My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 266
The empty shell casing fell to the ground, and Hood's nervous mood also relaxed.

That terrible thing must have been taken by Ethan.

When Phillips heard what he said, he was taken aback for a moment, but when he saw the dark blue uniform on his body, he smiled and shook his head.

Obviously, the town policeman in front of him knew Hood's identity a long time ago.

The three of them walked towards the road like a defeated soldier.

Except for Ethan, Hood and Phillips were covered in blood.

Especially Phillips, who was sweating from digging a hole just now, and was poured with blood, looking extremely embarrassed.

But the worst was Hood, who was directly knocked out by the electric shock glove.

He still feels a little difficult to breathe, and there is a bloody smell in his nostrils.

Back on the big truck, seeing Brantly crucified on the sofa, Phillips' eyes twitched.

Ethan stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pulled hard to remove the cane.

Phillips looked at him with admiration. He originally thought it was Hood's extreme counterattack, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case.

Brantly lowered his head, no longer the viciousness he had just now.

The shadow that shrouded Ethan's heart dissipated immediately, as if he had opened a shackle, his whole body was relaxed.

"Take it."

Ethan threw the cane to Phillips: "You should be able to handle things here, right?"

"what do you mean?"

Phillips caught the cane and pointed himself: "Are you going to give me all the credit?"

He knew that Hood would not dare to take the credit, but Ethan obviously did not have this concern.

"The credit is all yours."

Ethan patted Phillips on the shoulder: "As a deal, let's make the story better. Is there any problem with taking the two of us out?"

"No problem at all."

Philip immediately beamed with joy, today was really ups and downs, who would have thought that while saving his life, he could also make a great contribution.

The three searched together in the car, and quickly found all their equipment and personal belongings.

When Phillips returned Hood's badge and pistol to him, he solemnly advised him not to take chances. This time it was luck, but you can't always hope for luck.

Phillips turned a blind eye to the exquisite double-barreled shotgun that Ethan had been carrying behind his back.

Everyone gave themselves such a big part of the credit, so it's nothing to play with a double-barreled shotgun.

If it wasn't for the fear that missing too many things would cause trouble for himself, he wouldn't even mind Ethan moving all of Brantley's collection away.

Before leaving, Ethan also exchanged phone calls with Phillips.

Knowing a special agent who knows everything is also a resource, which may be useful in the future.

Their current location has already left Banshee Town.

Ethan got on the off-road motorcycle and drove Hood all the way back.

Next to the barn, as soon as the sound of the motorcycle engine went out, Candy walked out quickly from the back door of the bar.

Seeing the bruised and swollen faces of the two of them, Candy asked in surprise:

"I saw the police car parked outside just now, but I couldn't find anyone. What's wrong with you?"

Hood waved his hand and staggered up to the second floor of the barn.

After this time, the idea of ​​leaving Banshee Town continued to surge in his heart. Since Felix could find him, it proved that this place was no longer safe.

He just wants to be alone for a while now, and think about what to do next.

Ethan took a look at his forehead with the rearview mirror of the motorcycle, and the wound had stopped bleeding, but there was still a lump.

He lit a cigarette and told Candy about what happened just now.

Candy sighed heavily, and took off his hat: "Maybe, he really needs to leave."

"It's up to him."

Ethan pulled out the motorcycle key and threw it to Candy: "This car is given to you. If you take care of it, it will be enough for you to sell a batch of wine."

"really?"

"Don't want it?" Ethan gestured to get the key back.

"of course not."

Candy quickly took the key, and excitedly reached out to touch the handlebar of the motorcycle.

Ethan doesn't know the brand, but looking at Brantly's group, they don't know how to use cheap products. Even if they can only sell for one or two thousand dollars, it's worth how many glasses of wine the candies serve.

After smelling the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke on his body, he greeted Candy and drove home to take a shower.

Redbones camp.

Tommy Littlestone stands behind the white line with an AK47, pulling the trigger on a beer bottle in the distance.

After several days of practice, marksmanship has improved a lot.

Looking at the beer bottle that was shot and exploded by himself, Tommy felt that he was okay again.

After practicing marksmanship for a while, he put down the gun in his hand again in frustration, walked to a table beside him and sat down.

The rotten boat has a few nails, not to mention he is Chelton's younger brother.

Under Tommy's subordinates, there are also a group of younger brothers surrounding him.

Seeing Tommy's lack of energy, a flower turban handed over a bottle of beer:
"What are you thinking?"

Tommy lifted the beer cap with a serious face: "It doesn't matter how good your marksmanship is, you don't shoot here every day."

The flower turban patted Tommy on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Chetton let us grab so many guns back, not for nothing, sooner or later we will deal with Proctor again."

As soon as Proctor was mentioned, Tommy felt furious, and he slammed the beer bottle in his hand to the ground:

"If I had gone last time, Proctor would have been dead."

Speaking of what happened two days ago, the few people sitting at the table all lowered their faces. The younger brothers who could follow Tommy were all seventeen or eighteen years old.

It was just when they didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, they started discussing one after another.

For the failure of the operation, I only think that the few people who went there are not good enough.

If you switch to yourself, it's guaranteed to be no problem.

The more Tommy heard it, the more annoyed he became. He picked up the AK47, loaded the magazine, walked to the side of the shooting range, and shot at the beer bottles inside.

After emptying the magazine, he finally felt better.

Laughter came from behind, Tommy turned his head, and two Indian girls walked behind him, one of them looked innocent, and the small hot pants exposed her white legs.

The little vest on her body tightly wrapped the fullness of her chest, and her flat stomach carried moving vitality.

Tommy's eyes were straightened, and he quickly walked over with the AK in his hand:

"Anna, where are you going?"

The innocent girl named Anna turned her head and found that it was Tommy. A trace of contempt flashed under her eyes, and she said to Tommy with a smile:
"Little Tommy, how can I help you?"

The sensitive Tommy caught the flash of contempt instantly, and the address of Little Tommy was especially harsh.

He smiled reluctantly, and pointed to the wooden table next to him:
"It's okay, I just want to invite you for a drink."

"No thanks."

Anna smiled and shook her head in refusal, holding the girl next to her and continuing to walk forward.

They kept laughing and laughing, and there was a faint sound.

"Why do you refuse, this is Tommy Littlestone."

"He's not Chetton..."

(End of this chapter)