My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Under the hateful eyes of the indigenous people, they drove forward along the dirt road for more than ten minutes and came to a remote place.

Under the big tree dozens of meters in front, there is a dilapidated wooden house with various graffiti spray-painted on it.

There were several motorcycles and pickup trucks in front of the wooden house. Many people were drinking wine on the porch of the wooden house, and they could vaguely hear the music coming from the front.

Ethan stopped next to Hood's car and lowered the window.

"You're sure this is here, right?"

Brock nodded solemnly, "This is a small bar, and the people over there are basically members of the Red Bones Gang."

"With any luck we'll find Tommy Littlestone here."

"With any luck, Cheton Littlestone will be in this place too."

Siobhan took off his seat belt and looked sideways at Brock, "What should we do now?"

"I have no idea."

Brock sighed and said: "But no matter what you do, you must not draw your gun, understand? We have no jurisdiction here. There are minors among the members of the Red Bone Gang. If something happens, we will all go to jail."

Hood got out of the car and smiled as he put on his coat. "Good, minor. Can't draw the gun. Now things get more interesting."

"What's your plan?"

Seeing Hood walking to the side, Emmett shouted quickly.

"I'll go around to the back and try to see if I can sneak into the house and find Tommy Littlestone. You guys go to the front and help me attract attention."

After Hood finished speaking, he got into the bushes nearby.

Brock suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, and he helplessly said to Ethan:

"Does our police chief only know this trick?"

"If you're referring to what happened in the barn last time, I agree." Emmett opened the door.

Ethan also remembered what happened at the last rave party and couldn't help but touch his earlobe.

Looking at the Red Bones gang members gathered on the porch in the distance to drink, Siobhan asked anxiously:

"Can a Taser be used?"

Brock's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, "The Taser is fine, no problem."

A few of them checked their equipment, then got out of the car and walked cautiously towards the dilapidated wooden house.

The members of the Redbone Gang on the porch noticed Ethan and the others and stood up one after another. Unfortunately, their dark blue uniforms were too conspicuous.

As I approached the cabin, a beer bottle spun and flew over.

It fell to the ground in front of them with a thud, and the brown glass shattered all over the place.

They stopped. Regarding this welcome ceremony, Emmett shrugged his shoulders, clasped his belt with both hands and said:

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, we are the Banshee Police Department."

"I know who you are, why don't you get away." One of them said unceremoniously.

Siobhan spread his hands and tried to negotiate. "Listen, we just want to ask a few simple questions."

"Why don't you go home and find someone to help yourself, Bichi." One of the female gangsters with pigtails extended her middle finger to her.

A man wearing a vest with vertical stripes grabbed a bottle and pointed it at them. "One of our Aboriginal girls was killed. Your first reaction was to come to us, motherfucker. This is typical white behavior."

After he finished speaking, he threw the wine bottle in his hand, and others followed suit. For a moment, the bottles flew around and a series of explosions were heard.

Ethan and the others took a few steps back, and the ground in front of them was filled with broken glass.

Siobhan calmed down and said, "Calm down, we are not accusing you of anything, we just want to know the truth of the matter."

The man with vertical stripes shouted excitedly: "The truth of the matter is Fakeyou, all of you Fake, this is a residence, you all get out."

Brock rolled his eyes and took a step forward. "Listen, I don't want to argue with you about the details of the law. The current case involves murder."

"Understood? Someone was murdered, so we have jurisdiction, and I urge you to cooperate."

Emmett was stunned for a moment and asked softly:

"Do we have jurisdiction?"

Brock turned his head and whispered back: "Scare them, do you think they will understand?"

Sure enough, the people in the Red Bone Gang suddenly became quiet. The aborigines had limited conditions for receiving education, not to mention that they were all gangsters, so they were even more confused.

"You guys stay away, we won't say anything."

After looking at each other on the porch for a while, they walked inside and closed the door.

Ethan gave Brock a thumbs up, threw away his baton, and walked over quickly.

"Hurry up and open the door. We are just asking Tommy Littlestone a few questions. If you cooperate, we will leave soon."

"Fakeyu, you damn scumbag." Several responses came from inside the room.

Siobhan also started to perform at this time, walked to the window and shouted:

"People inside, listen, you can choose to talk here, or you can choose to be taken back to the detention room by us to talk. It's your choice."

Curses suddenly rang out in the room, and Ethan banged the door hard several times with his baton, making the room even more panicked.

At this time, the noise in the house subsided a little.

Immediately afterwards, cheers rang out.

"Kick his ass."

"Beautiful, punch him."

Along with the cheers there were bursts of fighting sounds.

"Shet, it's Hood, let's go in quickly for support." Brock sensed something was wrong and quickly hit the door with his shoulder.

He knocked twice in succession, but the door did not move at all.

Ethan pulled Brock away and then stamped on the door lock with great force.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", the door frame suddenly cracked several cracks, and dust shook off.

He took two more steps back and rushed forward suddenly.

The sole of the boot seemed to hit the door lock with great force, and the wooden door was knocked open with a bang, and was lifted inward with huge force.

The female gangster with pigtails was standing behind the wooden door. She was caught off guard and was slapped hard on the face by the wooden door. She suddenly had stars in her eyes and nosebleeds.

After the wooden door was kicked open, several of them rushed into the house.

As soon as Ethan entered, he saw Hood, who was being lifted high by a burly man.

None other than Cheton Littlestone.

Cheton was wearing jeans and was shirtless. His muscles all over his body were bulging. He yelled and threw Hood out.

Hood was thrown to the wall next to him like a doll. After a loud noise, the wooden wall was broken. He fell to the ground with a cry of pain, causing a circle of dust.

Ethan swung his baton one after another, and a series of screams of pain were heard. Several people gathered near the door were quickly knocked to the ground by him.

Emmett and the others also grabbed each other and started fighting. Siobhan was accidentally controlled by the man in the vertical striped vest just now. He grabbed her and knocked her against the wall.

Ethan kicked him sideways, sending him flying and hitting the wooden table next to him, which was smashed into pieces.

Siobhan took a breath, then waved his baton and rushed towards Brock who was being beaten.

When Cheton heard the movement here, he turned around suddenly and the braid on the back of his head swayed.

When he saw Ethan, he grinned, walked away, and charged towards him like a bull.