My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 206 C4
In the morning, Ethan stopped the car outside the police station.

He whistled and walked towards the Miles restaurant, the morning air was especially refreshing.

Pushing open the glass door, the restaurant is always busy in the morning, almost full of people having breakfast.

He sat down at a random place, and took out his mobile phone to read the news.

"What do you want?"

"Give me some pancakes, thank you."

Ethan put down his phone, and was stunned when he looked up: "Carly?"

This Carly is not the one she met when she went camping with Dahlia, but Hood's old lover.

Wearing the waitress uniform of Miles Restaurant, she stood in front of Ethan with a tired face.

Carly shrugged: "Long time no see, Ethan."

"It's been a long time. When did you come to work here?"

Ethan saw Carly for the first time since she was in prison,

"This is my first day." Carly poked the small book with a pen: "Do you need anything else?"

"Pancakes are fine, thank you."

Seeing her turn and leave, Ethan curled his lips and picked up the phone again.

This is also a restless master. It is estimated that it is expedient to come to Miles restaurant as a waiter.

After breakfast, go back to the police station.

I haven't seen you for a few days, it's still the same, the town police station hasn't changed.

It was Brock who stared at his dark circles in amazement. After all, since Ethan arrived at the Banshee Town Police Station, he had never seen him look so exhausted.

Ethan gave him the middle finger as usual, and then put the sunglasses he snatched from Jaber on his face.

When he came to the sheriff's office, Ethan closed the door and put the small box in his hand on Hood's desk: "Jab asked me to bring it to you. He said it would be safer to put it here."

"Thank God, it counts."

Hood put down the coffee, stood up quickly and opened the box.

Ethan also looked at it curiously. Jabo looked mysterious and told himself not to open it, not knowing what was inside.

Inside the box, there were four palm-sized pieces that looked like plasticine.

Hood picked up a piece of plasticine with a smile, weighed it in his hand, and threw it to Ethan.

He took it in his hand, squeezed it, and the feel was similar to plasticine:

"What is this?"

Hood glanced outside and said casually:

"C4."

Ethan's hand holding the plasticine froze, his neck raised stiffly, "Is it the C4 I understand?"

"Yes."

"Shet."

Ethan shook his hand, and the piece of plasticine he was holding almost fell off, and he caught it in a hurry.

That bastard, Jia Bo, actually let himself bring a box of explosives home, and brought them to the police station, without telling him what it was, and he was not afraid that the police station would be blown up.

Hood shook his head: "Relax, this is C4."

"Yes, what you said makes sense." Ethan cursed in a low voice: "This is explosives, how can you let me relax."

Seeing his cautious look, Hood reached out and grabbed the C4 in his hand, and threw it into the box. When the plasticine fell, Ethan resisted the urge to run away.

Hood said with a smile: "C4 is different from ordinary explosives. If you don't need a detonator to detonate it, you can burn it directly."

Seeing that Hood closed the small box in a nonchalant manner and stuffed it into the desk drawer, Ethan believed what he said.

Ethan wiped his sweat, "Why did Jabo bring these ghosts to Banshee Town?"

"I asked him to bring it." Hood said with a smile on his face:

"It's almost time now, and it's time to find something for Proctor to do."

Ethan scratched his head: "You mean the Red Brick Factory?"

"Yes."

Hood crossed his legs: "They have almost figured out the rules of their shipments. After two more days, I will send his den to the sky."

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Ethan waved his hand: "I'm on patrol."

In the afternoon, while he was driving around, the radio rang: "Someone help me, I'm in the Haveshaw area."

Brock's angry voice came from inside, accompanied by the whistling of police lights.

The Haveshaw area is on the outskirts of the town, where there are mostly flat farms and straight country roads, and Proctor's den is there.

Ethan was nearby at this time, he turned the steering wheel, and the car roared and drove forward.

"I'm here, what's the goal?"

Brock was distraught: "A yellow off-road motorcycle, the rider was wearing a motorcycle suit, wearing a helmet, no physical characteristics, suspected of high-speed dangerous driving."

Ethan drove quickly along the country road, his eyes scanning around.

"Yellow off-road motorcycle?" Emmett's voice also came out: "Is that bastard provoking you?"

"How do you know?" Brock replied.

"I also met that bastard two days ago, I'm coming here now." Emmett was rarely angry when he spoke.

"What did he do?"

Ethan grabbed the radio. There were not many things that could make Emmett, an honest man, angry.

"You'll find out later."

Brock replied with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"I saw him."

Ethan's eyes were sharp, and he noticed a yellow off-road motorcycle speeding up from the opposite lane.

The motorcyclist shook his helmet provocatively at him, and Ethan radioed his location and pressed the button for the siren and light.

With the cooperation of his hands and feet, Crown Victoria swayed the body quickly.

After a violent shaking, the police car quickly turned around and chased forward.

After chasing for a few minutes, when he came to a fork in the road, the motorcyclist slowed down and pulled over.

"I've caught him, it's easy."

Ethan picked up the radio and said something, parked the police car behind the motorcycle, held Glock to push the door open.

"Sir, please turn off the engine and get out of the car..."

Before he finished speaking, the motorcyclist frantically twisted the accelerator, the body swung, and a few puffs of smoke and dust spewed out from the exhaust pipe, and rushed towards the side road.

"Shet."

Ethan finally understood why Emmett was so aggressive, he quickly got back into the car, gritted his teeth and chased forward.

There are some people who take pleasure in teasing law enforcement officers, and now he, like Brock and Emmet, has become the object of being teased.

"What's the matter?" Brock's gloating voice came.

Ethan picked up the radio and replied, "Fuck, that's a jerk."

There was a burst of joyful laughter in the channel, and Siobhan joined in: "Guys, do you need my help?"

"No, it can be done."

Ethan put down the radio, grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and got closer and closer to the driver in front.

It's just that the driver knew very well what they could and couldn't do, and he even looked back at Ethan.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, wishing he could hit the accelerator.

However, the high-speed stop is expressly forbidden to hit the motorcycle, so he can only follow the motorcyclist in front.

　Thank you for giving me a bottle of 86-year-old Lafite, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)