My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 285 Priceless Photos
The voice fell, and the gunfire inside also stopped.

Hasty footsteps sounded, and Siobhan's nervous voice came: "Ethan?"

"Yes."

Ethan turned around and beckoned for Bunker to come over. With the help of the two of them inside, they slowly pushed away the file cabinet that had collapsed in the gap.

As soon as he bent down and got into the gap, Siobhan hugged him excitedly.

Ethan helped her wipe the dust off her face, looked at her delicate red lips, and kissed her deeply.

While Ethan was checking Siobhan, Bunker also ran to Emmett, who was slumped against the wall.

There was a ten-centimeter-long abrasion on Emmet's arm, and blood was still oozing from the wound.

His lips were white, and he just looked at Bunker with a forced smile.

Bunker quickly found the cable tie from Emmett's duty belt, and quickly tied it to his arm, the bleeding speed obviously slowed down.

"Thank you."

Emmett raised his hand with difficulty.

"what I should do."

Bunker and Emmett clenched their fists lightly, and sat down against the wall themselves.

His shoulder was already injured, and he was kicked hard in the chest by Chetton just now, and now he feels pain everywhere in his body.

"Please."

After waiting for a long time, no one cared about him, Brock cried out in pain: "Come and help me, this old man."

Ethan let go of Siobhan, grinned, slapped his butt, and strode inside.

"Thank goodness."

Brock was lying on the ground, sweating profusely: "Come later, you can help us collect the body."

On his chest, the uniform was broken with several small holes.

Ethan tore his uniform to pieces, and there were three warheads inlaid on the body armor. This guy was also very lucky. If he missed it by two centimeters, one of the warheads would avoid the range of the bulletproof plate.

The soft body armor alone cannot stop the firepower of AK and military M4.

Helping him take off the body armor, Brock finally heaved a sigh of relief and gasped for breath.

He pulled back his tight vest again, his chest was blue and purple, and two places had been sunken, obviously, the sternum had been broken.

"You'd better lie down obediently."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "Go straight to the hospital later, don't move now."

After confirming that Brock was okay, he stood up and walked to the custody warehouse.

He took out his mobile phone and pointed it at Proctor.

"Crack."

The picture in front of me is frozen on the phone screen.

It's a photo worth almost $200 million a year, and it was supposed to be obtained by sweeping away the figures behind Proctor and the wings around him.

With the help of Hood and the Red Bones Gang, he was easily included in his pocket.

The corner of Ethan's mouth turned up, and he flicked his fingers quickly, and sent the photo to Nora, with the word "finish".

Soon, the phone vibrated violently.

He pressed it casually, took a picture of the police station and sent it to her, with the word "Busy."

The police station is now the same as the ruins after the war, and there is still a lot of cleaning work to be done.

Now that Proctor is dead, Chelton is also dead, and even the backbone of the Red Bones Gang has been wiped out, and the remaining members of the Red Bones Gang can no longer jump into the waves.

The two major forces were wiped out in one fell swoop. Although several people in the police station were injured, their faces were more relieved.

three days later.

In the morning, while on patrol, Ethan drove a police car to Davis Bar.

The place is closed in the morning, and it is usually the rest time for candy. He usually uses the morning time to go fishing and take a walk.

But now, there are several cars parked outside.

He parked the police car next to Hood's blue pickup, on the passenger seat inside, with a small travel bag.

Next to the pickup truck was Jaber's yellow convertible and a silver Volvo.

Push open the wooden door and walk into the bar.

As usual, Hood, Jaber, and Carly, sat in a row at the bar.

Candy was wearing a bucket hat as always, and was holding a bottle of whiskey.

"It's finally here."

Candy raised the wine bottle and greeted Ethan.

The others also turned around one after another, with different expressions on their faces, ranging from relief to reluctance.

Ethan took off his sunglasses and sat on the high stool:
"Guys, Sheriff."

"Don't call me the sheriff." Hood shook his head and smiled with a complicated face: "I'm no longer the sheriff."

Just yesterday, Hood resigned as sheriff.

Now he only wears jeans and a blue T-shirt, no sheriff badge.

Ethan took the glass from Candy, drained the whiskey in one gulp, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know." Hood spread his palms, with a smile on his face:
"Not sure yet, all the way north, maybe go to Canada to see, it doesn't matter where you go."

Ethan nodded and put down his glass: "Have a nice trip."

"Thank you."

Hood looked at the uniform and badge on him, his eyes dazed.

"Bang bang."

Candy knocked on the table, raised the wine glass in his hand and took a sip: "It's time for you to move forward and enjoy life."

"Sorry, candy." Hood took a sip of his wine and said apologetically:

"It didn't bring you more."

"Hey, don't say that." Candy took off his fisherman hat and said seriously:

"I'm not an unappreciative Mare Fark, you brought me three friends, a fantastic trip and almost $20."

"It was a rare experience and a lot of money, I couldn't have asked for more."

Although the plan to rob the Genoa base was declared bankrupt, the money that was robbed before was not a small amount, especially for Candy who lived in a small town.

This is unplanned money, which is enough for him to live comfortably in the future. Of course, it is impossible to live a luxurious life.

"That's good."

Hood pursed his lips and nodded. He had said goodbye to Jabo and Carly, so he turned to Ethan.

"No need to say anything."

Ethan picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him: "Call me if I have something to do."

"of course."

Hood drank it down and put down the glass heavily.

He paused when he stood at the door of the bar, and then strode into the sunlight without hesitation.

The sound of the car engine sounded, and gradually faded away.

Candy looked at the empty high stool, and silently picked up the wine bottle.

"No, thanks."

Ethan blocked the cup with his hand: "I'm still on duty, let's go first."

Taking out a ten-dollar knife and putting it on the table, Ethan patted Jaber on the shoulder, put on his sunglasses, and walked outside the bar.

After a while, Jabo and Carly also left one after another.

Candy scratched his gray beard, put the fisherman hat on his head, and locked the bar door.

The sound of the wooden door colliding sounded, and he walked in with heavy steps. When he passed the pool table, he stroked the velvet cloth of the table with his hand and stopped.

In my mind, I recalled how happy everyone was when they shared the money here.

A smile appeared on Candy's face, he wiped the wet corners of his eyes, turned and walked into the utility room.

(End of this chapter)