My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 23
Before the vehicle stopped, Emmett opened the door and jumped out of the car with a Remington M870 shotgun in his hand.

"Damn it, is there a war here?" Brock also got off the co-pilot with an M4 on his shoulders. Seeing several corpses and bullet casings everywhere in front of him, he put down the M4 and couldn't help but patted his head. .

"Guys, you're here."

Ethan looked at the shocked expressions of the two of them, laughed, and flicked the cigarette butt in his hand.

"After receiving your call, we set off as soon as possible, and the BOSS is also coming." Emmett looked at the burning object in front of him, walked over and took a look curiously, then covered his nose and walked away.

"I didn't expect you to solve this group of people so quickly."

Emmett looked at Ethan with admiration. In addition to the M4A1 on his back, Ethan was also holding a python revolver in his hand, and there was a bit of sternness on his handsome face.

"Those idiots swaggered over and hit my gun, which is a pity for my car."

Ethan gritted his teeth and walked towards his Ford F150. There were dense bullet holes on the body, the front windshield was shattered, and a rearview mirror fell off. Basically, it could be taken directly to the scrapping factory.

"Ethan, I will compensate you for your loss." Siobhan looked at his car and said shyly.

"It's okay, Ethan, you can apply for a subsidy from the bureau. It shouldn't be a big problem. These people made a lot of noise today. You have solved the gang of motorcycle gangs. It should be easy to apply for funds."

Brock waved his hand and continued: "Siobhan, go back and change your clothes first, at least put on your shoes."

During the conversation, Hood also rushed to the scene. Generally speaking, when there is a group firefight, the follow-up processing will be very troublesome, and the investigation will last for a long time. The prosecutor's wife.

Then these people went to the celebration site in Banshee Town to create an attack, causing many injuries, and at night they were fully armed and tried to attack law enforcement officers.

In this matter, no one will try to make trouble for Ethan and Siobhan, as long as a routine report is written.

After the scene was cleaned up, several people left one after another.

Today's attack put a lot of pressure on their hearts. They didn't expect to solve these motorcycle gangs so quickly, and they were relieved.

Because the F150 was destroyed, Ethan asked the tow truck to pull the F150 away after taking out the personal items in the car, and then called Hood to take him back.

"Boss, you go first, I'll take him back later." Siobhan walked over wearing a thin coat.

After Hood blinked at Ethan with a smirk, he started the vehicle and left in a hurry.

"Can you have a drink with me? I can't sleep right now."

So many things happened to Siobhan today, and he really needed to find a way to vent. After hesitating for a while, Ethan nodded.

Back in the living room, the TV was still playing Speeding, and Phil stood on the carpet of the relay station with a smile on his face, waiting for the players of each team to sign in.

Siobhan picked up the remote to turn off the TV, but was stopped by Ethan
"Let it keep playing, I'd love to watch it too."

"Do you want something to drink?" Siobhan put down the remote control. "I have whiskey, brandy, beer, red wine here?"

"Whiskey, and some ice, thanks."

Ethan sat on the sofa and watched the TV program with great interest.

Siobhan came out of the kitchen with wine and two glasses in his left hand and a small ice bucket in his right hand, and sat down next to Ethan.

Ethan took the unopened Mag whiskey in her hand, and after opening the wax stick, Siobhan had already put ice cubes in the glass.

Ethan unceremoniously poured himself half a glass, put the bottle on top of Siobhan's glass, and turned to look at her.

"Go ahead, stop when I say stop." Siobhan said when he saw Ethan's movements.

When the glass was almost full, Siobhan signaled Ethan to stop what she was doing. She picked up the glass and took a sip, but was choked by the alcohol and coughed again and again.

After putting down the wine glass, she bent down and groped under the table for a while, brought up two bags and threw one to Ethan.

Ethan took it and saw that it was a bag of potato chips. He froze for a moment and then put the potato chips back on the table. He usually doesn't like to eat while drinking, let alone potato chips.

Ethan was lying on the sofa drinking wine, while Siobhan was chewing on potato chips.

"Fortunately, you are here tonight. I didn't expect that group of people would really come to take revenge on me." The light of the TV kept flickering on Siobhan's face.

"You don't have to take it to heart, Emmett and they will do the same. Like I said just now, we are friends, and of course we have to take care of each other."

Siobhan lowered her head slightly, then looked at Ethan, her eyes were flushed, "Did you know? Today is my birthday, I didn't expect to spend it like this."

"It was a surprise, happy birthday to you"

Ethan sat up straight, "It's a pity that those bastards ruined it, but at least I lit a big candle for you, didn't I?"

Seeing Ethan winking, Siobhan burst out laughing, then grabbed a handful of potato chips and threw them at Ethan.

While the two were chatting, as they drank glasses of whiskey, the bottle of Meg quickly ran out.

"You can't drink any more, go to sleep, it's all right."

Seeing Siobhan's drunken eyes, the glass in his hand was crumbling, Ethan quickly reached out and took the glass away, put it on the table, then picked her up with both hands, and walked to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, she looked carefree, but the bedroom was decorated very warmly, and there was a huge Minnie doll beside the bed.

Ethan carefully put her on the bed, then pulled a quilt printed with yellow flowers to cover her.

After Siobhan mumbled a few times, he fell into a deep sleep.

She was also very tired this day. On her birthday, she killed someone first, and then was approached to take revenge. Normal people can't resist this kind of mental pressure. At this time, she can sleep comfortably if she gets drunk feel.

Ethan looked at the shoes on her feet, scratched her head, then turned off the light and left. Anyway, old beauties like to wear shoes to bed, and he didn't want to take the effort to help her take them off.

He took his two guns in the living room. At this time, there was no one else, so he put the guns back in the space, and then called an Uber to go home.

At the intersection, Ethan asked the driver to stop the car, and it was only about [-] meters after turning in, just enough to walk and let off the smell of alcohol.

When I was a short distance from the house, I saw a man sitting on the steps of his own porch through a gap in the trees.

Vigilantly, Ethan took out the python revolver to open the cylinder, took out a quick loader, and after loading the bullets, he walked forward carefully holding the gun.

(End of this chapter)