My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 933: It’s none of my business (two in one)

"I am fine."

Ethan patted Kate's butt and said to Matt: "But I don't know if the people in the car are okay."

Hearing this, Matt realized something was wrong.

Sandro sat in the car with his head drooping and never got out of the car.

"What's up with him?"

Matt ran over quickly and took a breath when he saw Sandro covered in blood.

"Shet."

He raised his hand, about to slap him.

"If you dare to hit me, I will cut off your hand." Sandro had already woken up just now, and he said weakly: "Why do you bastards always have to hit me in the face?"

"damn it."

Matt hugged him so happily: "I thought what I brought back was your body."

While pulling, pressure hit the wound.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."

Sandro's cold sweat became more intense, and he trembled and said: "If you don't let go, you will really be a corpse."

"rest assured."

Ethan walked over directly holding Kate, shook his head and said: "Not all the blood on this guy is his own."

"But he was shot twice. I think you'd better take him to the hospital as soon as possible."

Looking at Sandro covered in blood, Kate felt frightened.

Only now did she notice the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood on Ethan's body, and she didn't know what the two men were doing during the time they mysteriously disappeared.

He quickly jumped off him and looked at him carefully.

The spare magazines on his body were also used up.

The small bag that originally contained the grenades disappeared. It contained more than 100 rounds of ammunition and a dozen grenades.

The intensity of the battlefield is nothing more than this.

"Hey."

Seeing the panicked look in the other person's eyes, Ethan pinched her face: "I'm still me, I've never changed."

"Ok."

Kate took a deep breath and remembered something again: "Diaz."

"Don't worry." Ethan smiled and said:

"That guy, you will never see him again."

Some things cannot be said directly.

The meaning is in place.

Kate's body trembled and she clenched her fists tightly, her expression was very complicated.

But when I thought about it again, I felt relieved.

No matter what, the revenge of his friends was avenged. If the other party said this, Diaz would have no chance of surviving.

Kate looked at Sandro being carried out of the car by several people and swallowed:

"Next, what do you want to do?"

Ethan hugged her and whispered in her ear:
"Fakyu."

Sandro suffered a fractured chest and a broken thigh. He had no choice but to stay in Phoenix for surgery. It is estimated that he would have to recover for ten and a half months before he could get out of bed.

A big explosion occurred on the US-Mexico border.

Two repair workshops were engulfed in flames, leaving more than a dozen bodies behind.

Juarez was filled with gunfire and explosions.

The territory Fausto left behind was quickly swallowed up, and they thought it would calm down for a while, but the fighting became more intense.

When a big independent owl falls, dozens of small independent owl rise up.

In order to gain power, these people caused more bloody and brutal killings.

However, these things have nothing to do with Ethan.

He was sitting alone on a private plane, drinking whiskey leisurely and watching this wasteland-like land gradually recede into the distance.

Matt still had a lot to deal with and stayed in Phoenix.

However, he did his job well.

With a wave of his hand, he asked the private plane to take Ethan back to Chicago, so that he wouldn't have to squeeze in a flight with others.

He shook the newspaper in his hand and continued to read above.

"FBI agents dismantled the drug trafficking network and seized large amounts of merchandise and cash."

This is the news headline.

The photo below shows a dense array of various types of firearms, with a lot of heavy firepower. I don’t know where the Phoenix City FBI found such junk.

On the other side, the long table was piled high with flour.

There is also some cash, stacked together.

These things are the real seizures.

The branch director whom I had contacted before stood on the podium with high spirits and danced his arms vigorously.

In the corner of the photo, Kate and Reggie are smiling.

On them, a medal was hung.

There are no benefits, so getting something like this is better than nothing.

Putting the newspaper away, Ethan touched his empty belly, recalling Kate's madness, drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and fell asleep.

"Sir, we are already in Chicago."

I don’t know how long it took, but Ethan heard the shouting, rubbed his eyes, turned over and sat up.

When the pilot in military uniform saw him waking up, he turned around and left.

"Shh."

He moved the sun visor of the porthole with his fingers and lifted it up.

The Chicago afternoon sun shone brightly, squinting his eyes.

I glanced at my watch, three o'clock in the afternoon.

He was a little dazed after sleeping for a few hours. He stood up and stretched his body, his joints crackling.

The plane was empty.

Now, I am alone.

Ethan shrugged, threw the light backpack behind him, and strode down the hatch.

The black Dodge Challenger is parked in the hangar.

Throwing his things into the car, the vehicle roared and quickly drove out of the hangar. He turned the music to the maximum volume, roared along with Paul McCartney, and drove all the way towards Chinatown.

When I wake up, I am full of energy.

But my stomach makes thunderous noises from time to time. No matter if it is lunch or dinner, I have to quickly find a place to eat and drink.

When we came to the intersection, the red light came on.

Ethan chewed his cigarette and stepped on the brakes, parking the Dodge Challenger in front of the intersection. The sound of the song "Get Back" was so rhythmic that it made his hair tremble.

This movement attracted the attention of others.

"Hey."

In a car next to him, a burly black bald man lowered his window and shouted dissatisfied: "White boy, what are you listening to? Turn it off immediately."

While lowering the window, he turned up the volume, and loud hip-hop music suddenly came out.

Gangs, money, women.

Those few words come and go, the theme that never changes.

Rock music and hip-hop music collided on this street. Ethan turned his head and saw the provocation on the face of this bald old black man.

He smiled slightly and flashed his fingers.

The silver badge appeared in my hand like magic.

Under the sunlight, it shines brightly.

Hip Hop immediately retreated, his voice stopped abruptly, Lao Hei also became kind-hearted, looking forward like a good baby, and the car window glass slowly rose up.

Putting away his police badge, Ethan smiled and tapped the steering wheel.

"Boom~~~"

"Beep beep, woohoo!!!" The roar of the car engine sounded, and a large wave of sound swept from the right along with the buzzing of the siren. This sound instantly drowned out the music in his car.

A flash of red lightning flashed across the intersection.

The speed is so fast that the cars on the road are left behind one by one. Its movements are extremely smooth, like a dancer walking on the edge of a knife.

"Shhhhhh."

Immediately afterwards, patrol cars rushed past one after another with blue lights flashing.

The roaring sound was endless, and eight police cars were following behind at high speed. This formation was jaw-dropping.

Ethan's fingers tapping on the steering wheel also stopped.

Good guy, I just came back, and I didn't even have time to take a bite of my meal when I encountered such a racing drama. The excitement in Chicago can't stop.

However, this has nothing to do with myself.

With nothing to do, Ethan rubbed his belly as he watched the patrol car whizzing past. It was still important to eat now.

"Ding~"

A crisp sound made his eyes blink rapidly.

A transparent light screen emerges.

Name: Ethan Morgan

Fighting: Mastery

Pistol: MAX
Rifle: Proficiency

Dimensional space: one cubic meter

Skill Points: 0
Primary body strengthening, intermediate body self-healing, radar.

task:

"Catch the bank robbers."

mission rewards:

"Vehicle driving proficiency."

This broken system is a scam!
"Cough cough cough."

Ethan took a puff of cigarette, quickly threw away the cigarette butt, and slammed down the accelerator.

Damn it, this is my city.

You bastards are not allowed to act recklessly here.

The Dodge Challenger roared and emitted a stream of white smoke on the ground. It roared and chased the group of patrol cars that had just been chasing the red vehicle, passing by the vehicles coming from the other direction.

"Shhh~"

A loud whistle sounded, and passers-by booed.

The chase scene between cops and robbers is already eye-catching, but now there is an additional muscle car chasing it, which makes it exciting to watch.

Ethan thumped the gas and grabbed his phone.

The car he was driving now was not a duty car, and it did not have any identification signs.

If you don't explain yourself clearly and get involved in a high-speed chase for no apparent reason, you may be regarded as a speedster by the patrol police, and you will be wronged if you get a few bumps on your car's butt.

Call the contact desk and quickly report your police number and license plate number.

I waited until the other party confirmed it clearly before putting down the phone.

After calming down, he grabbed the steering wheel with both hands. The current speed of the car was not very fast, but there were vehicles everywhere on the road, and if he was not careful, the car would be destroyed and people would be killed.

"Hey~"

Passing a car roaring past, the convoy in front could already be seen.

The red BMW at the front was still shuttling back and forth in the river of traffic extremely smoothly, without slowing down at all.

As the vehicles roared, another patrol car turned from the side.

The police car accelerated and became parallel to the Dodge Challenger.

Ethan quickly glanced to the side and grinned. Burgess was giving him a thumbs up, and the two cars rushed forward side by side.
In the sound of Beatles music, the speed of the car becomes faster.

According to the mission prompt, the person escaping in front is a bank robber.

It’s no wonder that a large number of police officers are involved in the pursuit. This kind of case often has the greatest impact, and the most eye-catching endorsement is public pressure.

It's no surprise that there were so many police cars chasing him.

"Squeak~"

A harsh friction sound sounded on the street.

The red BMW turned sharply and drifted onto the street in the other direction.

The butt of the car passed the trash can on the roadside.

The noise was so scary that people on the roadside fled in a hurry and screamed in surprise.

BMW's move made the patrol car behind him subconsciously turn its steering wheel, trying to drift past with it. Unfortunately, even though they often drove police cars on patrol, their driving skills were still shoddy.

A patrol car swerved across the trash can, causing it to explode.

"Boom."

A large pile of garbage flew all over the sky and fell onto the police cars that were running out of control and crashing behind them.

The sound of collisions sounded one after another.

At this intersection, four or five police cars crashed into a ball.

The patrol car behind was so frightened that it quickly stepped on the brakes, leaving skid marks on the ground.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, quickly slowed down and turned the steering wheel quickly.

The Dodge Challenger swerved and turned into the nearest street.

The front was already blocked, so we could only see if we could overtake at this corner and keep up with the movement of the red BMW. Burgess also made the same choice and turned quickly amid the screams of her companions.

The tires spun rapidly as they passed one building after another.

Looking through the alley, he didn't see any red car. He gritted his teeth and returned to the street at the next intersection.

But at this time, the BMW had disappeared without a trace.

"Hey."

When Burgess saw Ethan stop, he also stepped on the brakes, lowered the window and asked happily: "When did you come back, and why did you drive this car? I didn't see you at the police station?"

Now she couldn't care less about the escaping robbers, with a happy smile on her face.

"Just got off the plane."

Ethan waved his hand and pulled back the steering wheel: "Go back to save people first, and we'll talk later."

The vehicle quickly turned around and drove towards the scene of the accident behind it.

There was no rush to arrest people, but now it was more important to save people. Several cars collided, and it was not known whether lives would be lost.

Seeing Burgess quickly follow up, the co-pilot's partner asked curiously:

"Who is this guy?"

"Morgan."

Burgess glanced at this temporary partner who had just been transferred from another branch, and proudly introduced: "Intelligence Team Sergeant, Ethan Morgan."

"It's him?"

This white partner had obviously heard of this name, but he just couldn't match the name. He looked surprised: "Are you sure he is the Cowboy Sheriff?"

"Likes to use a revolver and kills people like crazy."

"But he doesn't look like a cowboy at all. He looks like a handsome quarterback."

"Yeah, that's right~"

Burgess smiled, held the steering wheel and explained: "He is still a narcissist. If you said that last sentence in front of him, he must have a very good impression of you."

The Dodge Challenger and Burgess' patrol cars returned to the place where the series of car accidents had just occurred.

Ethan hung his police badge on his belt and pushed open the door.

Three patrol cars were parked at the scene of the car accident, and five or six patrol cars were yelling and trying to rescue the people trapped in the cars.

Urgent shouts sounded one after another.

The scene was a mess.

"Everyone, listen." Without saying a word, Ethan directly took over the command of the scene: "This is Sergeant Morgan of the Intelligence Group of the 21st Branch. Everyone listens to my command."

With his sharp shouts, those people all stabilized.

The rescue operation was carried out in an orderly manner.

Within a few minutes, the trapped people were rescued one after another. Fortunately, none of these people were seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)