My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 755 I Admire
Cadillac's sirens and lights were all turned on, and it was rampaging on the road.

The bus must be found as soon as possible. Once the vehicle is on the expressway, the speed can be easily increased by [-] miles.

At that time, if the driver inadvertently brakes.

Thinking of this, Ethan swallowed.

"Jingle Bell."

At this time, the personal phone in his pocket rang.

Needless to say, it must be because of the explosion just now.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you." Payne's voice sounded from the tea tray next to him: "It's best to hold the steering wheel with both hands, and don't do anything stupid before getting on the bus."

Just as Ethan was about to hang up his phone, he quietly sent text messages to shake people.

Before the idea is realized, it is destroyed.

"You can see me."

He took the time to glance at the mobile phone on the tea tray, and cursed angrily: "You pervert, do you want to be so cautious?"

"Everyone is the same."

Payne said proudly: "Drive seriously, don't make any wrong ideas, I will keep an eye on you at any time."

"Remember, a dozen lives are in your hands."

"I don't understand." Ethan asked in a deep voice, "Why does it have to be me? What can you get if you let me get in the car?"

"Sheriff Ethan Morgan."

Payne murmured: "The director of the intelligence team of the 21st branch, you joined the Chicago Police Department last year. You have risen really fast."

"Honestly, I don't envy you."

"I have also served Chicago for 20 years. I admire what you have done."

"You are a good opponent." His voice became a little depressed: "If I say, I am afraid that you will ruin my business and want to trap you on the bus, do you believe it?"

"I believe."

Ethan held the steering wheel and replied in a muffled voice.

"Dudu."

The phone was hung up, and the car returned to silence.

Ethan's heart is not as calm as it looks on the surface. Apart from Hank, Pratt is the first friend he met in the police station. He usually communicates a lot at work, and the relationship between the two has always been good.

Yesterday, I went up to the Datong Room and participated in my award ceremony.

I didn't expect that she would be in deep trouble after missing her for one night. Thinking of this, Ethan stepped on the gas pedal anxiously.

The cell phone in his trouser pocket kept ringing.

Ethan pressed it casually, and glanced angrily at Payne's tampered phone.

No wonder I let myself carry it with me. This is a monitoring device. It is estimated that it can not only monitor through the camera, but also has the function of eavesdropping.

Now the initiative rests with others, and we can only see one step at a time.

The phone rang three more times, and after being cut off by himself one after another, it stopped ringing. It was rush hour, and the road was full of vehicles. Ethan only hoped that the bus would not drive onto the expressway so quickly.

Cadillac shuttled left and right, leaving cars behind.

"Still not answering the phone."

Erin looked at the phone and frowned.

"Leave him alone."

Hank's face was blue, and he moved a broken arm away: "Let's deal with the scene first and figure out what happened."

Throughout the 21-point inning, almost the whole nest was dispatched.

The explosion happened near the police station, and their people were the first to rush over.

The scene here is extremely tragic, the stumps on the ground are similar to the Shura field, it is too horrible to look at.

Director Perry is on the phone with a dark face in the distance.

The bus was still burning, surrounded by patrol cars and sirens blared.

The lights come on, almost turning into an ocean of blue.

A civilian police officer stepped on a limp intestine, covered his mouth and ran to the side, vomiting violently.

Looking at the bloody street, Irene was at a loss.

Unable to contact Ethan, it seems that they have lost their backbone. The entire intelligence team doesn't know what they are busy with.

She gritted her teeth and frowned.

Ethan has never been so unreliable, basically he can be contacted at any time for anything.

I don't know what he was doing now, and hung up the phone several times in succession.

"Hey."

At this time, a police officer came over, he looked at Irene and asked, "You are from the intelligence team, right?"

"That's right." Erin nodded.

The policeman wiped his hair that was drenched in blood, and said breathlessly: "When the explosion happened, I saw your sheriff. He was right where you are standing now."

Just now I thought it was because he was still sleeping, or he was late for work.

Unexpectedly, it was here when the incident happened.

The few people next to him looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"What about others?"

Rusek next to him hurried forward and grabbed the policeman by the collar.

"Hey, let go." Hank strode forward, yelled at Rusek to let go, and then looked at the officer and said, "Sorry, he was just worried about what would happen to Sheriff Morgan, did you see what he was doing at the time ?”

"Of course I saw it." The police officer said with a little dissatisfaction:
"After the explosion, two colleagues and I rushed forward to help. When we turned around, we saw him getting into the car while talking on the phone."

"He just drove away as if nothing happened here."

"What do you mean?" Atwater heard his shady words, clenched his fists angrily, his eyes widened, and he was about to step forward.

"It was."

The policeman muttered again, but found that several people around him looked at him unkindly, and left in a hurry.

"He's not that kind of person." Irene stared at Hank:

"I suspect he found something, and what he found was related to this bombing."

"of course."

Hank nodded: "Of course I know what kind of person he is."

Greedy, lustful, violent, loyal, this is the Ethan that Hank knows, not only that, the Ethan he knows will never leave this tragedy and leave inexplicably, the other party still has the most basic sense of justice .

"There was no evidence at the scene."

Hank seemed to take over the intelligence team again, and he said hoarsely: "No one jumped out to take responsibility."

"The only exception is your sheriff."

"Turn around, track the location of his car, and find out where Ethan is."

There are positioning systems on their vehicles.

Now I have to find a way to find someone and figure out what's going on. I don't answer the call and hang up every time. This is very abnormal.

"receive."

"understood."

The six members of the intelligence team immediately got into the car and hurried back to the police station.

In the city center, both the roads entering and exiting the city are slightly congested.

Ethan glanced at his watch, nine twenty, only one hour four ten minutes away from the time given by Payne, the time was urgent.

This time can only be recovered by oneself.

Payne had almost nothing, he didn't care about these things at all, and if this car was bombed, he would find another one.

For him, this is a gamble.

But he couldn't lose, he was right, there were more than a dozen lives in the car waiting for him to save.

Looking up, a bus is passing over the bridge.

2525.

Above is the fast track, Ethan patted the steering wheel hard, the bastard had already calculated that he would not be able to catch up.

And looking at the speed, it was already close to fifty miles.

"Drip drip."

The circular auxiliary road that turned onto the bridge was blocked, and the driver who was in a hurry to travel was honking his horn non-stop.

"Boom."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator, and the Cadillac's tires ran directly over the green belt.

(End of this chapter)