My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 763 The effect is good
Several cars were driving fast on the road.

Sirens buzz and blue lights flash.

Ignore any traffic rules, just rush to the destination as fast as possible.

When I came to the evidence, I looked at the broken bricks on the ground, and the drivers stepped on the brakes one after another. There was a sound of closing the door, and the dense footsteps ran towards the place caused by the explosion, and then stopped one after another. down.

Two patrolmen with pale and blue faces were pulling the cordon.

Judging by the expression, it may spit out at any time.

The old god Ethan was squatting on the ground on the curb basking in the sun, with white smoke coming out of his mouth.

"You guys came here so fast." After flicking the cigarette ash, he waved to everyone and said hello: "But I don't recommend you go in, let's talk about it after the bomb disposal team comes over."

Seeing his relaxed and calm appearance, the people headed by Hank had strange expressions on their faces.

In Ethan's other hand, he was holding a severed arm.

A small pool of blood dripped on the ground, matching his expression of comfortably smoking a cigarette.

This picture is really too inconsistent.

When they saw the detonator in the hand of the broken arm, everyone finally understood why he was holding on to the stump.

"understood."

Hank nodded and urged with the walkie-talkie.

Seeing him like this, Hank immediately understood that everything inside had been resolved, and now he just needed to deal with the aftermath.

"Aren't you hurt?"

"How did you know Payne would come here?"

"Please, say hello anyway."

"That's right, you don't know how worried we are!"

Everyone in the intelligence team stepped forward one after another, chatting with concern.

"Sorry, sorry." Ethan shrugged and smiled helplessly: "It's my fault, please step aside, I just want to bask in the sun for a while."

"asshole."

Irene scolded him in a low voice, walked to the side, and squatted down with both legs like Ethan.

The next moment, she fell backwards.

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter at the scene of this supposedly serious bombing.

This burst of laughter made the nearby patrolmen look sideways.

Ethan curled his lips, watching these idiots learn their posture and do Asian squats, and then fell down awkwardly one by one.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Swish!
Hot water dripped from the shower, hitting the body to remove the blood.

Everyone on the bus was successfully rescued.

Exactly at eleven o'clock, the bomb exploded unceremoniously, startling the survivors, and then cheering and huddled together.

After learning about the situation over there, Ethan didn't have time to rest. Accompanied by Director Perry, he went to the headquarters to explain the whole matter clearly. However, he didn't suffer any troubles.

Can board the bus under the death threat of the bomb and stabilize the situation on the bus.

Then do it yourself to get rid of the bomber.

With these, he is now the hero of the Chicago Police Department. Although the method of killing Payne was somewhat cruel, but now, those are some small issues that are not worth mentioning, and can be suppressed at will.

The Chicago Police Department only needs to let the outside world know that this time, they once again successfully resolved the bomb crisis.

After tossing about at the headquarters for more than half an hour, I finally came back to wash up now.

He took a handful of hot water and wiped his face vigorously.

The movements of his hands suddenly stopped. At this time, everyone else was busy with the aftermath. He was the only idler. Who else would come to the bathroom in the locker room at this midday.

The light spot was approaching, walking straight in his direction.

Ethan grabbed the python on the bracket and moved it to the corner of the shower.

"Shh."

The shower curtain was pulled open, and a beautiful figure appeared outside.

"God."

Burgess was taken aback by the black muzzle of the gun: "Damn it, do you take the gun with you when you take a shower?"

"got used to."

Ethan put the python aside with a smile, and sprayed shower gel on his body: "Don't you need to deal with things?"

"By the way, overturn those two patrol cars."

"The police officer above, what's the situation now?"

"It's okay, I'm in the hospital now, it's just a broken bone." Burgess patted her chest, trembling for a while, she stuck out her tongue and said, "I was right there at the time, it scared me to death."

Her eyes drifted away, looking at Ethan's strong body covered in white foam.

Burgess bit his lip, and quickly glanced aside: "I came back some time, to see if you are okay, and I have to go to the hospital to visit Sergeant Pratt in a while."

"Pratt hurt?"

Ethan stopped what he was doing and asked inexplicably.

"No."

Burgess shook his head quickly: "Routine physical examination, you understand."

"I'll go first." She was a little ready to move, but she pressed the thought in her heart: "Otherwise someone will come in later."

"what!"

Burgess exclaimed and was dragged in by Ethan.

Fortunately, before she came in, she stuffed all the equipment on her body into the locker, and now she was only wearing a patrol uniform, otherwise, the splashing water would have wetted her equipment.

"What do you want to do?" Burgess was pressed against the wall and struggled lightly, "This is the police station."

"I know."

Ethan took off the shower, and the water splashed directly onto her patrol uniform, revealing the black lace.

"Damn it." Burgess snorted:
"This is the locker room."

"You ran in by yourself, you can't blame me." Ethan reached forward with one hand, pressed the head of her belt, and flicked it lightly: "I'll check for you too, to see if there is any injury."

Ten seconds later, Burgess was just wearing a wet short-sleeved police uniform.

"Well!"

She took a breath, opened her white teeth, and bit the strong shoulder opposite.

Half an hour later, Ethan stood by the window of the office, rubbing his shoulders and looking ahead.

Not far away is the evidence office.

Through the gaps in the shade of the trees, I saw a dozen colleagues busy.

Such a deep tooth mark, Burgess really bit to death, he grinned, and withdrew his hand from his shoulder.

As one of the parties involved, he was left by Hank to rest at the police station.

Leave the rest to others.

The beheading just now made Hank force him to stay in the office and let him have a good rest. Fortunately, with the help of Burgess, the relaxation effect was good.
Ethan picked up the remote control and turned on the newly bought TV hanging on the sofa.

What happened has long attracted the attention of the media. The local news stations are all reporting on the incident. A large number of reporters surrounded the Chicago Hospital.

It's a good thing to hide at this time.

Sit on the office chair, switch to massage mode, close your eyes and listen to the situation on the TV.

"Jingle Bell."

I don't know how long it took, but a phone ringing woke him up.

He opened his eyes suddenly and stared at the phone on the table.

He came back to his senses in an instant, now that Payne's deadly call no longer existed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed the phone.

(End of this chapter)