My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 400 Applause
Hearing his roar, all the people nearby knelt down with their heads covered.

Ethan put down his police badge and quickly approached the bus.

His muzzle was still aimed at the car, just in case a second gunman appeared.

Irene also reacted at this time, rushed forward quickly, hugged Antonio's son Diego and hid aside.

Not long after, people from the intelligence team and the patrolmen at the station also rushed to the scene.

"Diego."

Antonio yelled in horror, and when he saw his son was safe, his steps gave way and he almost fell.

Holding Diego in his arms, Antonio looked at Irene and said in a trembling voice:

"Thank you."

No matter how tough a guy is, there are always weaknesses.

The family is the most vulnerable part of Antonio.

Erin shook her head: "Don't thank me, thank that person."

Antonio looked in the direction she pointed, and Ethan was getting off the bus.

After shooting the person who kidnapped Diego, he ran into the bus with his police badge, and searched among the terrified passengers on the bus, but found no trace of the second gunman.

Jumping out of the car straddling the corpse, Ethan squatted down and poked the man's coat away with the barrel of his gun.

At his waist, there is a Colt M1911.

On the other side, there is also a dagger.

It is undoubtedly the kidnapper.

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached, and Ethan raised his head: "Sorry, I saw an opportunity, so I shot."

"fine."

Satisfied, Hank holstered the Glock: "You did the right thing."

After speaking, he stretched out his toes to hook the pistol on the kidnapper's waist, and hooked it to the ground next to him: "You saw the gangster holding a weapon and kidnapping a child."

"It was the right choice."

Several people in the intelligence team ignored the movements under Hank's feet.

This kick also helped Ethan remove the last hidden danger.

"That's right, this person is terrible, I can only do what I should do." Ethan raised his eyebrows, and stuffed the python into the holster.

We are all smart people, and it is very comfortable to deal with each other.

Ruzek saw that the head of the man on the ground was smashed, red and white splashed all over the ground, and after a while of nausea, he felt unprecedented excitement.

In his view, this is what it means to be a police officer.

After the scene was dealt with, Antonio accompanied Diego to the hospital for a physical examination, and the others returned to the police station.

As soon as Ethan walked into the reception hall, he found that everyone, including the receptionist Sheriff Pratt, was staring at him, whether they were plainclothes or patrol officers.

He stopped, wondering what was going on again.

"Clap clap clap."

Pratt put down what he was holding, raised his arms, and clapped his hands vigorously.

The others followed suit, nodding and clapping at Ethan.

The reception hall was filled with applause.

Ethan had never experienced this kind of thing, and was at a loss for a while, so he could only press down his hands again and again:
"Please, everyone, don't make fun of me."

"It's no joke."

Hank clapped his hands and walked to him: "This is a compliment to you. We need people like you who can stand up at critical moments."

"You're welcome."

Ethan smiled and bumped fists with him.

The applause stopped quickly, and everyone dispersed one after another, continuing their work.

"Hank."

Pratt picked up a small box from the side, held it in both hands, and looked at them with a serious expression.

Following the team, Ethan looked curiously into the small box, which contained a large pile of black rubber rings.

Eileen walked ahead of him, picking up a rubber band and buckling it sadly on her badge.

Seeing this, Ethan didn't ask any questions.

He picked up the rubber ring and spread it around the two corners of the badge with his fingers, adding a sense of solemnity to it.

It can be judged from the color that this is used to commemorate the deceased colleagues.

The colleague who died here was naturally Julie from the intelligence team.

Back upstairs, everyone was standing at the foot of the stairs, looking at Julie's table with complicated expressions. Yesterday they were chatting and laughing, but today they were separated by yin and yang.

The group stood there for a while, then returned to their seats one after another.

It was cool to shoot. Ethan's scalp felt numb when he saw the reports waiting to be filled out. This place is not like Banshee Town, so he can ask Alma for help.

"Let's eat something."

Just as he was burying his head in writing, a box of food was placed in front of him.

Looking up, Irene smiled at him with a flustered look.

"OK, thanks."

After a busy day, he didn't even eat dinner yet, Ethan looked at his watch, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

"You're welcome."

Erin nodded, and walked to her seat in disorderly steps.

Ethan's shot tonight not only hit the kidnapper's head, but also hit her heart.

The scene that happened was really powerful.

Sitting on the chair, she took a few breaths and forced herself to focus on the file.

Ethan gnawed on the bread, and the others were also eating fast food.

At this moment, Hank came out of the office and walked to Ethan's desk:
"Next, you have to rest for a few days."

"Administrative leave?"

"Yes."

Ethan looked around, and whispered to Hank, "It's just such a big deal, you give me administrative leave."

"Then I won't be counted when I sleep in the future."

Look at what this said, it's too insane.

The corners of Hank's eyes twitched, and he sat down on the table helplessly:
"You just came, this is a necessary process, you have to go through it."

"There will be no such good thing as paid vacation for you in the future. Also, the bureau has also arranged a psychotherapist, and you need to see it."

Seeing Ethan's complexion down, Hank quickly explained:
"Don't worry, I've already said hello, just going through the motions, and there will be no such thing in the future."

"Is the process right?"

Ethan reluctantly tore off a piece of bread and threw it into his mouth.

"That's right, it's the process."

Hank nodded, he reached out and picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth: "Then how do you usually sort out your psychological problems?"

"Just curious, nothing else."

"Guns and women."

Ethan replied casually and picked up the coffee cup.

After filling out the paperwork report, the busy day is finally over.

Everyone else was busy finishing work, Ethan went to the locker room to take a shower, and then left the police station.

He will be on vacation for the next few days, and he is not in a hurry to go home.

It happened today, he was looking for a place to drink, wandering the streets in a Dodge Challenger.

Molly's was too serious for his liking.

When he saw a bar with a red wooden door, Ethan slowed down and pulled over.

"Aleb."

Glancing at the signboard, he put both the police badge and the pistol into the space.

Pushing open the wooden door, there is not much room inside.

The walls are bare red bricks, there are several wooden tables on the left, the bar on the right, and a pool table inside.

There was also a small TV on the wall showing a football game.

There were many people scattered in the bar, including lonely drunks and groups of friends.

Ethan nodded with satisfaction, this is the ideal bar.

(End of this chapter)