My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 45 The Crisis Emerges
The throat was almost stabbed, and there was a sharp pain in the shoulder.

The man in the suit had bloodshot eyes. He let out a low growl and instead of retreating, he rushed straight forward.

Unpredictable, Ethan was grabbed and carried away by the man in the suit.

The chairs and tables in the restaurant were overturned all the way, Ethan clenched his teeth and raised his arms, and the fork stabbed at the throbbing blood vessels on the neck of the man in the suit.

Dalia heard the sound of fighting and ran out of the operating room.

With a cry of surprise, the glass in her hand fell to the ground, and the milkshake splashed everywhere. She covered her mouth with her hands and watched Ethan and the man in the suit smash into the huge glass window of the restaurant in a mess.

There was a loud "bang", and the two of them fell out of the street along with countless glass shards.

"Just a little bit" Ethan looked at the stainless steel fork that fell to the side in frustration, and quickly pulled out the Glock 17 from his waist.

He was about to fire when he noticed that the man in the suit was also holding a pistol in his hand.

Under the threat of death, the two rolled sideways at the same time, and quickly opened the distance, while the firearms in their hands kept spitting out flames.

While firing non-stop, Ethan suddenly felt like his ribs had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the severe pain caused by the huge impact on his ribs almost made him gasp.

The man in the suit also splashed blood on his arm, and the pistol dropped from his hand.

With a muffled grunt, he rolled back twice, then quickly got up, clutched his arms and ran away desperately.

After coughing twice, Ethan gritted his teeth and stood up with his hands on the ground, and ran after him.

The man in the suit ran faster and faster, and when he turned the corner, he quickly got into a Cadillac. Ethan fired several shots at the car, and the rear tire was blown out, but the Cadillac still walked away crookedly.

Ethan stopped and knelt on one knee, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Gritting his teeth, he took off his coat and shirt, and then took off the soft body armor inside, with a deformed warhead inlaid on it.

Fortunately, besides sleeping and doing things, I have developed the habit of wearing body armor at all times, otherwise it would be useless now.

Lifting up the T-shirt, he saw a large bruise on his ribs.

He pressed the bruise with his hand, and the tingling became more intense, and even breathing was painful, and he didn't know if his ribs were broken by the impact of the bullet.

"Ethan, what's going on?"

Dahlia also ran over in a hurry at this moment, and helped Ethan up.

"I don't know either, he suddenly attacked me."

Ethan tossed the pot casually, and then asked Dahlia to help out the cell phone in the jacket pocket, and called Hood, but no one answered.

In desperation, they called Siobhan and Brock again.

Not long after, Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV police car rushed over, and Brock also drove to the scene in his private car.

"What's going on, weren't you still here just now..."

Brock stopped the car, opened the door and was about to ask, but saw Siobhan standing next to Ethan, taking notes for him and Dalia, and immediately shut his mouth.

After finishing the notes, Ethan asked Siobhan to take him to Banshee Town Hospital.

At Ethan's request, Brock escorted Dalia home with a depressed face, and he would come back to deal with the scene later.

Before getting in the car, Ethan took out his mobile phone and continued to call Hood, but no one answered.

After examination at the Banshee Town Hospital, fortunately, the rib was only fractured, not to the point of being broken.

After the treatment, Ethan took the analgesic and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Ethan woke up lying on the hospital bed, and Siobhan was sleeping soundly on the chair next to her with her clothes on. Under the sunlight, she could still see the fine fluff on her face.

Emmett's thick shoulders can be seen through the glass window, and he is standing guard outside the ward.

Ethan pulled the elastic chest strap on his body and sat up carefully.

Perhaps because of the hospital's treatment effect and my own self-healing ability, after a night's rest, I no longer feel pain when I breathe.

Although his ribs still felt uncomfortable, Ethan felt that his normal activities should be fine, but he still couldn't try strenuous exercise.

At this time, the door opened, and Hood walked in behind Emmett.

"Why are you up?" Emmet hurried to Ethan's side, his shoulder was still bandaged.

"It's okay, I'm much better now."

Looking at the tired look on his face, Ethan patted his partner on the back and said gratefully:
"Thank you, Emmet."

Emmett smiled honestly, "You're welcome, Siobhan and I took turns to take care of you, besides, you were also guarding me outside the ward the night before yesterday, but I didn't expect you to come in."

Hood took a step forward and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I turned off my phone last night."

Siobhan was also awakened by the sound in the room at this time, she rubbed her eyes and turned over to stand up.

"Why are you all here, Ethan, how do you feel now?"

"I'm much better now, Siobhan, Emmett, if it's convenient, I'd like to speak to the Sheriff."

"Okay, you guys talk, let's go out first."

Emit pulled Siobhan, who was still asleep, out of the ward and closed the door.

Hood leaned against the wall and asked solemnly: "What is the situation of the person who attacked you? The record only said that he suddenly attacked you, and then you opened fire on each other, and the suspect fled the scene in a car."

Ethan ignored Hood for a while, he felt his throat was dry and itchy.

He took out a cigarette and a lighter from the jacket next to him, and first handed it to Hood.

"I haven't smoked for many years, thank you." Hood waved his hand in refusal.

Ethan withdrew his hand, took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth. With a puff of smoke, he felt relieved.

Looking at Hood through the smoke, this tough guy usually exudes a gloomy aura. Although his face is solemn now, the gloomy aura has been swept away, and his whole state is different.

His fingers were still tapping on the wall briskly, as if the emotions accumulated for many years had been relieved.

"I want to ask you a question, do you have any impression of a man with a black spider tattoo on his neck?"

As Ethan's voice sounded, Hood's fingers that were tapping the wall stopped suddenly.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he asked dryly, "Why do you ask this question, and what does it have to do with your current situation?"

"The man I shot with last night had a black spider tattoo on his neck and spoke with an accent like a Ukrainian."

Ethan noticed that Hood's fingers were trembling slightly, and continued to speak unhurriedly:

"That person came to the Miles Restaurant at night to inquire about the police station and you, the Sheriff. When we heard that I was a police officer from Banshee Town, we started a fight. I think you, the Sheriff, must know something that I don't know. ?”

Hood's Adam's apple moved, he swallowed slowly, and said in a stiff voice:

"Give me a cigarette, thank you."

(End of this chapter)