My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 4 Patrol

Seeing this, Brock immediately turned on the button of the police lights and siren, and drove to follow.

The old-fashioned tubular police lights flashed red, blue and white alternately. With the sound of the siren, after more than ten seconds, the pickup truck pulled over and stopped.

The police car also stopped behind the pickup, but Brock didn't get out of the car in a hurry.

He picked up the car intercom and started shouting to the vehicle in front.

"The vehicle in front, please turn off the engine immediately, roll down the window, put the key on the roof, and accept the inspection."

After repeating the call twice, the pickup truck finally turned off, and the driver pulled out the key and put it on the roof.

The two got out of the car together, and Brock stood in front of the police car, beckoning Ethan to check.

Ethan touched the rear of the pickup truck and walked behind the driver's seat.

A white man in a yellow coat was sitting in the cab, holding the steering wheel with both hands impatiently. Ethan could smell a foul smell coming from the car.

It was just flying over the leaves, Ethan put his hands on the Glock vigilantly, and walked to the car window.

"Sir, good morning, Banshee Town Police Station, just now I noticed that you were driving irregularly and your car taillights were damaged, so I stopped you, please show me your driver's license, vehicle registration form and insurance policy."

"Fake, who are you, why have I never seen you before?"

It was the first time he encountered such an arrogant person in law enforcement, and Ethan became angry, and his tone became stiff, "Sir, can I understand that you refuse to accept the police officer's order and guidance?"

Seeing Ethan's tough attitude, the driver cursed and took out the ID from the sun visor and handed it to Ethan.

"Is the vehicle registered in your name, Mr. Cole Moody."

Ethan checked the documents and asked.

"It's me, is there anything else?" Cole became even more impatient.

Ethan ignored him, warned him to sit still, pressed the radio, and reported the license plate number and related information to Alma.

After a while, Alma's voice came from the radio, "I checked and found nothing wrong."

Pass the ID to Cole, "Mr. Moody, I have reason to suspect that you were smoking contraband in the car just now."

"Now you need to get out of the car for inspection. Are you carrying any offensive weapons on your body or in the car?"

"I didn't do anything, don't trouble me, get out of here." Cole waved his hands excitedly, obviously already high.

Seeing this, Ethan took a step back and pointed at Cole, "I warn you, don't do anything stupid, open the door and get out of the car right now."

"What happened?" Brock hurried over.

Cole cursed uncleanly, opened the car door and got out of the car, reaching out and pushing Ethan's chest.Shouted at Brock: "Brock, WTF, it's just leaves, what does this quarterback want?"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Ethan slapped Cole's hand away.

Then he punched him neatly in the lower abdomen. As the fist fell, Cole groaned and fell to his knees.

Cole struggled to stand up and fight back, but in the next second, he lay on the ground obediently with his head in his hands.

"Come on, tough guy, give me a reason to shoot." Ethan held the Glock 17 against the back of Cole's head.

Brock also rushed over. He pressed Cole to the ground, put one knee on Cole's waist, took out the handcuffs, and handcuffed him twice.

Ethan holsters the pistol and lifts Cole with Brock, pushing him against the hood of the police car.

After some searching, a few leaves were found in Cole's trouser pocket.

Ethan waved the leaves in front of Cole's eyes, and Cole just looked at him resentfully.

After reading a Miranda warning to Cole, Ethan tucks him into the back of the police car.

"Good job, are you not injured?" Brock, who was already getting older, panted heavily.

"Do you know this person?" Ethan waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"This is a small town. The Moody brothers run a furniture store in the town. They always cause trouble. They are old customers of our police station."

After talking for a few words, the two brought Cole back to the police station together.

After the matter was dealt with, they continued to patrol, and the time soon came to noon.

Brock parked the police car, beckoned Ethan to the fast food truck on the side of the road.

Tacos, hot dogs, and donuts stacked on top of each other.

American people joked that guns and donuts are the two most important pieces of equipment for American police. If you want to buy them for zero dollars, don’t rob a donut shop. That’s equivalent to charging a prison.

He ordered a hot dog, a donut and mineral water with the stall owner, and sat down on the bench next to him.

He had never eaten the donut, but it looked pretty good. It looked very tempting. He picked it up and took a bite. After chewing a few times, Ethan quickly spit it into the bag.

It's so greasy, it's so sweet that it hits the forehead.

Ethan has never liked sweets, so he quickly drank a few sips of water to suppress the sweet and greasy feeling, but Brock ate it with relish.

After lunch, they patrolled aimlessly again, and dealt with several traffic violations during the period.

While patrolling, Ethan also took out his notepad and kept writing and drawing. He had to get familiar with the local environment as soon as possible.

In the future, I will patrol alone, and if there are colleagues who need support, it will not be justified if I can't find a place for a long time.

Around 6:[-] p.m., back to the police station.

"Ethan, come down to my house, this is your first day at work, and we have prepared a welcome party for you."

Not long after he sat down, Siobhan took a document and patted it on his desk.

"Thank you, you are so kind."

"It's nothing special, just a few people from our bureau get together and grill some sausages, beef, etc. in the backyard of my house."

"07:30, don't be late, I'll send you the address later." Siobhan waved goodbye to him with a big braid.

It is relatively easy to work in a township police station. Normally, one person is on duty at the police station at night.

But if it is not a vacation, non-duty personnel cannot leave the jurisdiction too far.

In emergencies, rapid support is still required.

Because the small town police station does not have many staff, no matter what time it is, it must be ready to intervene in any emergency situation.

So they usually take the equipment home directly, including the guns.

Now Ethan's equipped car has not yet arrived, and when his police car is equipped, he can drive to and from get off work, saving even gas money.

Back home, Ethan saw that there was still time, so he sorted out an open space next to the house.

I also found some worn-out bottles and cans from home, and after placing them in the desired position, a simple shooting range was completed. In the future, I can play with guns at home when I have nothing to do. Anyway, there is only a large area around me. households, and no one will complain.

After finishing his busy work, it was almost time, so he hurriedly took a bath for himself and changed into casual clothes.

Wearing soft body armor on patrol, at the end of the day, whoever wears it knows what it feels like.

It's okay in winter, and it keeps warm by the way, and it really suffers in summer, but if you don't wear it when you are on duty, you are making fun of your own life.

He took off the holster from his duty belt and fastened it on his waist, put the police badge in his pocket, put on a light coat, and drove to Siobhan's house.

(End of this chapter)