My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 257
Hood took the lead and walked towards the small wine stand outside the wooden house.

Ethan clasped his hands on his belt and followed slowly.

Only Brock looked nervously at those who were drinking. After all, he was beaten badly the last time he came here.

"Can we have something to drink?"

Hood went straight to the female bartender and asked with a smile.

"of course."

The female bartender in a sleeveless jacket glanced at him and said casually, "Turn back ten miles, there are a lot of drinks in Banshee Town."

"Please, the money is real."

Hood took some crumpled bills out of his pocket and waved them in front of her.

"Yo, cop, put your damn money away."

Among the group of people at the next table, a blue shirt stood up: "You guys in uniform are not welcome here."

"is it?"

Ethan tapped his fingers on his duty belt: "Relax, we just want to ask a few questions."

The blue shirt walked up to Ethan with a bottle of beer, and said fiercely, "You won't get any answers here, and the police badge on your body is no fart here."

"Please, don't get so close."

Ethan waved his hand in disgust: "You have bad breath."

This sentence, like a critical blow, caused a lot of damage to the blue shirt. He looked at Ethan in disbelief, and his rough face quickly turned red.

The hand of the beer bottle held by the blue shirt was about to hit Ethan.

At this time, a person rushed out from the side and stopped him:
"Are you crazy? This note is the one who beat Chetton."

The dozen or so people who were drinking outside just stood up, and several of them recognized Ethan and quickly sat back on their chairs.

In broad daylight, they would never dare to shoot at a few policemen.

As for fighting, the man in front of him could subdue Cheton. After they weighed their little arms and legs, the rest of them also sat back.

Ethan blinked, could this be called surrendering without fighting?

The man who stopped the blue shirt said unyieldingly: "Go back, I have already called the police."

He didn't pay attention, but the companions behind him cast contemptuous glances at him, and those he knew quickly stretched out their hands to cover their faces.

It seemed that there would be no gain, so Ethan took two steps forward.

The man stepped back hurriedly with his blue shirt on, swallowing hard.

Ethan grinned and raised his middle finger: "Help me pass this gesture to Cheton. I already know that he is back. Don't hide in the woods like a little mouse."

I don't know if the aggressive method is useful to Chetton, but it's better than nothing.

Regardless of their embarrassing faces, Ethan patted Brock's tight body:
"Let's go."

The three left swaggeringly in front of more than a dozen members of the Red Bones Gang.

However, he was very popular, and fell to the ground with the beer bottle in his hand.

Brock was trembling in his heart, afraid that the group of people behind would pounce on him, but when he saw Hood on the left and Ethan on the right, he immediately held his head high.

As soon as he returned to the vehicle, a khaki police car in the distance rushed over quickly, raising smoke and dust.

After a sudden brake, the police car of the Chino Police Station stopped in front of them.

Unexpectedly, the coward from the Red Bones just now actually called the police. Ethan and Brock had a good understanding, and they took a step back at the same time, leaving Hood in the front.

A small policewoman with long black hair opened the car door and shouted dissatisfiedly:

"What do you think this is for, who gave you the right to wear the uniform of Banshee Town and come to the settlement?"

When Ethan saw her hooked nose, he immediately had an impression.

The last time a girl from the Chino tribe was killed, she came to help identify the body. Her name was Amy King, a policewoman who was busy with things.

Hood looked at the two unscrupulous bastards next to him, and shrugged his shoulders:

"We're here for Chetton Littlestone. Is there anything you can do to help?"

"Are you serious?"

Amy King waved her hands and urged, "Leave the reservation quickly, if Yaz finds you here, everyone will be in trouble."

"Who's Yaz?" Hood looked at Brock.

"Carl Jazz."

Brock coughed: "The Sheriff of the Chino Police Department."

"Sounds like I need to meet him." Hood smiled.

Amy put her hands on her hips helplessly: "Please, don't cause trouble, Yaz won't care about your things."

"She's right."

Brock nodded: "Yaz is notoriously diligent."

When talking about diligence, he stretched out both hands, and bent two fingers on one side at the same time.

Hood instantly understood what he meant. This was mocking the sheriff of the Chino Police Department for being notoriously lazy and careless.

But he still looked at Amy and said seriously:

"There are some things you may not know. Just a few days ago, Chelton and a group of members of the Red Bones gang robbed a batch of munitions on Highway 15 in Poundfield."

"Among them are AK47 and military M4."

"What?" Amy King asked in shock, "Are you serious?"

Hood nodded: "I have no reason to lie to you."

"If you don't want anyone in the tribe to die under these guns, you better help us."

Amy thought for a while, then sighed helplessly: "Let me warn you first, Yaz has a bad temper."

A few minutes later, two police cars came to a very simple police station.

But the eldest brother can't laugh at the second brother. Ethan and the others also work in a car dealership, so it's not much better.

Like the Banshee Town Police Department, the Chino Police Department also has two or three kittens.

It is estimated that the top management of the Chino Tribe did not provide much funding, as long as they can sustain it.

Led by Amy, a group of people walked into the sheriff's office.

A potbellied, gray-haired sheriff was sitting behind a desk reading a newspaper.

He noticed the person coming and put down the newspaper in his hand: "This is the Chino Police Station, have you guys gone to the wrong place?"

"Sheriff Yaz, excuse me."

"who are you?"

"Banshee Town Police Department, Lux Hood."

Hood stepped forward and held out his hand to him: "Nice to meet you."

Sergeant Yazz sat up a little bit, ignoring the outstretched palm: "Sheriff Hood, you arrested the bastard who killed Clary, right?"

Collier was the Indian girl who was killed when she was dating Rebecca's brother Solomon.

Hood retracted his hand awkwardly, and leaned on the table beside him:
"I'm surprised you know about this. It seems that you are too lazy to help."

"It happened in your jurisdiction, what does it have to do with me." Sergeant Yaz picked up the water glass and said meaningfully:

"I just mind my own business."

"That's the purpose of my coming here today." Hood said solemnly:

"Cheton Littlestone and the Redbones robbed a military vehicle at the base in Genoa."

"They stole a lot of munitions. Now these guns are in the Chino Reservation. I don't know if it is a matter of your jurisdiction?"

Sergeant Yaz took a sip of coffee happily, and put down the cup:
"It sounds like a military issue."

Hood stood up, pulled a chair unceremoniously and sat down in front of him:
"It's very likely that guns will show up in Banshee Town, and that becomes my problem, and that's why I'm here today."

Sergeant Yaz didn't even think about it, and said impatiently:
"Sorry, I don't know where Chetton Littlestone is, but don't worry, I'll keep an eye out."

"You will pay attention?"

Hood finally understood what Brock meant by "diligence" just now, and he sneered: "Actually, you don't care at all, right?"

Sergeant Yaz shrugged, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"Well, thanks for taking the time."

Hood waved his hand, stood up and left.

A fake sheriff himself was more diligent than a real sheriff, so he suddenly felt dull.

"Wait a minute, Sheriff Hood."

Unexpectedly, Yazi stopped him at this moment:
"Out of courtesy, I'll call you the Sheriff, though you're nothing here."

Yaz supported the table with both hands, and stood up slowly:

"Next time, let me find out that you went to the place of residence to do things without permission, and I will report it to the Indian Affairs Bureau immediately to let you know what trouble is."

He looked at Ethan and Brock again, stretched out his hand and threatened:

"And you two bastards, don't let me see you appearing in the settlement again, I don't mind handcuffing you."

Facing his threat, Ethan raised his eyebrows and shook his head with a smile.

"What are you laughing at, little boy."

Jazz looked unhappy and stared at him fiercely.

"It's all right, I understand, Sheriff Yazz."

Ethan put away his smile, and called him Sergeant solemnly.

Jazz enjoyed the feeling of handling them easily, he nodded in satisfaction, and picked up the newspaper:

"Okay, get out of my police station."

Amy, who was standing behind him, shrugged her shoulders silently, saying that she had already reminded her.

Hood was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yaz, and turned to leave the Chino police station.

Walking to the police car, Hood asked Brock:

"Is this Yaz a dirty policeman?"

"No."

Broke opened the door: "He just has no ambition. In this place, there is no hope. This kind of person just wants to dawdle."

"But that Amy King looks pretty motivated."

As soon as Amy was mentioned, she walked out of the police station quickly: "I warned you, but you didn't listen."

"It's okay, just do your best."

Ethan reached out his hand and shook her: "Thank you for your help."

"Yaz doesn't want to offend anyone now, whether it's the Tribal Council or the Red Bones Gang." Amy let go of his hand:

"I'll try my best to help you find Chetton's whereabouts."

"OK, thanks."

Ethan looked at her appreciatively. The immediate boss was a big salty fish. In this environment, there were not many such people who could maintain their motivation.

After they exchanged business cards, Ethan and the others drove away.

Even though they couldn't find any clues about Chetton, they could still explain it to Proctor, and the Banshee Town Police Department wouldn't bear the reputation of inaction.

In the evening, after Ethan got off work, he hurried home.

As soon as he opened the door, his eyes lit up.

Nora put on high heels, a black close-fitting dress, diamond earrings on her earlobes, and light makeup.

The whole person looks bright and charming, full of fatal temptation.

The skirt fully displayed the advantages of her figure, which made Ethan's belly hot.

Tonight is about the committee election for the new chief. She can no longer wear ordinary clothes like usual, but can only dress up.

Ethan had never seen her dressed in such a feminine way before, so he felt refreshed.

Nora felt uncomfortable when he looked at her, and she hadn't dressed like this for many years.

There was a blush on her cheeks, and she said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the most beautiful female chieftain in the world."

Ethan stepped forward quickly, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her vigorously.

After 1 minute, there was a cough next to him.

"It's time to hurry up."

Only then did Ethan loosen his arms around Nora's slender waist, and walked away from her mouth.

He nodded to the side: "Thompson."

Thompson was sitting on the sofa beside him, his long black hair combed neatly and also dressed up.

He was wearing a blue suit and had a felt hat by his hand.

After all, Indians also pay attention to keeping pace with the times. In most cases, they only wear some tribal bead strings on their bodies.

It was the first time for Thompson to come to Ethan's house. He stood up and looked around, and said flatteringly:
"The house is very nice, you are a person who knows how to live."

"Thank you."

The two of them also reported politely, and Thompson's face was full of smiles.

He didn't expect his investment to be rewarded so quickly. If they didn't lie to him, he would be a member of the standing committee after tonight.

He was even more envious of this handsome guy in front of him. A small town policeman actually picked off the princess of the Langside family. He must have gained a lot of benefits.

If Thompson knew that Ethan would get 5.00% of the shares by then, his eyes would turn red with envy.

Ethan patted him on the back and asked with concern:
"Standing Committee Thompson, is the injury on your arm better?"

Thompson immediately took a reassurance, regardless of the pain, happily raised his arm:
"It's much better, thank you for your concern."

When Ethan went to assassinate George Hunter last time, Thompson was also attacked by the Red Bones Gang and his arm was scratched by a bullet.

"Stop talking nonsense and change your clothes quickly."

Nora picked up the dust bag on the sofa: "This is the ready-made clothes I bought for you, hurry up and take a shower and change."

Originally, Ethan didn't want to show his face, but Nora was worried and insisted on him.

All the committee members can bring an unarmed bodyguard into the venue, and this time Ethan will play the role of a bodyguard.

It's good to go by yourself to ensure that things will go smoothly.

Ethan picked up the dust bag and was about to walk in when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Thompson:

"Chino Police Chief Karl Yaz, who is it?"

The Chino Police Department is an authority department. Of course, the sheriff is not good enough in front of the committee members, but he can be regarded as a power figure even if he is not big or small.

Thompson naturally knew Karl Yaz, he sat back on the sofa:

"He belongs to George Hunter, but after Hunter's death, his position was unstable, and he asked me to drink yesterday, what's wrong?"

Ethan took off his duty belt: "I don't like him, change it."

"no problem."

Thompson didn't ask why at all. He knew the importance of Ethan in Nora's heart, so he naturally agreed.

Nora didn't want to take care of these trivial matters at all. Thompson was supposed to be responsible for routine affairs. She only needed to manage the casino well, and that was the most important thing.

The favor was sent to the end, and Thompson turned around and asked:
"What do you think of the new sheriff?"

This guy is smart, and Ethan likes it.

He took off his coat and said casually, "Just Amy King."

Thompson has never heard of Amy King at all, but it doesn't matter, as long as things are sorted out in the past few days, this Amy King is the chief of the Chino Police Department.

(End of this chapter)