My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 758 I Seemed To Be Shot
"Are you sure?"

The driver asked in a trembling voice, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"Remember, fifty miles."

Ethan wiped his sweat and patted the driver on the shoulder.

"Hey."

A dissatisfied shout sounded: "What are you two talking about?"

"Hello, sir, I'm talking to you."

Ethan turned around and looked at the person who spoke.

It was the woman in the floral skirt. She stood up and said excitedly, "It doesn't matter whether you are a policeman or not, and whether you were crazy just now, why did you do such a thing and put all of us in danger."

"ladies and gentlemen!"

Ethan took two steps forward to meet the eyes of most people in the car: "This is the Chicago Police Department, Sheriff Ethan Morgan."

"hello."

The woman in the floral skirt shook her short brown hair, trying to keep smiling: "No matter what policeman you are, I'm talking to you."

"You sit down for me!"

Ethan waved his arms and roared at the short-haired woman, "When I let you speak, you will have a chance."

Originally, I took the risk of being bombed to come up, and I felt depressed for a while.

The situation in the future will only be worse than it is now.

If you don't take the initiative as soon as possible, it will definitely be a disaster if more than a dozen people talk about it.

The woman jumped out and gave herself a chance to shock everyone.

Xiao Zhan's aura was released, and the short-haired woman sat back in her seat in fright, but she was a little dissatisfied and raised her stubborn chin.

"I repeat, this is the Chicago Police Department."

Ethan walked forward slowly, and he looked at everyone in the car: "There is an emergency on this bus, I need everyone to sit in their seats, don't move around, and stay calm."

Inside the carriage, there are men and women.

There are old people, and there are laborers who come out to work early in the morning.

There was a trace of panic on their faces, and they were all looking at Ethan helplessly, trying to figure out what happened.

"matter."

Ethan was about to continue talking when a middle-aged man sitting at the back suddenly stood up.

His eyes were fierce and his arms were raised.

A small silver revolver was held in the hands of this middle-aged man.

Depend on!
Ethan shuddered all over, and pulled out the python with a swish.

Last come first, trigger pulled.

"Bang bang bang."

The warheads shuttled in mid-air and flew towards the opposite direction respectively.

After the man fired a shot, blood sprayed continuously from his body. Ethan leaned forward and kept pulling the trigger, and the python's revolver sprayed gunfire.

He fired five shots and rushed to the man.

The slender gun barrel also pressed against his forehead, and the eyes of the two collided.

"boom."

With the last gunshot, there was a small hole in the rear window glass, and then it was covered with red and white.

"Doom."

The middle-aged man fell backwards and fell heavily on the aisle of the bus.

"Ethan?"

In the deathly silent bus, a low cry sounded.

In the back corner, Pratt was awakened by the gunshots. She looked over blankly, as if dreaming: "Why are you here, why am I here?"

"Also, what is this place?"

"Ah!" The people in the bus came back to their senses. Some screamed, and some shrank their bodies and looked at the corpse on the ground in horror.

"To shut up!"

Ethan had a headache and scolded, "Quiet me up."

The current sentence is much more effective than before.

It's just that there is another person talking.

"Officer." A muffled groan came from the driver's seat behind, "I seem to have been shot."

As the driver's voice fell, the bus suddenly swayed, and the violent shaking knocked Ethan down. The people in the seats were caught off guard, and they all swayed to and fro, screaming everywhere.

"Boom."

A Honda passing by was hit hard and spun twice before coming to a stop on the road.

The bus continued to rush to the side.

The vehicles behind were so frightened that they gave way one after another, and the horns and shouts sounded one after another.

A few meters away is the soundproof wall of the road.

As soon as I saw it, I was about to hit it.

The afro driver tried desperately to turn the steering wheel back, but the severe pain in his body made his eyes go black for a while.

At this time, he still remembered pressing the gas pedal.

At this critical moment, the short-haired woman closest to the driver flew forward. She grabbed the driver's left arm and pulled it back hard.

The steering wheel returned to normal and the vehicle began to turn on the road.

"boom."

The right rearview mirror hit the wall and was instantly shattered.

The car body scraped, bringing up a stream of sparks.

"Are you crazy?" The short-haired woman held onto the steering wheel in shock, she stretched out her foot and was about to put on the brake: "It's still accelerating, you're dying, stop quickly."

"Can't stop!"

Ethan supported the back of the chair and roared, "The vehicle will explode."

At this time, it is impossible not to say anything.

The short-haired woman's scalp went numb for a while, and she didn't dare to step on her feet.

"Come here." The explosive headache was unbearable, and he grabbed the short-haired woman with sweat profusely: "This is the accelerator, just remember this."

"Ok."

Before the short-haired woman could react, she sat in the driver's seat and took over the steering wheel.

She swallowed and looked forward.

Noticing that the steering wheel was covered with sweat stains, she rolled up her sleeves and wiped them quickly.

"Pratt, come and help."

Ethan stepped forward quickly, and hugged the afro-haired driver onto the seat behind the driver's seat.

"So what happened?"

Pratt leaned on the back of the chair and staggered over: "I just remember my head hurting when I went out, and I couldn't think of anything."

"lady?"

The driver pressed the position of the right shoulder blade, gasped and said, "Are you a policeman too?"

"Your husband said that you were too tired and told you to take a good rest. He would help wake you up when you got to the airport, and then he got off the car halfway."

"Waterfa?"

Pratt paused to check his wound and looked at Ethan in surprise.

"It's Payne."

Ethan patted her on the shoulder, and said to the people who were hurriedly sitting in the car, "That's right, there is a bomb in this car."

"Just slow down, boom!"

"As long as someone gets out of the car, boom!"

"You must be lying." A middle-aged woman stood up tremblingly: "Why did you come here alone? It's unreasonable."

She tried to deny it with her mouth, but her body's reaction couldn't be faked.

"You know I'm not lying to you."

Ethan replied to her, grabbed the armrest again, and took out the mobile phone from his pocket angrily: "Payne, I know you can hear it, you don't keep your word, do you still want to get that money? "

"Everyone is a trustworthy person. If you do this, I guarantee you won't get 300 million."

"In this life, you will never have a chance to stand up!"

He himself is a shareholder of the casino, and he knows that the biggest psychological weakness of these gamblers is that they are afraid that they will sink for the rest of their lives without a chance to stand up.

"Fakyu, Payne."

He cursed at the phone again: "I'm going to jump out of the car desperately now, and you can go to the trash can and eat in the future."

"Jingle Bell."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.

(End of this chapter)