My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 34 Golden Wood
"Hey, Ethan, take it easy."

Hood rushed over and raised Ethan's gun hand.

"This is my friend, he drank too much, don't take it to heart."

The man lying on the ground also came to his senses. He quickly put his hands on his head and lay motionless on the ground. His skillful movements made people feel distressed.

Ethan originally just wanted to scare that person and teach him a little lesson.

Hearing what Hood said, he put the gun away.

After such a fuss, the people in the bar stopped listening to the story and went off to do their own business.

"Candy, that table is mine, exchange a glass of wine for Ethan."

Seeing Candy's unhappy face, Hood scratched his head and sat next to Ethan.

His friend got up and sat down carefully, far away from Ethan.

"Sorry, I didn't know that was your friend." Ethan raised his glass, while Hood curled his lips.

"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding."

"Why does your friend look like this, I thought it was a homeless man who came in somewhere."

"It's a long story, by the way, when do you want to come back to work?"

Hood gave his friend a steady look, then quickly changed the subject.

"Just tomorrow, I have nothing to do at home." Ethan smelled the smell on his body, put down the glass in disgust, and said in a disappointed voice: "I'll go back first, see you tomorrow."

After greeting Candy, Ethan walked out of the bar, threw his coat in the trash, and drove home.

The next day, when I returned to the police station, it was still a familiar scene and a familiar person.

The difference is that as soon as they saw him return to the police station, several colleagues surrounded him and kept inquiring about the situation. It wasn't until he was slobbering dry that Alma, the most gossipy, reluctantly let him go out on patrol.

Driving past the Valley Motel, he saw a chunky figure walking by the side of the road. Ethan swung the steering wheel, and the police car stopped in front of that person.

The man walking on the side of the road saw the police car and wanted to run subconsciously as soon as he moved his feet. Then he remembered something and held back his movements.

Ethan rolled down the car window, took off his sunglasses, and waved hello to passers-by.

"Yo, you're a friend of the sheriff, aren't you?"

"It's me, officer, you can just call me Leonard"

Leonard quickly nodded and bowed, his fat face was full of smiles, his body was completely clean, he changed into a brand new tracksuit, and stepped on a pair of sneakers, looking much better than last night.

"Where are you going?" Ethan squeezed out a smile.

"Sheriff, yes, your sheriff is waiting for me in front, and I'm going to look for him now."

Leonard cautiously pointed to the parking lot in front of him, with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Okay, be careful, welcome to Banshee Town."

Ethan put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and drove away.

"Stinky cop." Leonard saw the police car go away, and spat on the ground angrily.

At noon, Ethan drove back to Myers Restaurant for lunch.

Dahlia, who hadn't seen him for a long time, saw Ethan appear, and she gave him a warm hug with surprise on her face, and took a note of the meal Ethan ordered.

After waiting for a long time, Dahlia came over with a thick burger and drink.

After putting the tray on the table, she unceremoniously sat down opposite Ethan and asked him about the San Francisco earthquake.

It wasn't until the guests next to him kept urging that Dahlia reluctantly left him.

Ethan took a sip of his drink with a headache, he would have to talk about San Francisco every time he met an acquaintance, his mouth would be exhausted.

When leaving the restaurant after lunch, Dahlia stuffed a tissue in his hand and gave him a wink.

Returning to the car with a cigarette in his mouth, he opened the paper towel with the off-duty time written on it. There was a mark of lipstick on the bottom of the paper towel. Ethan smiled, crumpled the paper towel and threw it into the trash can next to him, leaving the parking lot.

"Ethan, where are you now?"

Just as he was driving aimlessly, the radio rang, and Emmett's voice came over the blaring siren.

"Is this coming to live?"

Ethan was shocked, and quickly pressed the radio, "I'm on the east side of Highway 6."

"Very good, do you want to come over and see the big scene, I'm driving in your direction along the interstate highway now."

Ethan's curiosity was aroused, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the interstate.

When approaching the intersection, a black wild horse roared past, shaking the roadside guardrail, the speed seemed desperate.

Followed by a police car that almost occupied the entire road, its lights flickering frantically.

The state police, the county police, and their Banshee Town police car were all among them. I don't know what kind of hornet's nest the escaped man stabbed.

"Why is there such a big battle? What happened to the Mustang in front?"

Ethan slammed on the accelerator and merged into the torrent of police cars. Seeing Emmett next to him, he pressed the radio and asked.

"In the wild horse in front is a first-level wanted criminal, nicknamed Jinmu."

"You were not there before. Two days ago, this Jinmu killed two guys in Philadelphia and has been on the run. The county police stopped him just now."

Ethan instantly understood why there was such a big fight. In the United States, this kind of thing is the most provocative to the nerves of the American police. Once discovered, it is usually treated with the highest standard.

He also accelerated the speed of the car along with the traffic flow, and the body of the car vibrated when he stepped on the accelerator. He had never experienced such an exaggerated high-speed chase.

After following for a certain distance, a state police SUV skillfully rushed to the side of the Mustang, aligned its position and slammed into it with indomitable momentum.

The wild horse swayed from side to side a few times and slowed down.

The police cars behind followed one after another, and after two collisions, the Mustang rolled over on the side of the road.

The police car quickly shifted its position and surrounded the Mustang in a semicircle.

Ethan stopped the car, stood behind the door, raised his pistol and aimed at the Mustang, surrounded by the sound of slamming doors.

A South American man with a ponytail climbed out of the Mustang, holding an AK rifle in his hand, with a fierce look on his face.

Ethan fired first, and blood spattered on Kaneki's legs.

"Fuck, how dare you hit my leg."

Kaneki let out a cry of pain, and wanted to pick up the AK rifle. The next moment, there were intensive gunshots around Ethan.

He also followed the people next to him and poured out all the bullets in the pistol.

Until the gunfire stopped, Kaneki failed to raise the muzzle of the gun even half a point before dying, a gust of wind blew away the gunpowder smoke from the scene, and Kaneki fell heavily backwards.

Ethan put the Glock back into the holster. There was no need to hold the gun now, and he followed Emmet stepping on the yellow and orange shell casings.

Frowning, he and a group of colleagues watched this thug named Jin Mu. This guy would never have imagined that when he died, he would actually gain a few kilograms.

After Ethan greeted Emmett, he returned to the car.

He didn't even bother to write the accident report. He wondered if the forensic doctor would feel a toothache when he picked up the bullet for Kaneki.

(End of this chapter)