My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 277 Grenade
After the scene was quiet for a while, Brock remembered something.

"Hood."

He took a step forward, his face tensed: "The emergency exit in the basement, there is no gate."

It was only then that Hood remembered that only Siobhan was in the basement now, and if someone touched the back door, it would be easy to break in.

He patted his forehead: "Emmet, you and Bunker and Alison, go to the basement to help."

From the basement to the emergency exit, there is a narrow passage.

Although Alison is useless, there are four guns guarding it, and it is foolproof.

"Ok."

Bunker pocketed a handful of shotguns that lay on a nearby table, then looked at Emmett.

Emmett hadn't spoken yet, Alison objected first, and she said in a disgusted tone:

"I wouldn't act with this guy, don't even think about it."

Bunker pursed his lips and clenched his shotgun tightly: "I don't mean to disrespect you, ma'am, I know my appearance can be misleading."

"Forget it, there's no need to talk about this nonsense." Alison interrupted him, staring at Bunker:

"I've seen a lot of people like you in my life."

"Don't pretend to be repentant. People like you will never repent. There is only hatred in your heart."

"Hey."

Ethan stopped her: "Are you sure now is a good time to start a civil war?"

"If you want to help, help."

"Okay, I'll help." Alison weighed the Glock and stared at Bunker fiercely:

"Let me be clear, I'm just a novice and if anyone makes any misleading movements, my gun could easily go off."

Ethan looked at Bunker, who nodded silently.

Emmett was about to take the two of them to the basement when Ethan grabbed his arm:
"Give this to Siobhan."

Looking at the last AR15 and two bulletproof plates in front of him, Emmet said hesitantly:

"What about you?"

"Don't worry, I still have a gun in the drawer."

Ethan patted the Glock on his waist, and firmly handed the AR15 to Emmett, asking him to take it to Siobhan.

In the hands of Hood and Brock, they also have two rifles, plus their own pistols. It is not a big problem to defend them. He is very confident in his marksmanship.

Emmett nodded, took the AR15 and took Bunker and they strode away.

Ethan patted the holster and walked quickly to his desk.

Reaching out to open the drawer, a Python revolver and two quick-loaders loaded with bullets appeared in an instant.

After hesitating for a moment, three more grenades rolled out of the drawer.

This is leftover from the last time I went to New York, and it has been kept in the space. It just happened to come in handy today, but it’s hard to find an excuse.

He rolled his eyes and raised his head:
"Sheriff."

"what's up?"

Hood walked over quickly with a gun in his hand, and when he saw the things in Ethan's drawer, his face burst into joy.

Ethan put the grenade into the file bag, handed it to Hood, and whispered:
"I took it from Fei Ao last time. Think of a reason."

"I see."

Hood didn't know why Ethan kept a few grenades in his drawer, but he didn't bother to think so much at this time.

At critical times, this thing can come in handy.

He took the bag casually and walked to the office.

Ethan took out the quick loader from the drawer and put it in his duty belt, and put the revolver directly on the table.

Looking up, Brock was nervously looking at the direction of the door, and Proctor and his lawyer Jackson were whispering and discussing countermeasures.

"Crack."

The lighter is lit.

Under the astonished gazes of the few of them, Ethan lit a cigarette leisurely.

Brock's throat was thirsty, and he coughed:
"What should we do now?"

"Wait."

Ethan put the lighter into the cigarette case and threw it to Brock.

After fiddling with the filing cabinets behind the sheriff's office for a while, Hood strolled out.

He took the cigarette handed by Brock and lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke heavily, and opened his palm to Brock again.

Looking at the round thing in Hood's hand, Brock took a breath of cigarettes.

"Cough cough cough."

After a violent cough, Brock's eyes were covered with water.

He wiped the corner of his eyes and asked incredulously, "Where did you get this thing?"

Hood shrugged, pouted at Proctor, and said nothing.

Brock immediately figured it out. When Proctor's arsenal was searched last time, there were a lot of these grenades in it.

Could it be that Hood stole a few by himself? Thinking of this, Brock gasped, how brave he is.

But thinking that the person in front of him was Hood, he smiled and shook his head.

The sheriff in front of him was the most wanton sheriff he had ever seen, and he didn't find it strange what he did.

Now that he has this thing, Brock suddenly has a lot of confidence.

"You use it."

Brock pushed his hand away, saying that his AR15 would suffice.

"I still have."

Hood patted his pocket carefully, and there were also two bulging guys inside.

Brock rolled his eyes and took the grenade:
"I'm serious, what should we do now?"

"Find a good place to disperse, find a good cover, as long as anyone breaks in, shoot and kill." Hood said harshly, and walked towards Ethan.

The grenade turned around, and when it returned to his hand, there was only one left.

But it was better than nothing, he bit his cigarette and stood behind a pillar, looking at Proctor in the detention room.

Proctor was pacing back and forth in the cage like a caged animal, and his lawyer was squatting beside him like a pet.

It's just Jackson's eyes, looking at a bunch of keys on the table from time to time.

That was Siobhan's key. She forgot to take it with her when she went to the basement. The key on it could open the iron door of the detention room.

Jackson noticed that Ethan was looking at him, and quickly looked away.

Ethan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes flickering.

Nora, and Amy King helped to find it for a few days, but failed to find the whereabouts of the Redbone Gang camp.

I can't always look for Chetton like digging for mice. The settlement is so big and there are forests everywhere. They put away the tents casually, and there is nowhere to look for them.

Now Chetton took the initiative to come to the door, tonight is the best time.

After tonight, Chelton will definitely run away, and it is impossible for him to come back. This is also a chance to take down both Proctor and Chelton in one fell swoop.

"Hood."

There was a loud roar from outside the door, it was Chetton's voice.

Several people glanced at each other, Hood strode to the rolling gate and hid behind the wall: "I'm listening."

"I know Kay Proctor and Ethan Morgan are in it."

Chetton's voice came in through the rolling gate: "You hand over the two of them, and I assure you, no one else will be harmed."

"Let me think about it."

Hood is trying to buy time, which is what they need most now.

"I'll give you 2 minutes."

Chetton knew what he was up to, and issued a final warning.

The outside quickly became quiet again, and Hood took a few steps back, looking at Proctor without saying a word.

Jackson stood up, he wiped the sweat from his brow:

"Sheriff, you're not really thinking of handing Mr. Proctor over to that madman out there?"

Before Jackson could reply, Proctor said calmly:
"Don't worry, Chetton wants more than me."

(End of this chapter)