My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 280 Adventure
The purpose of opening the cell door is to clean up trouble for the Banshee Town police station.

After all, several civilians saw Proctor locked inside just now, and now that the door is open, he didn't run out by himself and was killed by stray bullets.

Ethan looked at Proctor's body and sighed.

For a person like him, being trapped to death in an iron cage without even a chance to fight back is too aggrieved.

Originally, I just wanted to create an opportunity for him to be beaten to death by the Red Bones Gang.

This is simple and has no future troubles.

Before Ethan figured out how to do it, Proctor was killed by a stray bullet, which was an unexpected surprise.

Pull the slide and the cartridge is loaded.

The sound woke up Hood and the others, and Ethan said in a deep voice:

"We must take the initiative to attack. Now it seems that the rolling gate cannot be blocked for that long."

"What's your idea?" Brock's face was bloody, and he was cut by the flying red brick just now.

Ethan looked at the small hole in the rolling gate, and the figure flickered.

"It is now clear that the front door was Chelton's main attack direction."

"Call Siobhan and Amy up to help, and Hood and I try to get out the back door."

"That's what I think too." Hood is not the one who just sits and waits to die. He would rather go out and fight than die here like Proctor.

Who knows if the Redbone Gang has a second M60 machine gun.

Brock hesitated: "Is it too risky?"

"will not."

Hood said decisively: "Go and tell them two to come up, hurry up."

Brock had no choice but to grit his teeth, put away his gun and ran to the basement.

Basement, next to the passage.

After Emmett finished the generator, he went back to the stacked wooden boxes and replaced Siobhan.

The passage was unusually quiet, as usual.

Bunker moved his shoulder, and the sweat seeped in, a prickly pain.

There is a large space above, and there is still residual air-conditioning. Even if everyone is sweating, let alone the basement, his Mohawk's back and head are wet.

Bunker wiped the sweat off his face again: "I can feel you staring at me."

Before Emmett could speak, he continued:

"I'm not the kind of person you imagined now."

"Really?" That's great. "Emmett snorted: "I guess you've changed, right? "

"Yes."

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

Emmett glanced at him, the swastika at the corner of Bunker's eye hurt his heart, he looked at the back door and said:

"My father believed that all people are equal before the law."

"Even a black man at the bottom has the same opportunity, you just have to believe in the system."

"He didn't just believe it, he did it."

"Until one day, his boss withheld his wages for no reason. My father couldn't stand it and took the boss to court."

Emmett looked at Bunker: "Do you know how the court judged?"

"Compensation for your father's wages, a fine." Bunker thought for a while and said seriously.

"White people."

Emmett smiled dumbly and shook his head: "The judge told my father that one must have a conscience and not bite the hand that fills one's stomach."

"Not only did he lose the case, he also lost his job."

Bunker closed his mouth and blinked his eyes, not understanding why such a judgment was made.

"A few years later, he bought his first car and it got stolen."

Emmett looked at the police badge in front of him and sighed: "My father, like other law-abiding citizens, found the police."

"Do you know what the police say?"

Bunker learned to be smart this time, did not speak, and listened silently.

"From the mouth of the policeman, the answer he got was: boy, don't you know that we have more important things to do than finding a car for Neko?"

"The point is, my dad believed in the system until he died."

"The funny thing is, the system didn't have anyone standing up for him until he died."

Emmett's eyes became firm: "Because of this, I chose to be a policeman in the hope that I can help people like my father."

"Let those kind people not suffer from people like you."

"And people like you have always existed."

"Not long ago, my pregnant wife almost had a miscarriage because of someone with the same tattoo as you."

"Sharp, have you heard of this name?"

Bunker nodded silently, that was once his little brother, and he was no stranger to him.

"That's good, you come and tell me."

Emmet squinted at Bunker, with anger in his eyes: "Why should I believe you."

"Tell me, Bunker, what makes a man so full of hate that he tattoos it permanently on his body and proclaims his hatred to the world."

Bunker was silent for a while, then let go of one hand to grab the black vest on his body, and pulled the vest away.

Inside was a large shocking scar, which blurred a large swastika. After confirming that Emmet saw it, he put down the vest:
"I've made changes, but it will take time."

"My dad was the most powerful man in my life when I was little."

Bunker said slowly, "He hit me a lot, and my mother, especially when he was drunk."

"So whenever I have the chance, I try not to go home."

"Perhaps because of this reason, I had a very severe stutter when I was a child. I hardly spoke much. Everyone called me dumb."

"Except one, Tonk."

"He lives near my house. He's a big guy with tattoos all over his body. He's what you call a villain."

Bunker lowered his head, his eyes were complicated, and he remembered those things in the past:

"He never bullied me. Every time he sees me, he will chat with me and tell me that I have the power to change my situation."

"Tonk introduced me to his brothers. Only among those people can I feel that there are still people in the world who care about my existence."

"One day, my father was drunk and beat me up again."

"Tonk took me home directly, grabbed my father's throat, forced him to apologize, and made him promise not to do anything to me again."

Bunker turned his head and looked at Emmett:
"Tonk said to my father, your son, from now on, is a member of the fraternity."

"In my father's eyes, there was fear like I had never seen before."

He turned around, gritted his teeth and said:
"Since then, my father never dared to lift a finger of me again."

"For the first time in my life, I felt empowered and cared."

"After I realized it, the tattoos were all over my body, and I did a lot of things that I regret."

After his voice fell, Emmet said dully:

"Don't make any excuses for what you do, what's wrong is wrong."

"I see."

Bunker's tone was slow, and he said word by word: "I just let you know what kind of person I am."

(End of this chapter)