My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

In the living room of the house, there was deathly silence.

"Ah~~~"

A few seconds later, Chloe and Bellis came back to their senses and screamed piercingly one after another.

"Fake."

Ethan felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and frowned.

At the same time, it was also possible to feel that Taylor's body was trembling constantly.

He wanted to stand up, but his body couldn't move. Taylor hugged him tightly and shook his head wildly at him.

Where did she go through such a scene, the cat's head in the morning has already made people extremely frightened.

Now encountering an explosion again, he would be frightened out of his wits.

Now, Ethan means a sense of security to her, and she is unwilling to let go.

"never mind."

Ethan patted her on the shoulder: "I'll go over and check the situation."

The gentle voice made Taylor relax.

After hesitating for a moment, she let go of her hand and curled up on the sofa.

Hank was also stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he walked over quickly.

The three guards in the house also ran over nervously, their faces shocked.

"Back off."

Ethan took out his police badge and signaled them to get out of the way.

Miraculously, the security guard at the center of the explosion was still alive and moaning in pain.

His body was splattered with cake crumbs, and a splinter of an acrylic panel stuck to his shoulder.

This is the most serious injury he has received, and the blood is slowly flowing out.

"Calm down, you're fine."

Ethan knelt down on one knee and slapped the man's face: "I'll call an ambulance right now."

"Can't call an ambulance."

After all, the security guard was a professional, and quickly realized that his body hadn't suffered much damage. He shook his head and said, "That will bring Miss Taylor a lot of trouble."

This work is excellent.

At this time, I still think about problems for the employer.

But just now, he didn't even take an inspection, he came in with a bomb, and his professionalism needs to be improved.

Hank frowned and took out his phone, he decided to call someone over.

Now that bombs are involved, the level of danger has skyrocketed, and this is not something that can be easily resolved.

"Please."

Chloe was still in shock, but she still didn't forget her professionalism, and hurried forward to stop Hank: "This kind of thing can't be publicized, please, if it's difficult, I'll call your chief and ask him to help coordinate. "

"I know what to do."

Hank said in a deep voice: "It's an explosion now. I need manpower, understand?"

"Don't worry, if this matter gets to the ears of the media, it will definitely not be done by my people."

"That's fine." Chloe had no choice but to let go of Hank's arm.

The current situation is completely beyond her ability, and she can only rely on the other party.

As for the private security hired, if it wasn't for a short while, she wouldn't be able to find someone to take over, she would have thought of firing all of them.

No matter what the reason is, as long as this kind of thing happens, they must bear the responsibility.

Hank thought about it and made two calls.

He knew the reason why the director asked him to come over, and he also understood the situation of the other party, so he just called someone he could trust.

"It's just a warning."

Ethan took out a glove from his pocket and picked up a small piece from the injured security guard.

Dust the cake on top and toss it to Hank:
"What does this look like to you?"

"fur?"

Hank rubbed it in his hand a few times, and replied doubtfully.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's cat skin." Looking at Chloe, Ethan frowned and asked, "Can I compare it with what you have in your hand?"

"no problem."

Chloe hurriedly walked to the side, avoiding several security personnel, and took out the photo from her pocket.

Ethan and Hank walked over together, comparing the fur on their hands.

The cat's head in the photo is the same as the one in my hand, both yellow and black, almost the same color.

I can confirm that it is the cat.

Assistant Bellis also came over and sat down with Taylor. The three women, including Chloe, looked at Ethan.

"According to my guess, the suspect put a small bomb into the cat's body."

Ethan twitched his lips and said, "Through a certain method, detonate the bomb and blow up half the cat and the cake together."

"vomit!"

Thinking of what he said, and looking at the bloodshot fur in Hank's hand, Bellis quickly picked up the trash can and vomited.

Taylor and Chloe were pale, but they could still hold on.

Regardless of Bellis, Ethan continued: "The other party must have experience in contact with dangerous substances, and the dosage is very well controlled."

"Remember what I just said? It's a warning to your reactions today."

Not only Taylor, but Chloe also recalled what Ethan said upstairs just now.

[I will definitely do something again to let you know what it means to be afraid. 】

At that time, I thought he was playing tricks, but I didn't expect it to come true so quickly.

After briefly explaining the situation to them, Ethan grinned and took off his coat, which was covered with cake crumbs.

Throwing the coat aside, he reached behind him.

"Let me do it."

Seeing that he failed to catch a few times, Taylor stood up.

The white T-shirt had already been soaked with blood, and looked a little scary.

Taylor held back his fear, held down his strong shoulder, and pulled out a bone spur on it. The blood soaked it two centimeters red.

The sharp bone spurs look extraordinarily alluring when stained with blood.

If it wasn't for the man in front of him, this bone spur would have pierced himself directly.

She swallowed, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Do you need to go to the hospital to have a look?"

"No, thank you."

Ethan nodded his thanks to her, and took the bone spur from her hand.

It should be a cat bone that was blown up and splashed everywhere. The broken part is inclined and very sharp.

He moved his shoulder again, only felt some pain, and did not feel any foreign body residue, so he was relieved.

Leaving these women on the sofa, Ethan and Hank continued their work.

Ten minutes later, Ethan wandered out from behind the house alone. After a day of wind and snow, he couldn't find any clues.

Two cars approached and stopped abruptly.

"Hey, are you doing some kind of performance art?"

Seeing that Ethan was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, Irene shook her hands and walked over swaggeringly.

Her walking posture is very recognizable, especially when she is happy.

There is only one word that stands out, pull!

"What are we doing here?" In another car, Olinsky also jumped out of the car with a twist candy in his mouth.

"Case."

Ethan waved his hands at them, and took the lead to walk into the house: "Behave normally in a while."

"why?"

Irene followed quickly: "Which big shot is it?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the bright red on Ethan's back, her voice raised a few notches.

In the shootout that happened just now, he was unscathed, but he smashed a bottle for himself, and now he is in a better position. (end of this chapter)