My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 9 Administrative Leave
The next morning, Ethan woke up and went to the kitchen after exercising as usual.

Open the refrigerator and take out the steak that Proctor sent last night.

Sprinkle some spices on top to marinate, then turn on the gas stove and put the pan on.

When the pan was burning with white smoke, he cut a small piece of butter and threw it into the pan.

After the butter melted, he used tongs to put the thick steak into the pan. With a sizzling sound, the aroma wafted out of the pan. After frying it back and forth for a few minutes, he put it on a plate and started eating.

When he came to the police station after breakfast, Alma handed him several documents immediately.

Accident report form, state surveillance form, firearm use form.

Ethan struggled to fill in the information while scratching his head. Seeing his headache, Siobhan stretched out his foot and kicked him.

"If you find it troublesome, you can ask Alma to help. After the matter is over, just buy her a bottle of wine to express your gratitude."

This is a good way, Ethan decisively picked up the file and walked to the front desk.

After the matter was settled, Ethan answered the call to the police in a bored manner.

"Ethan, haven't you gone back yet?"

Brock returned to the police station and saw Ethan asking curiously.

"Go back? Where am I going?" Ethan was puzzled.

"Administrative leave, you go back to rest, you will not be able to go to work until the results of the investigation of the Cole case by the District Attorney's Office are all right."

"By the way, do you want the bureau to arrange psychological counseling for you?"

When he heard about the vacation, he slipped out decisively. Cole shot and attempted to murder Proctor in the crowd last night in public. The prosecutor Gordon was also at the scene. It is estimated that the vacation will not be too long.

As for psychological counseling, I am not that fragile, so I refuse it decisively, why find someone to dissect my psychology if I have nothing to do.

Ever since he traveled to this world, Ethan has been working all the time, and now he is suddenly on vacation, and he doesn't know what to do.

After driving around in the police car for a few minutes, Ethan decided to go home and change his uniform and police car.

Otherwise, wherever you go, you will feel like you are on patrol, no different from going to work.

When I got home, I changed my clothes and put the police badge and gun on my body as usual.

Although it is more convenient to put the gun in the space, and it does not affect the action, but the guy is pinned to the waist, it feels different.

When you meet someone who seeks revenge, and sees that you have a guy on you, you will think about it in your heart.

After driving the Ford F150, he thought about it for a while and decided to buy a gun. Now he only has one gun with him, so he feels insecure, and the firepower at home needs to be replenished.

Oak Street, Old Sam's Fish and Game.

Ethan parked the car, opened the door and went in, the copper bell above the door was hit, making a crisp sound.

"Welcome, old Sam's Fish and Game."

An old man with a white beard and a cowboy hat stood behind the counter. He saw Ethan enter the door, greeted him, and continued to disassemble a gun.

The wall behind the white-bearded old man is covered with various rifles and shotguns, and there are various pistols and knives on the counter.

Ethan walked around the store and came to the counter.

"Officer, is there anything I can do for you?" The old man put down the parts in his hand and looked at Ethan with a smile.

Ethan was a little puzzled, and looked down. During the vacation, he didn't wear the police badge on his body.

The old man with the white beard stretched out his hand and pressed the cowboy hat. "This is a small town. I saw you last night. You have good marksmanship. Just call me Sam."

"Thank you." Ethan found a chair and sat down.

After some selection, Ethan bought a 6-inch Python revolver and an M4A1.

After filling out the relevant documents, Sam told Ethan that he could pick up his gun in the afternoon. As a law enforcement officer, he didn't have to go through the same procedure as ordinary people to buy a gun.

Ethan left the fishing and hunting shop, still a little worried, the gun he bought was barely enough for self-defense.

But you can't wait for Brother Moody to come to your door, that's too passive, and if you are not careful, you can easily lose your life.

Ethan decided to act first, but in this case, he had to find a way to find a black gun. The gun he bought could only be used for self-defense and could not be used for other things. It would be troublesome if it was found out.

At this time, a BMW roared past him, and a young lady leaned out from the sunroof, leaving behind a series of wanton laughter.

The little freckles on her face are clearly the District Attorney's daughter Tifa.

Ethan remembered one thing. In the play, Hansen, Proctor's subordinate, used a few of their little sisters to pull heads to prepare a rave party, and used them to sell the meatballs he made privately.

Are they going to Hansen's meatball workshop now?Ethan hurriedly drove to follow.

It should be easy to find a black gun in that kind of place.

After driving along a remote country road for more than ten minutes, I saw the BMW in front turning into a side road from a distance, and the smoke and dust raised by the wheels also stopped.

Ethan slowed down the car and continued to drive a few hundred meters, found a hidden corner and parked the car.

After a while, he came to a dilapidated house on foot, and Ethan knelt down and hid behind the bushes to observe for a while. The BMW car was parked at the door of the house just now, and there were several cars parked beside it.

There was a faint sound of music coming from the house, and this should be Hansen's small workshop.

Not seeing any guards, Ethan was about to touch it when another car drove up, and he stopped quickly.

A dry and skinny white man got out of the car shaking his head. Behind the small wood pile next to the door, a bald man suddenly stood up and stopped him. After talking with each other, they walked into the house.

Ethan rolled up his sleeves and wiped off the sweat from his forehead, carefully walked around the side of the house with the gun in hand.

Approaching the house, Ethan saw a window with a slit open. He bent down and walked under the window, and carefully opened the window slit a little. The music in the room became louder and louder.

Through the gap, I saw the two people lying slumped on the bed in the room, obviously they were too high to wake up.

Without further ado, Ethan immediately opened the window, grabbed the window sill with both hands, turned over and crawled into the room.

When he landed, he stepped on a slowly twisting massage stick, which startled him. Ethan kicked it aside in disgust, and searched carefully.

Inside the clothes on the ground, only a few crumpled banknotes and a few cases were found.

Outside the door, heavy footsteps could be heard from time to time.

He looked at the two snoring people on the bed, came to the table beside the bed, and slowly pulled out the drawer.

Inside the drawer, pistols and magazines were placed in a mess, and there were several stacks of neatly stacked Franklins beside them.

Ethan reached out and touched an M1911, retracting it into space with another magazine, and touched a box of 45 Colt bullets.

Looking at the stacks of Franklin, he hesitated and decided to give up.

There will be opportunities in the future, so keep a low profile now.

For these drug dealers, a gun is missing, maybe they don’t take it seriously, maybe their companions took it and used it, and the money is gone, so there must be a quarrel.

Having got what he wanted, Ethan stopped rummaging and jumped out of the house from the window.

(End of this chapter)