My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 324 Situation Reversal
Ethan pulled the trigger and shot the man who broke through the glass to death.

It can be seen through the radar that the last light spot close to the house has circled to the back of the bedroom, and he moved quickly into the bedroom.

A figure flashed past the window behind, and the two looked at each other.

"boom."

A headshot.

Just then, the front window was smashed and something was thrown in.

Ethan looked intently, his hairs standing on end.

C4!

He lunged at the bedroom window, shattering the glass and flying out.

Ethan rolled and fell to the ground, and rushed towards the trees behind the house with a stride.

"Boom."

A deafening explosion sounded, blowing up the entire wooden house.

Most of the roof was also torn down, and the broken planks were like bullets, crackling and hitting in all directions.

The huge shock wave knocked him over, and the trees blocked the flying debris.

But there was still a stabbing pain in the shoulder, and a table knife stuck in it.

Ethan staggered and ran to the other side, dizzy from being blown up, everything he saw was doubled, and his ears were full of screams. It was not suitable to continue fighting now.

Quickly passing through the grove, when he was on the road, a BMW drove towards him quickly.

The car braked to a stop, and a blond woman in an orange leather jacket slammed open the door. At the same time, she raised her Glock at Ethan, and shouted loudly:

"Drop the pistol."

Ethan couldn't hear what she was saying at all, but facing the threat of a gun, he could only reluctantly raise his hands.

Rivera saw the smoke and dust raised by the explosion not far away, with a trace of panic on her face.

She nervously pointed the gun at Ethan, showing her police badge, while continuing to order him to drop the pistol.

Ethan recognized the person in front of him, the immigration agent Rivera, and his hearing finally recovered, and he could vaguely hear him being told to drop the pistol.

He had no choice but to let go, and the python revolver fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, there would be a day when someone pointed at him with a police badge and pointed at him with a Glock.

Under Rivera's signal, Ethan took a few steps back.

Rivera picked up the python revolver in her hand, and waved the muzzle of the gun to signal Ethan to sit in the co-pilot.

The silver BMW raised a circle of smoke and dust, and when the man in the leather jacket ran over, he could only vaguely see the license plate number behind the smoke and dust.

"Shet."

He cursed angrily, but returned helplessly.

Sitting in the BMW, the air conditioner blew, and Ethan finally regained his composure.

The female detective next to him looked at him nervously, driving with one hand and putting one hand underneath, holding the Glock and pointing at herself.

"what's going on?"

Rivera asked hurriedly: "What happened to the explosion just now? Why are there so many gunshots? Who are you?"

"if you do not mind?"

Ethan pointed to his shoulder carefully, the other party was obviously a rookie, afraid that she might get angry.

"You'd better move slowly, don't let me misunderstand."

Rivera nodded, staring at him from the corner of her eye.

Ethan raised his arm, touched the table knife stuck on his shoulder, pinched the blade and flicked it lightly, the tip of the knife left the flesh, blood oozed out, staining the T-shirt red.

I looked at the depth of the blood on the knife, two or three centimeters, not a big problem.

He frowned slightly, and threw the sharp knife under the seat.

Rivera looked at his series of actions, feeling a little thumping in her heart. The person in front of her was too calm, not at all like a person who had just experienced gun battles and explosions.

She paid attention to Ethan, and said loudly:
"I'm Satana Rivera, an agent of the General Administration of Immigration and Customs. What happened just now?"

"Immigration?"

"Yes, if you tell me what happened, I promise not to deport you."

Rivera was keenly aware that there must be something hidden behind this matter, even if an ordinary illegal worker had a way to get a gun.There is no way to carry out the assassination smoothly.

Not to mention the huge explosion just now, none of this is simple.

"Are you sure you want to know the truth of the matter?"

Ethan took a look at her, she should be around 23 or [-] years old, and could be arranged by the boss to stay in the black house in the park in the middle of the street.

Either newcomers, or underappreciated.

Ethan smiled: "As an agent, I'm afraid you can't handle the things inside."

"It has nothing to do with you. You just need to tell the truth. I'm tired of squatting on the street every day to check for illegal workers." Rivera turned her head and said resolutely:
"And you, my friend, are the chance I've been waiting for a long time."

Ethan moved his shoulders: "It sounds like you need my help."

"Everyone is helping each other."

Rivera drove the car seriously: "Now the police in the whole state are looking for you. As long as you cooperate with my work, I promise, I will intercede for you in front of the judge."

"You're new, right?"

Ethan asked this sentence, which made Li Weila stunned for a moment.

Taking the opportunity, he stretched out his hand, grasped the Glock's sleeve in Rivera's hand like lightning, and pushed it back, tilting the muzzle of the gun to one side for safety.

At the same time, another hand was raised from behind.

Ethan had an extra Glock in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against Rivera's temple.

The silver BMW wobbled for a bit, then quickly returned to normal.

In less than a second, the situation on both sides reversed.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her head, and Rivera's throat felt thirsty.

"let go."

Ethan said calmly, "Or you can bet on whether there are any bullets in my gun."

Rivera had no choice but to let go of the handle of the gun, and said nervously: "You don't want to be a police killer, no one will let you go."

"As long as you cooperate, of course I won't kill you."

Ethan took her Glock and threw it into the storage compartment on his side.

At the same time, he lifted Rivera's jacket very skillfully, and took back the python revolver she put in the holster.

Then check her waist, and armpits.

Make sure there are no radios or other weapons before removing the muzzle from her head.

"Next time remember to put on handcuffs and search again."

Ethan put the pistol on his lap and pointed it steadily at her: "Be calm when doing things, don't get carried away."

Rivera was ashamed and angry, clutching the steering wheel with both hands.

Unexpectedly, after the situation was reversed, Ethan took the initiative to tell what happened:
"I didn't shoot the senator's shot. There was an assassin at the scene at the time. I was set up."

"The person who assassinated the senator, named Michael Booth, was the senator's campaign aide, and he didn't want the senator's life, it was all for the votes."

Rivera turned her head and blinked her eyes.

Ethan understood what she meant. Just as he was about to shrug his shoulders, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulders. He wiped the sweat off his face:

"Trust me, I didn't take you for a fool."

"Now, can you take me to your place to sit down? Miss Rivera."

(End of this chapter)