My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 278 Too quiet
Jackson quickly looked to the side, and Ethan was standing behind the pillar smoking a cigarette.

He immediately felt relieved that Hood couldn't hand over his colleagues.

Ethan noticed Jackson's gaze and glanced over, showing his white teeth, which startled him.

2 minutes passed quickly, and Hood shouted to the outside:

"Cheton."

"I'm here."

"Sorry, I can't promise you."

"I will not give you a second chance to surrender."

"Cheton," Hood called again, chewing on his cigarette.

"Walter?"

Hood puffs out smoke: "If you can still find your little brother, why don't you go home and fack yourself."

"Boom."

The rolling gate was kicked heavily, making a loud noise.

The movement disappeared quickly, and hurried footsteps came from outside.

Knowing that an attack would come soon, Proctor angrily knelt down and put his head in his hands.

Not long after, there was a bang, and the room became completely invisible.

"Shet, this is bad."

There were panicked footsteps in a dark room, and Brock shouted nervously:
"They cut the power."

Ethan walked forward quickly according to the position he remembered. While stuffing the revolver into his back waist, he drew the Glock out of the holster.

"Click."

After a soft sound, the tactical flashlight above was turned on.

The beam of light shone on Jackson's face, so close that he could clearly see a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan sits on the table and blows a puff of smoke into Jackson's face.

Jackson stared at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, with a smile on his lips: "I want to find a flashlight."

"Okay, take your time looking for it."

Ethan grabbed Siobhan's key and stood up, walking to the side.

"asshole."

Jackson cursed secretly, pulled his tie and walked back to the detention cell, the light of the tactical flashlight flashed past, revealing a corner of the swastika under his neck.

"Don't we have emergency lights?"

Surrounded by dozens of armed gangsters is already fatal, but now the light is lost, and the dark environment can breed fear even more, Hood asked quickly.

"No, the town's budget plan failed." Brock sighed:

"Thanks for your good friend, Gordon."

Since Gordon became the mayor, all the funds of the Banshee Town Police Department have been tightly blocked, and if they can't pass it, they won't pass it.

Hood gritted his teeth and didn't speak.

Proctor said in a deep voice: "You guys are wasting your time. Cheton will soon think of a way to get in, and then he will swallow you alive."

"It's okay, you are with us." Hood hid behind the corner, shining a tactical flashlight on the rolling gate.

"I mean."

Proctor slapped the ground angrily: "Let me out, I'd rather fight outside for my life than be trapped here."

"Sorry, you're a suspect now, that's where you should be."

Hood choked Proctor on a word.

"basement."

Brock wiped the sweat off his face: "There is a backup generator in the basement. Even if the power supply cannot be fully restored, it will be much better than it is now."

"I go."

Ethan nodded, holding the Glock and walking back.

"Ask Emmett, he knows where it is." Brock's voice was still coming from behind.

Ethan walked down the steps next to the small shooting range, the light of the tactical flashlight pierced the darkness, attracting the attention of the people below.

The basement of the police station is used to store sundries, and Ethan rarely comes down there.

In the past, this place was supposed to be used to store auto parts, separated by several places, and on the other side was the passage, which was the emergency exit of the police station.

"who is it?"

Siobhan's voice sounded alert.

"It's me, Ethan."

It was even darker below, only the light of the tactical flashlight in Siobhan's hand.

Ethan glanced around, and the District Attorney Alison Medding, Alma, and three civilians who came to the police station were sitting in the corner.

Seeing the terrified expressions on their faces, Ethan quickly comforted him:
"Don't worry, people outside cut off the power just to scare us, don't be afraid."

"We're fine." Siobhan replied and stepped forward:

"Is there anything Hood can do now?"

"For now, what about Emmett?"

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Ethan stretched out his arms to hug her, and rubbed Siobhan's back vigorously up and down a few times to relax her tense body.

"Beside the passage."

Siobhan shy for a while, stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "I'll go with you."

After walking more than ten meters to the side, Ethan greeted him in advance:
"I'm Ethan, take it easy."

Come to the side of the passage, wooden boxes are piled up on both sides of the wall.

Emmett and Bunker stood apart, one on the left and one on the right, with the shotgun in their hands resting on the wooden box, with focused expressions.

Neither of them communicated much, and their eyes were fixed on the emergency entrance less than ten meters ahead.

They didn't turn their heads when they heard Ethan's voice.

"Is there any movement?"

Ethan stood next to Bunker and looked forward. The light from the street lamp shone on the glass of the wooden door, turning pale yellow.

Bunker looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Not yet, sir."

"Don't call me that."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "We are colleagues now, relax."

"Ok."

Bunker flexed his shoulders, but did not let his guard down.

"Brock said there's a backup generator down here." Ethan looked at Emmett.

"correct."

"Come on, we need light now."

Emmet nodded, put away the shotgun, and Siobhan quickly took his place.

The two walked back together and came to a small cubicle.

Emmet put the shotgun behind his back, reached out and lifted a felt cloth, revealing a generator underneath.

Ethan gave him the light, and after Emmett connected the wires, he picked up the pull rope next to the engine and pulled hard.

After a few pulls, the generator rumbled and vibrated
After flickering a few times, the incandescent lamp above his head gave off an unstable light. Although it was a little darker than usual, it was better than nothing.

"All right."

Emmett breathed a sigh of relief, and put the gun in his hand: "How is the situation above you?"

"So far it's fine."

After solving the lighting and talking to Emmett, he didn't stay long.

Now there are only two people above, which is prone to problems.

Back in the hall, the lights here flickered with the operation of the generator, but it was much better than before.

Hood and Brock squatted in the corner one after the other, and Ethan quickly returned to stand behind the pillar.

Now only a few minutes have passed, and even if the county police received a call from passers-by, it would take half an hour to arrive at the fastest.

"That's not right."

Brock looked at the rolling gate and murmured, "It's too quiet outside."

"Please, don't say things like that."

Ethan patted his head, and before he could finish his sentence, gunshots rang out immediately.

(End of this chapter)