My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 176 Abandoned Automobile Processing Plant

When Ethan returned to the police station, Hood and the others were already ready to go.

He parked the car, opened the trunk and threw all the small things inside into the space, then walked to the side, opened the rear door of Crown Victoria and sat in.

In order not to attract the attention of Proctor's eyes and ears, he, Hood, Emmett, and Brock went to the abandoned car processing plant in a car.

The rear row of the police car is extremely narrow, and when a person of normal size sits in, his knees will touch the back of the front seat.

Of course, his body size is fine, Brock can only sit sideways, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

After driving for more than ten minutes, we arrived at our destination.

There are abandoned vehicles all around, layer upon layer, and all valuable things have been taken out.

There was a harsh grinding sound ahead, Hood took the lead, and the four of them walked along the piled up car shells on both sides.

After walking more than 100 meters, I came to a work shed.

Inside the work shed, a man wearing a white vest was standing behind the lifting table. He was using a handheld angle grinder to cut a red car that was rising into the air, and sparks were flying everywhere.

Standing next to the workbench were two white men, one in a white T-shirt and with thick black hair.

The other man was wearing a black vest, with a big bald head and an unusually burly figure.

On their bodies, where the clothes did not cover, they were all tattooed with all kinds of ** tattoos, and the swastikas were particularly conspicuous.

Hood and Brock glanced at each other, this is the right place.

The three white men noticed the person in front of them and stopped what they were doing. The scene was suddenly quiet, only the sound of boots on the ground gradually approaching.

Ethan walked forward unhurriedly. The few of them had a tacit understanding and spread out slowly, forming a half circle around the work shed.

After only a few meters away from the work shed, Ethan and the others stopped.

Hood took two steps forward and raised his arm in greeting.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"I'm looking for Matt Sharp, does any of you know where he is?"

The two people standing next to the workbench both took a step forward and glanced at the policemen unkindly, especially when they saw Emmet, their eyes were full of disgust.

The man behind holding the angle grinder put the tool aside casually.

He took off his protective mask, revealing his bald head and the two lightning bolts tattooed on his neck.

"I'm Matt Sharp."

Sharp took off his gloves, slapped them on his thighs a few times, and looked at the badge on Hood's chest.

Hood crossed his arms and said, "I have something I want to talk to you about, is it convenient?"

"I'm a bit busy, Sheriff."

Sharp walked over from under the car with his head down, and said seriously:

"I don't know if you read the newspaper. The economy is very depressed recently, and the unemployment rate is as high as nine percent."

Sharp supported the dangling tire, "I don't think you will delay the work of hard-working people and prevent them from supporting their families, right?"

This vicious tattoo, paired with such words, made the corners of Ethan's lips rise. He asked the man in the black vest standing opposite him:

"Silly man, have you guys always talked this funny?"

A head taller than him, the bald man in a black vest took a deep breath on the cigarette in his hand, and stared at Ethan viciously.

Hood also sneered, "Diligent and honest people, of course I won't delay their work. As for people like you, forget it."

Sharp's face darkened, he scratched his nose, his eyes wandered around.

"Listen, we're just here to ask you a few questions, and we'll leave immediately after we're done."

Brock looked at the muscular appearance of the opponents, and quickly smoothed things over.

At this time, the only person with hair on the opposite side reached out and grabbed the large wrench on the workbench beside him.

He tapped the palm of his hand with the wrench, staring at Emmett like a viper.

"I suggest you put that thing down immediately."

Emmett took a step forward, meeting his gaze without fear.

The man with hair gripped the wrench even tighter, the swastika at the corner of his eye twitched slightly, he sniffed and said:
"Big black man, you became a cop because of affirmative action, right?"

The burly man in a black vest standing beside him also stepped forward, flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, and dropped it at Emmett's feet, splashing a cloud of sparks.

"I don't know what it's like to sit in the front seat from the back seat of a police car. I think you should enjoy it?"

The preferential measures used by the affirmative action to take care of minorities and vulnerable groups, in simple terms, means that in most positions, a part needs to be allocated to minorities as compensation and fairness.

The back seat of the police car is the seat of criminals. Objectively speaking, most of the people sitting in the back seat are of African descent.

One of these two people mocked Emmett for not being able to work, and the other ridiculed Emmett for his skin color.

"You're right, it's really enjoyable."

Emmet stared blankly at the strong man in the black vest, clasped his belt tightly with both hands and said:
"But I think I'd enjoy it more if I could get the boots printed on your ass."

"Why do I think this is a good idea?" Ethan put his hand on the handle of the gun down and stretched his arms.

"Oh, little boy, what are you trying to do?" The burly man in the black vest looked at Ethan with disdain.

Sharp came out from under the lifting platform, he raised his eyebrows and said:

"Da Hei, don't take it to heart, this is not aimed at you alone."

"Mexicans, Asians, blacks, Jews, gays, whoever walks up to us in that uniform makes us sick."

"I remember you." The man in the white T-shirt waved at Emmett with a wrench, with a smile on his face.

"You used to be on the college football team, a running back, a man of the moment, why didn't you continue to play football?"

The man in the black vest walked up to Emmett and said with a sneer on his face:

"I think it's not that he doesn't want to continue beating, but that others found black people running fast after stealing things everywhere."

After speaking, the two of them burst out laughing.

Faced with this humiliation, Emmet straightened his back and just stared at the two of them expressionlessly.

"Emmet, calm down."

Brock saw Emmett shaking his hands slightly, and quickly said to him.

"Don't worry, I'm calm." Emmet let go of his clenched fist.

"It's okay, you don't need to calm down, you can do whatever you want." Hood was very happy to see the white supremacists in front of him suffer a little.

"Verbal taunts are not in self-defense protocol, Sheriff."

"Threats to life are counted. These little white trash are not enough of a threat to me."

Emmett said sarcastically.

He just wanted to piss off a few white supremacists. As long as these people do it first, they can use their means to ask for what they want.

(End of this chapter)