My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 5
At an intersection, the red light came on, and Ethan stopped the car slowly.

With a roar, a red Dodge Challenger stopped beside him, and the huge sound wave shook his window glass slightly trembling.

Ethan frowned and pressed the window, making the sound even more noisy.

Seeing him looking over, the caucasian boy with dreadlocks provocatively hit the gas pedal twice.

"Hey, boy, look at your broken car. Do you want to compare it? It's useless to be handsome. A man depends on his strength." The dreadlocked boy yelled at him.

The blond girl on the co-pilot also screamed and winked at Ethan.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled up the jacket with both hands sideways and shook it vigorously.

The American folk customs are so sturdy.

Ethan gasped, he was being despised.

Unable to provoke him, he could only turn around, silently took out the police badge from his pocket, and played with it on the steering wheel.

The music in the car next to it stopped abruptly, and a gust of evening wind blew over, chilling the whole body, and immediately felt much quieter.

When the green light came on, Ethan glanced at the two obedient babies beside him who dared not move, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and after the tires rubbed wildly for a few laps, he quickly left the Dodge Challenger behind.

A few minutes later, seeing several police cars parked next to the house, Ethan knew he had found the place.

Find a place to park the car, grab the red wine on the passenger side, and ring the doorbell.

A moment later, Siobhan opened the door, still holding a barbecue tong in her hand.

"Ethan, the time is just right, I hope you are already hungry."

Ethan smiled and handed over the red wine, "Of course, what delicious food have you prepared?"

"Come in, Emmett and the others are already here." Siobhan took the red wine and invited Ethan into the room.

At this time, the sky had not completely turned dark, and a few strings of light bulbs had been turned on in the backyard. Emmett and a white woman sat at an outdoor dining table, and the two hugged each other intimately.

Brock stood in front of the oven and fumbled frantically. The steaks and sausages on top were bubbling with oil, and the whole backyard was filled with a tempting aroma.

Ethan said hello to Brock, and then sat down at the outdoor table.

"Ethan, this is my wife, Meg Youngs." Emmett introduced the white woman beside him to Ethan, with a happy smile on his face.

Ethan looked at Meg and exclaimed: "Emmet, you are a lucky guy."

"Thank you, nice to meet you, Ethan"

Meg handed Ethan a drink, "I heard from Emmet that you captured Cole Moody today."

"Yes, that idiot, flying leaves while driving, hey, luckily we found out early and didn't let him cause any traffic accidents."

Ethan took a sip of the drink. The freshly squeezed orange juice tasted very good.

"You have to be careful these few days. The Moody brothers usually like to make trouble everywhere, so be careful that they make trouble for you." Meg said a little worried.

"Don't worry about it, I believe they won't be that stupid." Ethan patted his waist lightly with his hands.

Siobhan also sat down next to Ethan, and they chatted together.

Since coming to Banshee Town, Ethan still feels a little lonely in his heart.

After all, this is a completely foreign world to him.

Chatting with them now, talking about trivial things at work, made him feel like he was really beginning to integrate into the world.

Not long after sitting down, Brock, wearing an apron, shouted: "Guys, dinner is ready, I hope you all have a good appetite."

He held up a huge tray with both hands, and put it in the middle of the table with difficulty, and it was piled full of barbecues.

"Thank you, Brock."

Ethan picked up the plate, caught a large piece of beef rib that Siobhan had picked up, smelled it, gave Brock a thumbs up, quickly cut off a piece with a knife and fork, and ate it.

With the end of the simple training period, the police station's vehicles for Ethan also came down.

There is no doubt that it is a Ford Crown Victoria, and its durable performance makes it the first choice of police vehicles in the United States.

The bodywork is standard police livery, with the Bansheetown Police Department logo painted on the doors.

After Siobhan reminded him, he realized that only the front doors of the police car were equipped with bulletproof steel plates.

In the event of a firefight, it is best to use the front door as a cover to protect yourself. The vehicle itself, except for the engine and wheels, can be easily penetrated by slightly larger caliber firearms.

For supporting firepower, he chose a shotgun, the Remington M870 police version, with a dark gun body, simple lines, and great power. He fell in love with it immediately, and it was a childhood complex.

The reality is no different than CS, the Remington m870 can be called the king of close combat, and it is also a weapon for breaking the door.

It is extremely practical, and it is also the first choice for many police support firepower.

Putting the loaded Remington M870 into the gun box in the trunk, he drove away from the police station to go on patrol.

On the first day of patrolling alone, he was in a good mood, and he even missed a few tickets.

Just as he was smoking and fishing in a remote corner, the radio on his shoulder rang.

"Ethan, I received a call to the police. The caller claimed that he was threatened by his ex-husband. Siobhan has already passed by. You should rush to support."

Stamping out the cigarette butt, Ethan pressed the radio, "Okay, Alma, I'll go over right now."

Turning on the police lights, Ethan quickly arrived at the address of the caller.

Siobhan had arrived and was pounding his shoulder against the door.

Ethan got out of the car, heard the screams coming from the house, opened the trunk of the car without hesitation, took out the shotgun, and came to the door.

"Siobhan, get out of the way." After waving his hand to let Siobhan get out of the way, Ethan raised his gun to the door lock and pulled the trigger.

With a loud "bang", the door lock was directly broken.

When he raised the muzzle of his gun, Siobhan pulled out his gun, kicked open the door and rushed in.

Ethan also immediately pulled the pump stock, ejected the cartridge case and reloaded it, and walked into the house with Remington in his hand.

In the living room, Siobhan was pointing a gun at a white man who was lying on the ground with his head in his hands.A blood-stained wooden stick was thrown on the ground nearby.

"Ethan, how about you go and see how that lady is doing?" Siobhan didn't look back.

A woman in white clothes who was still in shock was sitting slumped next to the sofa, with blood dripping from her forehead.

Ethan hurriedly stepped forward to check, and after confirming that there were no fatal injuries, he pressed her shoulder and asked.

"How are you feeling, ma'am?"

The woman in white choked up and said, "I'm fine, can you inform my family for me?"

"No problem, please wait a moment, I will call an ambulance for you first."

Feeling like she's okay emotionally, Ethan hits the radio

"Alma, arrange for an ambulance to report injuries at the scene."

Siobhan had already put handcuffs on the white man at this time. Seeing the reporter's appearance, she was so angry that she tightened the handcuffs tightly.

(End of this chapter)