manager's Nissan stopped, the car was full of old black, each looking fierce.
Seeing this, Ethan grabbed the walkie-talkie.
Just make sure that blue is in place, and wait for them to get out of the car, and you can start.
"Hey."
The club manager got out of the car, and he walked quickly to the window of the SUV behind him: "Blue, I've already confirmed, it was a bunch of motorcyclists who stole our things." β
"Those people are in this factory."
The motorcycle party is a pretext that Antonio came up with for the club manager.
Only those who wander around are not afraid of the solo, and anyway, they are running around the country, and after grabbing something, it is reasonable to rest for a night before leaving Chicago.
The SUV door opened, and an old black man in a brown jacket and a bucket hat stepped down.
"It took me $10,000 to get the news back."
The club manager followed closely behind the burly old black in a fisherman's hat: "You can be sure, our goods are in there." β
(End of chapter)