My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 20 Destruction
When he chased outside the police station, the man with glasses had already rode away on a Harley motorcycle.

"Fack, that beach boy broke our tire."

Siobhan, who was following him, wanted to drive a police car to chase him, but when he saw a knife stuck in the tire, he was so angry that he swears.

Ethan only knew that these motorcycle gangs would come back for revenge, but he didn't know when they would come. He didn't like this passive feeling very much.

Ethan forcefully pulled out the dagger stabbed in the tire of Crown Victoria. The sun shone on the blade, flashing a sharp light.

While the two were changing tires, Hood and Emmett returned to the police station.

"What happened?"

Hood got out of the car in surprise. It is not uncommon for two police cars to blow tires together.

Ethan threw the dagger next to Hood's feet, making a crisp sound.

"As you can see, the motorcycle boys did not run away, but came back to take revenge."

"We only saw one of them appear." Siobhan wiped off his sweat, and then continued to twist the cross tire wrench in his hand to screw on the screw.

Hood picked up the dagger, looked at Emmett in the car and said:
"Where do you think they might be hiding?"

"I don't know, but I'll look for it now."

With a dignified face, Emmet ignited the vehicle. This was a provocation to the Banshee Town Police Department, and a response must be made.

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Siobhan threw the cross tire wrench into the box, put on his coat, and looked angry.

"That's not a good idea, you know they're after you." Hood tried to stop.

"Then I can't just wait in the police station, and I'm the only local among us, the environment is more familiar than you, maybe there will be something rewarding."

"That way, Ethan, Brock and I will maintain order at the carnival scene, and we will keep in touch." Hood saw that Siobhan had gotten into the car, and stopped stopping.

Ethan knew that the gang of motorcycle gangs would go to the Ghost Festival parade to make trouble, and Siobhan would be safer in other places. He told Emmet to be careful and continued to change the tires.

After changing the tire, Ethan called Hood, and the two drove to the scene of the Banshee Festival together.

Parking the police car in the most conspicuous place on the street, Hood leaned on the front of the car and looked around. After Ethan greeted him, he got into the crowd.

After buying a bunch of roasted chicken wings, Ethan leaned against the railing and ate every bite. Across the street, Brock was also standing in the crowd, holding a large box of popcorn, grabbing a handful and throwing it into his mouth from time to time.

At this moment, a parade of Indians wearing traditional costumes and feathers came from a distance beating their drums.

Many of them held a long bamboo pole in their hands, on which was hung a dummy with long black hair in a white dress. The Indians danced and sang to the beat of the leather drum, and the dummy on the bamboo pole also Dancing with the wind.

Without looking at the parade, Ethan ate the chicken wings in two or three bites, clapped his hands clean, and looked around the street vigilantly, not knowing where those motorcycle gangs would come from.

The parade was getting closer and closer to him, and the messy sound of leather drums made him feel extremely bored. Suddenly, there were several screams from a distance, followed by the roar of Harley motorcycles.

The screaming became louder and louder. The parade crowd and onlookers ran away in panic. Seven or eight Harley motorcycles rushed into the crowd, and the bikies beat everyone with sticks in their hands.

Seeing this, Ethan held down the railing and jumped, turning over and jumping out from inside.

There are too many people to shoot, and it is easy to accidentally injure.

Watching the crazy bikers swinging sticks through the crowd, Ethan put the gun back into the holster.

Accompanied by a cry of surprise, Ethan quickly grabbed a strap with his fingers, and pulled it back forcefully. The red-haired woman in a white shirt watched in horror as a wooden stick swept past her eyes with a strong wind. .

"Jenny? Go and hide behind." Seeing Mrs. Kendall trembling in her arms, Ethan let go of the belt, and hugged her into the guardrail with both hands.

The scene was too flustered, Ethan took a deep breath, grabbed the guardrail and stepped on the trash can.

Not far away, an orange Harley was driving in his direction. The bald driver with a thick face laughed ferociously. He grabbed a woman's hair with one hand and dragged it on the ground.

The dragged woman let out a shrill cry, clutching her hair with both hands, trying to break free.

Hood was chasing after him in the distance. Just as he was running hard, a motorcycle flashed out from behind him. With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, the man in glasses stepped up the accelerator and sped past Hood. The stick in his hand followed the trend. Swipe to Hood.

Hood was hit hard on the head and fell forward on the ground.

Ethan jumped off the trash can, bent down and quickly met the speeding orange Harley.

As the screams got closer, he seized the opportunity to fly up from the side, aiming at the bald driver as a tackle.

The two fell on the fruit stand together, the orange Harley lost control and hit the fruit stand, and the bright red apples rolled everywhere.

The woman who was being dragged was finally out of the predicament, lying on the ground with her head in her hands in horror, not daring to move.

In the panic, Ethan was elbowed heavily in the chest. After he groaned, he turned over and pressed down on the bald driver, clenched his fist and punched it hard, and several teeth flew up with a stream of blood.

The bald driver struggled to get up, but Ethan didn't give him any chance. He grabbed his head with his strong hands and pressed down on the ground a few times. After several times of intimate contact with the concrete floor, the bald driver fainted simply. past.

After handcuffing the bald driver, he hurried over to check on the dragged woman,
The woman hugged her head and breathed quickly. As soon as Ethan's hand touched her shoulder, the woman trembled all over. She saw that the clothes on her body had been worn out, and the exposed skin was dripping with blood. Grinding wounds on the concrete floor.

Ethan sighed, took off his coat twice, and put it on her.

Harley's roar gradually faded away at this time, leaving a mess, the stalls were destroyed, there were screams from the attacked people everywhere, and the celebration site was completely destroyed.

Not far away, Brock, with a livid face, walked over with a motorcycle party. Ethan looked around. Fortunately, he and Brock caught the two murderers and were able to explain something.

Otherwise, the Banshee Town Police Department will be in serious trouble.

After all the matters were dealt with, everyone returned to the police station.

"Brock, you and Emmett go to the hospital and interrogate the two motorcycle gangsters who were arrested to see if there is any useful news."

Hood pressed the ice pack on his head and continued to issue orders.

"Ethan, you escort Siobhan home."

"For God's sake, I'm a police officer with a gun, and I know what to do when something happens."

Because she wasn't at the scene when the incident happened, she felt that she couldn't help, and she was already very annoyed. When Siobhan heard Hood's words again, she felt like she was being stabbed.

"Well, you're right, Ethan, you send her back." Hood had a tough attitude.

Ethan nodded, packed his things, and was about to leave with Siobhan when Hood grabbed his arm and whispered:
"Those motorcycle gangs made such a big commotion, and they definitely won't let it go. You have to keep an eye on Siobhan, she is the main target."

"Don't worry, I know this. I'll leave the rest to you. Remember to turn on the radio today and communicate with me anytime."

Hood nodded in embarrassment, and Ethan pulled the displeased Siobhan away from the police station.

(End of this chapter)