My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 167
Out of respect for art, Ethan decided to let them go.

Hearing that the police in front of him let them go, the ponytail man breathed a sigh of relief.

Now is the development period of their careers, and every sum of money is very important to them.

"Thank you, Sergeant."

At this time, the beautiful girl with blond hair and twin ponytails happily stepped forward and hugged him.

Ethan wanted to refuse, but in order to reflect the harmonious relationship between the police and the people in the United States, he had no choice but to accept her hug with open arms.

Looking at the Toyota commercial vehicle going away, Ethan recalled the flexibility, holding a disc in his hand, which was their work, a gift from the man with ponytail to express his gratitude.

He smiled while holding the disc, turned around and got into the car to continue patrolling.

At night, Banshee Town Police Station.

Ethan and Siobhan were on night shift at the police station tonight. With nothing to do, Ethan picked up a blank piece of paper and drew backgammon with her.

After losing three games in a row, Siobhan has already started gnashing his teeth.

Ethan chased after the victory, and when he was about to win the fourth round, the landline next to him rang.

"Hello, Banshee Town Police Department."

Siobhan immediately rolled up the paper and threw it into the trash can, and quickly answered the phone.

Ethan reluctantly threw the pen back into the pen holder and stood up.

"Okay, got it, we'll be there right away." Siobhan hung up the receiver.

Ethan had already put on his coat and buckled his duty belt to his waist.

When the duty belt is in the police station, they usually take it off. There are so many things on the belt, and it is not a small burden to wear it for a day.

Siobhan picked up his duty belt and said to Ethan, "We received an alarm. Someone heard a quarrel in a neighbor's house."

Ethan nodded, and the two walked out of the police station together.

This is what they most often encounter when they are working, such as traffic violations, noise disturbance, and neighbor conflicts.

A few minutes later, the police car came to a community.

Siobhan slowed down, and Ethan lowered the window and looked out.

At this time, there was silence outside the community, and no sound of dispute was heard.

Could it be that someone reported a false case? He looked around suspiciously.

"boom."

A crisp gunshot came from not far ahead, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scream, and Ethan quickly reached out to turn on the police lights and siren.

Siobhan also slammed on the accelerator, and the Chevrolet SUV sped forward.

"Shet, there's a note."

"Run."

There were panicked shouts and footsteps.

The car drove forward quickly for tens of meters, and Ethan saw a man screaming while clutching his thigh in front of the garage of a house.

Further inside, three men in hoodies were sprinting toward the backyard.

Seeing this, Siobhan quickly grabbed the phone.

"Emmett, there's fire, there's fire."

"There are people injured at the scene, come to help, need an ambulance."

As soon as the Chevrolet SUV stopped, Ethan pulled out the Glock and quickly chased after the fleeing people with both legs.

"Go and see the injured man."

Siobhan stopped and ran to the garage.

A native Indian man with long black hair fell to the ground, and he was grabbing his thighs with both hands.

Looking at the blood flowing on the ground, Siobhan quickly took out the tourniquet from his belt.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"What do you think?" The aborigine was sweating profusely and said through gritted teeth.

"Hold on, I've already called an ambulance."

Siobhan pulled the tourniquet tighter, and heard a whimper from beside him.

She suddenly looked up into the garage, where a white woman and a little girl were tied up.

Their mouths were sealed with tape, and tears kept flowing from their eyes.

She ran over in a hurry, untied the rope frantically, and looked worriedly in the direction Ethan was chasing.

Ethan was running across the backyard, running forward quickly, his boots stepped on the lawn, making a dull sound.

"Stop or I'll shoot."

Of the three people who fled in front, two of them had already jumped over the wooden fence and ran to the backyard of another family.

The man who fell last was riding on the wooden fence.

Hearing the shouts coming from behind, he quickly turned around and raised his arms at the same time.

Seeing this, Ethan took the lead in shooting.

"boom."

The bullet pierced into the eye socket, and blood burst out.

The man in the hood riding on the wooden fence wobbled and fell to the lawn.

Ethan didn't stop, and quickly ran to the wooden fence, using his arms hard, and quickly jumped over it.

At this time, screams came from ahead.

He walked quickly along the lawn, pistol in hand.

By the pool, a woman in a black bikini is held hostage in front of a hooded man.

Ethan's pupils contracted, and the kidnapped woman was Kate Moody.

Her mouth was covered, and she looked at Ethan in horror.

A dark pistol was pressed against her chin, and the man standing behind her shouted.

"do not come."

He stopped quickly, and the two sides were separated by a distance of more than ten meters.

Ethan slowed down his breathing calmly, raised his pistol at the same time, and roared loudly:

"Let her go or I'll shoot you."

"Fakeyu, you're dead." The man who kidnapped Kate emerged from behind Katie, showing a ferocious face.

He waved the gun in his hand, and shouted with saliva:

"Put down the gun, or I'll kill this bitch."

"boom"

At this distance, Ethan could easily hit even a small bottle of soda can, not to mention his huge forehead. What he was waiting for was that the man's muzzle would move away from Kate's chin.

The moment the gunshot rang, the head of the man standing behind Kate suddenly froze, and his eyes instantly lost their luster.

At this time, two dogs barked from the house behind Kate, and there was a frenzied biting sound.

"what..."

There was a scream, and there was a curse, "You bastard, let go."

"Bang bang bang."

"Baby." Kate's face changed drastically, she yelled, picked up the gun that fell on the ground, and rushed into the house.

"No."

Ethan stopped loudly and hurriedly followed.

Kate didn't care about it, and directly opened the back door and rushed into the house, followed by a series of gunshots like firecrackers.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, quickly walked across the swimming pool, and kicked open the back door.

At this time, the movement in the house had stopped.

A white man was slumped on the edge of the cabinet with his eyes blank, with blood on his chest.

Between his legs was a German black back that had its head blown off.

Kate was also leaning against the stairs at this time, choking on blood in her mouth, and she was shot several times under her chest, bloody and bloody.

She struggled to raise the gun, a small pistol was so heavy at this moment.

After exhausting all her strength, she barely pointed the pistol at the white man again.

"Fakeyu, you dare to kill my dog."

"boom."

With the last of her strength, Kate pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out, hitting the white man in the head.

She also lowered her arms, her head limply tilted to the other side, completely lifeless.

Ethan scratched his head, reluctantly slipped the Glock back into the holster.

(End of this chapter)