My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 286 Farewell
Walking out of the Davis Bar, Ethan put on his sunglasses.

Today's sunshine was dazzling, he looked towards the end of the road and sighed.

Back in the car, there was still air-conditioning in the car, sitting on the seat felt cold to the touch.

Turn on the ignition and put it in gear, and the Crown Victoria slowly moves outwards.

Holding the familiar steering wheel, he also felt a little bit reluctant, but he still made up his mind and stepped on the accelerator to drive forward.

When passing the back door of the Banshee Town Hospital, Ethan stepped on the brakes.

At the exit of the mortuary next to the back door, a familiar Rolls-Royce parked. The door opened, and a cart was pushed out by two medical staff.

On it was a long white body bag with the owner of the Rolls Royce inside.

Under the sun's rays, the bag is dazzling white.

Rebecca followed behind the medical staff, expressionless.

She was wearing a black skirt, and she looked extremely desolate.

Noticing the police car slowly passing by outside, Rebecca raised her head and found that it was Ethan who was driving, she nodded invisibly.

From Rebecca's eyes, Ethan saw endless sadness and stubbornness.

Borden followed Rebecca, just like he used to follow Proctor, but his whole person was more gloomy, exuding an aura that no strangers should enter.

Only when he looked at Rebecca, there was a trace of warmth in Borden's eyes.

Proctor died, and he failed to protect him. Borden was full of guilt, and he bet all his guilt on Rebecca.

He vowed to help Rebecca take back everything Proctor had before her death and keep it going.

It seemed like this could relieve the torment in his heart.

Ethan nodded to Rebecca, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Going back to the parking lot outside the police station, as soon as the car stopped, a police car approached next to it.

Ethan got out of the car with a big bag and slammed the door shut.

As he walked in, he asked:
"How are you getting used to it?"

Bunker smiled dumbly, and straightened his dark blue uniform: "Thank you for your concern, so far, it's pretty good."

"That's fine."

Ethan patted Bunker on the shoulder: "Although you have also been a policeman, the environment in each place is different. Ask Emmett for advice."

"of course."

Bunker nodded: "Officer Youngs has taught me a lot."

"Just call me Emmet."

Emmett closed the passenger door, his shoulders bulging and bandaged.

There is no way, almost everyone in the police station is injured, and there is no way to rest longer.

After the police station was shut down for a day, almost all the staff began to go to work with injuries.

However, after what happened a few days ago, the gangsters in the entire Banshee Town disappeared, and the Banshee Town Police Department played a powerful role in this tough battle.

No one wants to jump out at this time and make trouble, especially after knowing that the hospital morgue is almost full.

Although they went to work with injuries these days, their work was extremely easy.

Walking into the police station, most of the places inside are empty.

The objects destroyed in the gun battle have all been cleared out, and scaffolding has been set up everywhere, like a renovation site.

In the place where they used to work, a few desks were put together temporarily.

The things on the top are piled up in a mess, there is no way, now the conditions are limited, so it can only be like this.

Ethan didn't return to his seat, but went straight to the changing room inside.

After a while, he came out in a suit of casual clothes.

It was working time now, but he changed into casual clothes. Hood was like this before. Emmett suddenly had a bad feeling and stood up quickly.

Ethan told Siobhan last night, so she just crossed her arms and leaned on the chair to watch him.

Bunker, on the other hand, looked bewildered, and tightly buttoned his belt.

Emmett took a step forward and opened his mouth in confusion, but after all, he couldn't say anything, and his eyes were full of regret.

Ethan smiled at them, turned and walked into the sheriff's office.

The wooden door full of bullet holes has been removed, and only a curtain is hung on it. This messy environment does not affect the mood of the new sheriff in the slightest.

Most of the items inside were undamaged in the shootout, and the new Sheriff Brock was sitting happily in a leather chair behind his desk, enjoying his coffee.

He had no idea that Hood would resign two days after Proctor and Chelton died.

The bright pie hit him on the head like this, and the sheriff can only be succeeded by him, and another sheriff will be airborne. Not only will Brock refuse to agree, but Siobhan and Emmett will also have opinions.

In this way, Brock sat firmly in the sheriff's office and drank his coffee comfortably.

Seeing Ethan come in, he quickly raised the cup in his hand:

"Would you like to have a cup, it tastes good."

After Hood left, Gordon was no longer stuck with the bureau's funds. Brock himself had a good relationship with Gordon. The first thing he did when he took office was to buy a high-end coffee machine.

Seeing him like this, Ethan smiled and shook his head, pulled a chair over and sat down:

"It's time for you to exercise, and watch out for your belly getting bigger."

"That's it." Brock curled his lips and put down his glass: "Look if they dare to talk to me like that."

Ethan didn't speak any more, and silently took out the police badge from his pocket.

It was only then that Brock realized Ethan's attire, gritted his teeth, and did not speak.

After playing with the police badge in his hand for a while, he reluctantly pressed it on the table and pushed it forward.

Brock pursed his lips, staring blankly at the silver police badge.

The place fell silent.

After a while, Brock touched his forehead and said helplessly, "Are you sure?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Hood resigned, Ethan immediately followed.

If it weren't for the addition of Bunker, the police station would immediately return to their original shape and return to the original appearance of the three people.

Ethan shrugged: "Yes."

"Why?" Brock said angrily, "Is it because of the position of sheriff?"

"Don't think too much." Ethan waved his hand quickly:
"This is my personal decision and you will find out later."

"As for the sheriff, I believe that you will be a good sheriff, and you will be a good sheriff."

Hearing that it was a personal reason, Brock couldn't say anything more.

He stood up and stretched out his arms: "It is my honor to work with you. If there is a chance, the Banshee Town Police Department welcomes you back at any time."

Ethan nodded heavily and clenched his hand:
"Thanks, I'll remember."

He picked up the duty bag at his feet and handed it to Brock. He put the gun and all the police equipment in it.

Brock patted the bag and sighed.

Ethan opened the bag, took out a cardboard box from inside, and walked outside.

Lifting the door curtain, Ethan smiled helplessly when he saw Emmett, a big and honest man still standing there blankly.

(End of this chapter)