My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 132
With a loud bang, the front side of the car hit the pier.

The police car was thrown into the air, turned around in the air, and fell into the river.

Bang.

The low and shallow river water exploded and the spray flew several meters high.

Ethan passed out in a whirl of dizziness.

Splashes of water fell, causing ripples, and the river flowed again, taking with it shattered glass and car plastic.

After an unknown amount of time, Ethan slowly opened his eyes in a daze.

There was a noise in my ears.

"Take Cheton up first."

"What about these two notes?"

"You watch here first, and talk later."

Ethan looked to the side, and Siobhan tilted his head to the side, with a stream of blood dripping from his forehead.

Now the whole car is turned upside down and the river is running through the roof.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, he turned his gaze, and Chelton was picked up by several people and ran towards the rear of the car.

Ethan moved various parts of his body lightly. He was fine and his movements were not restricted.

At this time, footsteps sounded, and a person came to his side.

Noticing that only one person was walking on his side, he gritted his teeth and quickly pulled out the Glock, aiming at the legs next to the window and pulling the trigger.

"Bang bang."

After the two gunshots, the person standing next to him screamed and fell to his knees in the river, looking in horror at the black muzzle of the gun inside the car window.

There was another gunshot, and the bullet directly lifted a piece of skull, and with a plop, it fell into the river with red and white objects.

"Shet."

"The note is awake."

While firing the gun, Ethan pressed the button of his seat belt and fell into the river. Then he quickly kicked off the remaining glass on the window and got out of the car.

Intensive gunshots sounded, and bullets whizzed past him.

Ethan quickly squatted down, raised his hands, and fired a few shots indiscriminately at the place where the gunshots came from, then immediately shifted to the direction of the rear of the car.

He was lucky, the few shots he fired randomly just now did not know where they hit, there was a scream, and then the sound of running away in a hurry.

After making sure there were no enemies behind him, Ethan flashed out from the rear of the car.

The two masked men in front were swinging their legs and running desperately towards the river bank, and one of them was holding his arm.

Ethan gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger desperately, the gunfire strobe.

The bullets in the magazine poured out and penetrated into the bodies of the two people who were running away.

His eyes were cold, and he shot forward unceremoniously.

As the bullet casings continued to be thrown, the two people trembled like an electric shock, blood mist exploded from their bodies, and then they fell straight down, and the river instantly turned red.

Magazine depleted.

The pistol is empty and hangs up.

At this time, the figure on the shore flickered, and the flames flickered.

It's just that the marksmanship was too poor, and it hit him in front of him, splashing water.

Ethan released the empty magazine cleanly and slapped the spare magazine into the grip.

Pull the slide, pull the trigger.

"boom."

The bullets accurately flew towards the place where the flames flashed, and blood blossomed.

"Waterfa."

"Mommy Falk, run, this cop is too aggressive."

After a few terrified shouts from the shore, the sound of car tires spinning crazily sounded.

Ethan rushed forward quickly, firing a few shots at the bank from time to time.

When he ran to the river bank, he only saw a body left on the side of the road, and the two cars in front had fled a hundred meters away.

Ethan immediately relaxed, put his hands on his knees, and stared at the fleeing car.

He touched his face with his hands, and his hands were all red.

Remembering that Siobhan still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he threw off his feet and ran down the river bank again.

Next to the overturned police car, he plopped down on his knees into the water, stretched himself into the driver's seat, and stretched his trembling fingers under Siobhan's nose.

Ethan swallowed, then slumped in the river.

He pulled himself together and holstered the Glock, but Siobhan was fine.

Ethan supported Siobhan with one hand, then unbuckled her seat belt, and carefully pulled her out of the car.

After putting her on the grass by the river, Ethan took out his cell phone and called.

Hood's voice came from the phone.

"Ethan, where have you been?"

"We were attacked by the Redbone Gang. Siobhan and I were injured. Chetton ran away. Come here quickly and call an ambulance."

After Ethan told the approximate location, he hung up the phone.

He squeezed the phone tightly, looked at the unconscious Siobhan, and swore in his heart, Cheton must die.

Putting the phone away, Ethan checked the wound on Siobhan's head.

Ethan opened the trunk, and the contents fell out one after another. He picked up the first aid kit, walked to Siobhan's side, removed the glass, sterilized her, and then simply bandaged her up.

After bandaging Siobhan, he went back to the police car and kicked at the shaky rearview mirror.

Picking up a lens in the river to take a picture of himself, there is a big gash on his forehead, the wound has stopped bleeding, but it still looks like he needs a few stitches.

It was not easy to bandage himself, so he faced the mirror and poured some disinfectant on his head reluctantly.

Throwing away the lens, he walked towards the corpse beside him.

Pull the facecloth away, it's the aborigines that's right.

Ethan didn't care about anything else, carried Siobhan to the river bank, and waited by the side of the road.

Passing by a car from time to time, I saw a town policeman with blood on his face standing next to the small bridge, smoking a cigarette with a displeased face, and the accelerator pedal was a little bit harder.

The sky has turned dark, and the cigarette butts are flickering.

Ethan took out his phone and looked at it. Half an hour had passed since he made the call.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A faint voice sounded from the side, and Ethan threw away the cigarette butt in surprise and squatted down.

Siobhan blinked his wide eyes and forced a smile.

"Great, you finally woke up."

Siobhan struggled to sit up and whispered, "You're hurt."

"I'm fine, little problem, but you've been in a coma for a long time."

Ethan smiled and helped Siobhan to sit up. At this moment, the end of the road was lit up in red and blue.

The lights kept flashing, and with the sound of sirens, three police cars drove towards him quickly.

The screeching brake sounded.

Hood, Brock and Emmet got out of the car one after another and ran towards Ethan.

"Shet, except for the time with Sanchez, I have never seen you in such a mess."

Seeing Ethan's face covered in blood, Hood exclaimed.

Ethan hugged Siobhan, who was still a little dizzy, and asked quickly:

"Where's the ambulance?"

Hood replied, "I'll be right there."

Seeing them like this, Emmet quickly pressed the radio and urged an ambulance.

After confirming that Siobhan's vital signs were fine, Hood and Brock turned on their tactical flashlights and walked down the river bank, cursing soon rang out.

It didn't take long for county and state troopers from Jefferson County, as well as ambulances, to arrive on the scene.

After seeing the four corpses placed on the side of the road by Hood and the others, they cast surprised glances at Ethan.

(End of this chapter)