My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 271 Great Energy

Rebecca stepped on the brakes to the end, and the Mercedes-Benz dragged out a long brake mark.

After the body swayed violently a few times, it stopped abruptly.

She turned her head quickly and looked behind.

The red van was still rumbling backwards, like a ground gourd, leaving behind broken glass and broken plastic parts all over the floor.

Rebecca took a few heavy breaths and slapped the steering wheel happily.

Borden's heart was also beating violently. I didn't expect Rebecca to play so crazy. As long as the other party also hits desperately, it is hard to tell who will die and who will live.

When she regained her strength, Rebecca pushed the car door hard.

Together with Borden, she strode back.

The high-heeled shoes clicked on the ground, and the two of them came to the side of the van that had stopped rolling and completely deformed after crossing the plastic parts and glass shards all over the floor.

The red van was turned upside down, and the engine was still emitting white smoke.

Rebecca squatted down and looked into the cab.

The two aborigines inside were lying sideways, dripping with blood, and one of them had his neck twisted at a strange angle.

Only the driver was left, and his chest was still heaving violently.

His head was shaking, and the wound on it was still gushing blood.

Rebecca smiled charmingly at him, raised her middle finger and stood up.

There was the sound of water hitting the ground nearby, and the sunlight was a little dazzling. She covered her eyes with her hand and looked towards the place where the sound of dripping water sounded.

The van's fuel tank was ruptured, and gasoline was leaking along the rupture.

A large area has been soaked on the ground, and the smell of gasoline is in the nostrils.

She shrugged at Borden and stretched out her little white hand.

Borden took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to her, and quickly left the gasoline range.

Rebecca lifted the lid, turned the ignition wheel, and with a swish, a small flame burst out.

Taking a few steps back, he lightly tossed the lighter in his hand.

The lighter drew a perfect arc with the flames and fell into the gasoline. The flames soared high in an instant and spread rapidly along the cement road.

In the desperate eyes of the redbone gang driver, flames swept towards the car.

Rebecca and Borden ignored the heart-piercing screams behind them, and strode towards the black Mercedes dozens of meters away.

By the time they drove away, flames had engulfed the van, billowing black smoke into the sky.

Ethan looked at the empty sheriff's office and took a sip of coffee.

Hood is still on vacation today, and it is also a day when he does not answer the phone. In fact, he knows that he will definitely choose to leave this time, but he still needs a little time to say goodbye.

He's definitely still in Banshee Town now, but not sure if he'll be coming to work tomorrow.

Hasty footsteps sounded, and Brock strode over:
"I just got a call from the fire department, there was a car accident on Route [-]."

"And then?" Ethan put down his glass.

"Both dead were members of the Redbones, who brought Tommy Littlestone's body back to the reservation today."

"No surprises."

Ethan stood up and picked up his duty belt: "I'll bet you ten dollars that Proctor sent someone to do it."

"I bet with you even though I know I'm sure I'll lose. Do I look like such a stupid person?"

Brock glanced at him angrily: "Let's go, go to the scene to see the situation."

Speeding all the way, when they arrived at the scene of the accident, besides the fire truck, there was also a police car from the Chino Police Department parked beside them.

This is the junction of Banshee Town and the Chino tribe, and both sides have jurisdiction.

However, for some well-known reasons, the Chino Police Department just ignored it.

Generally, there is only one person who can come to the scene.

When I stopped the car, I saw Amy King crouching next to an upturned car holding a notebook.

Ethan closed the car door and let the fireman who was rolling up the hose walk to Amy King. There was still a burning smell in the air.

"Hi, Amy."

Ethan squatted down and looked at the two charred people in the cab: "Is there any clue that can be used?"

"I thought I had a bad enough day."

Seeing the scorched corpse curled up, Brock raised his duty belt, his whole face wrinkled.

Amy turned around and looked at Brock with dissatisfaction. After all, it was the tribe who died, so her face would naturally not look good.

"Feel sorry."

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, Brock spread his hands.

Amy sighed, then stood up: "The driver is Hakan Evans, and today is the corpse he signed at the morgue."

"The identity of the other deceased needs to be confirmed by dental records."

Ethan buckled his belt and looked around: "I don't think there should be any witnesses in this place?"

"Obviously, we didn't have that luck."

Amy took off her sunglasses, revealing her big bright eyes: "The second set of brake marks proves that there were other vehicles here at that time, but it just didn't work."

Brock curled his lips: "Could it be an accident?"

"It can't be an accident."

Ethan and Amy said in unison, they glanced at each other, and Amy continued excitedly:

"Everyone knows who did it, and Chelton will regard this as a declaration of war against him."

Ethan spread his hands: "Amy, calm down, the war has already begun, and the two of them have never stopped."

"All we need to do is to control the intensity so that they don't hurt civilians."

"is it?"

Amy sighed heavily and put on her sunglasses: "I heard you killed Tommy."

"Yes."

Ethan nodded: "I'm just doing my job, you understand."

Amy folded her hands, her chest heaving.

"But Cheton won't understand, he will follow you, and he will definitely take revenge."

Ethan's eyes lit up, and after Amy embraced her with both hands, she stretched her clothes tightly. Unexpectedly, her small body contained great energy.

Amy noticed Ethan's gaze and hurriedly put her hand down.

Ethan coughed, and continued to admire without squinting.

He patted the gun holster on his waist with his hands, and said unceremoniously:
"I'll be waiting for him, and I've been waiting for him."

Amy's cheeks under the sunglasses blushed slightly, she said nothing, turned and walked to the police car.

Looking at her twisting waist, Ethan was stunned. He didn't realize that this little policewoman was also a treasure.

"cough."

A heavy cough sounded, and Brock came to his side: "It's gone far, don't look."

Ethan said with a serious face: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just studying the difference between the Chino Police Station's radio and ours."

Brock touched the radio hanging above his butt, and gave Ethan a thumbs up.

"No matter what it is, the one who died this time was Brother Chetton. He will definitely do something crazy. Let's cheer up these two days."

Ethan patted Brock on the shoulder, turned around and sat back in the police car.

(End of this chapter)