My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 210
Their move also caught the people outside by surprise. Those who dared to take the lead were all shot to death under the fierce firepower.

The red brick factory quickly became quiet, only the chaotic footsteps of the four of them could be heard.

Ethan didn't relax his vigilance, and took the lead to run quickly outside the gate. Under Jaber's command, several people all jumped into the ditch beside the road.

Jia Bo took out his mobile phone, his eyes under the hood narrowed with a smile:

"Boom."

"Mother Falk."

At the same time as the voice fell, he hit the virtual button on the screen.

The three guards bent their legs and bent down.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound.

"Waterfa?"

Ethan stood up straight, only seeing the flames he let out in the distance.

Jia Bo poked the phone screen a few times in doubt: "No, it's obviously set up."

After a while of busy work, Candy was out of breath: "It seems that the fuse is still safe, right?"

"Fuck off."

Jabo wanted to climb up the ditch, but Ethan grabbed him back: "You're crazy, you've already been aroused, don't care about it, let's go."

"Boom."

There was a loud bang, and the fire blazed into the sky.

The explosion made Ethan's scalp tingle, and he quickly threw Jabo down.

The next moment, there were crackling sounds all around, and broken bricks were scattered everywhere.

They were 50 meters away from the factory building in a straight line. They didn't expect that they were still within the range of the explosion. Hearing the heavy object falling on the ground with a bang, Ethan tried his best to protect his head.

Fortunately, they had the foresight to hide in the ditch beside the road.

"Anyone hurt?"

When the movement disappeared, Hood got up and shouted loudly.

Candy picked out her ears through the hood and looked forward: "Shet, I thought our plan was to blow up Proctor's independence den, not to open a hole in the earth."

The factory building just now was basically blown up, the flames were so high, and thick smoke billowed out.

Jia Bo looked at his masterpiece and laughed loudly: "I have to admit, it's really cool to do this kind of thing."

Candy is still digging his ears: "What are you talking about? I can't hear clearly."

"Let's go." Ethan patted the dust off his body.

After confirming that no one was injured, they fled the scene quickly regardless of the intensified fire in the factory building.

Changed into a Dodge Challenger at the Davis Bar, and as soon as I got home, Alma called: "Ethan, are you asleep?"

Ethan knowingly asked, "I'm taking a shower, what's the matter?"

"A report has been made of an explosion at Haveshaw's red brick factory and a fire at the site. I have notified the Sheriff."

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

He hung up the phone and put the phone aside.

Ethan did not lie to Alma, hurriedly washed off the smell of gunpowder smoke on his body, changed into his uniform, and drove towards the red brick factory in Crown Victoria.

When we got here, the fire was still burning.

Two police cars were parked at the gate of the red brick factory, flashing red and blue lights.

After Ethan stopped the car, Siobhan and Emmet walked out carefully with weapons in hand.

Seeing that it was Ethan, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Emmet and I went in and looked around. Guns, bodies, shell casings, flames, everything you saw." Siobhan put the pistol away.

Everyone in their police station knew who this place was, Ethan deliberately pretended to be stupid and asked:
"Who did Proctor offend?"

"Who knows."

Emmett put the pistol back in the holster: "Everyone in it is dead."

"The more such people die, the better." Siobhan walked to the side of the police car, leaning on the car and continued:

"Alma has notified the fire brigade and ambulance, and waited for them to deal with it first."

If the house of a commoner is burned, if you meet someone who is enthusiastic, you may find a way to help put out the fire. This kind of place looks good, and it is not my job content.

Ethan took out a cigarette to distribute, flipped his palm, and took out a lighter from the space.

The three of them leaned against the police car, smoking cigarettes comfortably, their faces flushed by the firelight. .

When the sky was dark, the fire at the scene was finally extinguished by firefighters, and all the corpses that could be found were collected and taken away.

After investigation by the town police and the county police, Hood and the sheriff of the county police unanimously concluded that this was a vendetta between drug dealers.

There was no one alive at the scene, and the flames swallowed all the evidence, and there was not even a person to report the crime.

For this kind of case, under the suggestion of the county police sheriff, Hood readily agreed to suppress the case. No one wants to come to a bunch of federal departments to dictate their work.

Anyway, the ones who die are either gang members or drug dealers, and the law enforcement officers don't care if they fight, as long as ordinary people are not involved, the more deaths the better.

Ethan packed his things and left the scene.

After driving a few hundred meters forward, I saw a Mercedes-Benz parked beside the river embankment, and a white woman with long flowing hair was standing in front of the car, looking at the explosion site.

He immediately turned the steering wheel and drove the police car over.

People who were watching the scene of the explosion noticed the police car coming towards her and hurried down the embankment.

Ethan parked the police car behind the Mercedes-Benz and opened the door.

He glanced at the brand new vehicle, then adjusted his belt and walked down the embankment.

Ethan coughed: "First of all, no one will go fishing in a Chanel dress."

"Secondly, you are playing Lure, can you put the fake bait on it first?"

The Caucasian woman standing by the small river glanced at the fishing rod in her hand, and turned the fishing reel with a smile: "I don't know how to use it either, it was taken out of the utility room."

Ethan took two steps closer and said loudly, "Long time no see, Rebecca."

It has indeed been a long time since she rescued her brother Solomon, and the two have not had any contact.

Rebecca threw the fishing rod aside, fiddled with her hair, and asked, "Can you tell me what happened over there?"

"Corps, guns, explosions, there's nothing to talk about, what are you asking about?"

"You know I can't tell."

"Is it your uncle's place?"

Rebecca remained silent, fiddling with the rod with her feet.

This is no longer the Amish girl who was playful and curious about the colorful world outside.

Ethan shook his head: "Sorry, you know there are some things I can't say."

Rebecca looked at him for a while, her eyes turned red, "You haven't contacted me for a long time."

"You should go back."

Ethan lowered his arms on his waist: "It's cold in the morning, don't catch a cold."

Rebecca nodded silently and walked up the embankment.

The river wind blew her long hair up, Rebecca stopped, and looked back at Ethan: "Anyway, I don't have many friends, and you are one of them."

Ethan lit a cigarette and said with a smile, "No matter what, you are my friend."

Hearing what he said, a bright smile appeared on Rebecca's face. She nodded heavily, then opened the door and got in the car.

Looking at the departing Benz, Ethan sighed.

Rebecca chose to do his career with Proctor, and it was destined that she and herself would go further and further apart.

Ethan smoked silently, and crushed the Lure pole on the ground with one foot.

　Thanks to Brother Xianyu Datou for the reward, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)