My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 40 Infiltrate
After listening to Ethan explain the situation in the gymnasium, everyone fell silent.

"Alma, ask the county police and the FBI for support. The suspect is now kidnapping a group of students."

Brock hesitated for a moment, then pressed the radio.

While none of them would like others to interfere with their law enforcement operations, they had to call for support in some cases.

No one expected that in the gymnasium that the two suspects crashed into, there would be a group of students detained on weekends.

It was originally a simple robbery and murder case, but now the severity has risen sharply, and it has reached the point where the FBI needs to intervene.

Ethan shook his head, guessing that those two idiots are also in trouble now.

He was still about to say something, when the horn blared continuously, and a van with an antenna on the roof rushed over quickly.

There is also a line of big characters printed on the car body, "ABC TV station, live news."

"It's really a hell." Seeing a female reporter jumping out of the car with a microphone, Brock cursed secretly.

It should be that during the chase on the street before, passers-by with good deeds called the TV station for bonuses.

When this kind of thing happened, it was normal for TV stations to chase after them, but under the magnification of the camera, their actions became more restrained.

Siobhan hurriedly stepped forward to stop the female reporter, Ethan also took out the yellow and white warning tape from the police car to block the intersection, and Brock asked Alma to ask for support.

Passers-by also came to watch, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Not long after, the county police came in two cars, and a few people got off to help maintain order at the scene.

Just as Ethan was getting dizzy from the noisy scene, a black Chevrolet SUV also arrived at the scene, and the county police pulled up the police tape to let the car drive in.

The black Chevrolet stopped slowly, and a white man in a black suit who looked to be in his 30s got out of the car calmly.

"Who's in charge here?"

He glanced at the gym, then looked around and pulled up his badge. "I'm FBI Agent Dean Xavier."

"Hi Detective, I'm Officer Brock Lotters."

"Officer? Where's your sheriff?" Dean glanced at him.

"Our sheriff took leave today due to personal affairs. He is not in town now. I am currently in charge here."

Dean Xavier looked Brock up and down, and then looked at the other people in the Banshee Town Police Station. The two or three kittens in front of him made him smile, and then said with his hands on his hips:
"I happened to be nearby, and Harrisburg called me over."

"Don't worry, I have already called a SWAT tactical team from Philadelphia, and you and your people can maintain the scene well."

Brock was about to speak when the radio on his shoulder rang, "Brock, I got a call from the mayor's wife, Jenny Kendall, with a gunman asking to speak to you."

"Okay, turn around." Brock glanced at Dean, and then pressed the radio. "This is police officer Brock Lotus. Don't hurt the hostages. What can you ask for?"

"My request is very simple, give me a car with full gas and get out of the way, and I will guarantee the safety of the hostages."

"Okay, let us discuss it."

"This is not negotiating with you. In an hour, I want to see the car ready."

As soon as the voice fell, the call was hung up.

Brock's expression became serious, and Ethan walked away from behind him with his mouth pursed.

"Ethan, let me help you with the wound on your head."

Ethan stood behind Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV, letting Siobhan play with his hands, looking through Siobhan's white arms to the windows on the second floor of the gymnasium.

"What are you thinking?" Siobhan carefully put a Band-Aid on him after cleaning the wound.

Ethan raised his chin, motioned Siobhan to look up, and said in a low voice, "Let's go check it out again. If we have a chance to enter the gymnasium, I believe it will be of great help."

"It's too dangerous, and didn't the FBI call in the SWAT tactical team?"

"Don't worry, I won't take risks, and you also know that those two people are just gangsters who robbed the pharmacy. They were forced into this situation. They won't guard the inside tightly."

"This bastard treats us as odd jobs. This is our town." While Siobhan was hesitating, Brock walked over cursingly, and he glanced at Dean Xavier who was standing not far away. , said unhappily:

"Ethan, you and Siobhan go to check this building again. Every door and every window must be checked again to ensure that the two criminals inside will not have a chance to escape from other places. Report to me."

Siobhan sighed, and Ethan went around the gymnasium again, this time mainly looking for a place to break in.

When he walked to a corner behind the gymnasium, Siobhan quickly slapped Ethan's arm.

Ethan looked in the direction Siobhan was pointing at. There was a window on the second floor at this location, leaving a gap. Although the location was very high, there was a protruding corner below, which should be able to climb up.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Do you want to notify Brock first?" Siobhan looked at him uneasily and asked again and again.

"I'll let him know later, who knows how long it will take for the SWAT tactical team to come over, in case something happens in the middle, at least we can grasp the situation inside if someone goes in."

Instructing Siobhan to stand with her back against the wall and let her fold her hands on her chest,

Then Ethan undid the radio and tightened the gun belt, with the Remington securely fastened to his back, and he took a few steps back.

"Are you ready?" Ethan looked up to calculate the distance, and took another two steps back.

Seeing Siobhan nodding, Ethan didn't hesitate any more, and instantly accelerated and rushed forward with his arms open, then jumped up suddenly, kicked Siobhan's hands and jumped up with the strength of her upward support.

With a muffled grunt, his body slapped firmly against the wall, but his hands had already firmly grasped the horns.

Ethan turned his head sideways to wipe off the dust on his mouth, and then pulled his body up with both arms. One hand rested on the protruding horn, and the other hand hooked upwards. The strong core strength kept his body stable.

Under Siobhan's whispered reminder, Ethan used his boss's strength to hold his fingers firmly on the window sill. Siobhan watched nervously, for fear that he would fall.

After taking a few breaths, Ethan opened the window and rolled in.

Soon, Siobhan's cell phone rang, and she opened the text message and saw the three letters lol sent by Ethan. She was so angry that she quickly returned a few bayonets.

Ethan smiled and stuffed the mobile phone that had been set to vibrate mode in advance into his trouser pocket, and looked at the room. It was a utility room with buckets, mops and other things piled up.

He turned the doorknob lightly, making a soft "click".

The lock cylinder popped up, and the door was locked. If there is no key, it can only be opened from the inside. He waited for a while without hearing any movement, and then slowly opened the door.

As he was going out the door, he stopped, stooped and took off his boots.

Putting his boots in the utility room, Ethan gently closed the door, and tiptoed along the corridor on the second floor. There were faint shouts and curses in the distance.

(End of this chapter)