My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Stopping the car in the parking lot of the police station, Ethan looked back at Cheton.

He was honest and did nothing wrong along the way.

Of course, this also had something to do with Emmett sitting next to him and the Taser in his hand.

“White boy, what do you want to do when you look at me?”

Cheton looked at him expressionlessly, stretched out his hand to smear a little blood on the unhealed wound in front of him, then put his finger into his mouth and licked it.

Ethan took off his seat belt, frowned and said:

"Stop doing that. It's unhygienic, not cruel at all, and it makes you look stupid."

The movement of Cheton's hand stopped, and a blush appeared on his face with several scars. He stared at Ethan and said angrily:

"I remember you, white boy."

"Just don't fall in love with me."

Ethan replied casually, then got out of the car, opened the back door, and said to Cheton, whose eyes seemed to be spitting out fire:

"Move your butt and get out of my car."

Cheton bit his cheek and moved out of the car. He stood upright with his tall body, a little taller than Ethan.

His upper body, covered in Indian tattoos, is littered with knife scars and oval-shaped gunshot scars.

Several pedestrians passing by saw Cheton's appearance and hurriedly walked away as if encountering a ferocious beast.

On the other side, Brock also pressed Cheton's brother Tommy Littlestone out of the car.

Tommy Littlestone is not actually thin, but compared to his brother, he looks like a child.

After Emmett got out of the car, the two of them walked into the police station while twisting Cheton's arms.

Ethan didn't notice that on the bench opposite the police station, a young man wearing a denim jacket and messy blond hair was staring at Hood.

The young man kept shaking his legs and puffing on the cigarette in his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he dropped the cigarette butt, stamped it out, picked up the military green bag at his feet and walked across the road to the police station.

Ethan greeted Alma and then pushed Cheton into the temporary holding room next to the desk.

At this time, several more Amish people came to the police station to provide clues. Hood called Siobhan and Emmett to take notes, and then winked at Ethan.

Ethan nodded, and Brock escorted Tommy Littlestone into the Sheriff's Office.

"You and Brock are here to ask him. You have to hurry up and I'll go ask Cheton."

Hood whispered to him a few words before walking out of the office.

Ethan locked the door, pushed Tommy directly onto the desk chair, and then sat on the desk with Brock, looking down at him, creating psychological pressure on him.

Tommy felt panicked when he saw it, and said quickly: "What do you want to do?"

Ethan was holding the deer hunting knife he had just seized from Cheton, and he was sharpening his nails slowly. The sharp blade shone brightly, and Tommy's legs trembled.

"I didn't kill Lana." He said with panic eyes.

"Where were you last night?" Ethan stopped and looked at him.

Tommy scratched his head and said: "I was drinking with some friends last night. You can find my friends over and they can help me testify."

Brock crossed his arms and said, "According to what we know, you have sent threatening emails to Lana."

"So what, I sent her a few emails, but that doesn't mean I killed her."

Tommy waved his handcuffed hands excitedly "Why don't you go find that Amish bastard."

At this time, Ethan saw through the blinds Gordon and a black woman with a slim figure in a standard suit hurriedly walked in.

Ethan put down the knife, looked at Brock, and intensified the interrogation.

A moment later, the glass door of the Sheriff’s Office was banged.

Alex Langcid, the chief of the Chino tribe, also came to the police station at some unknown time, and he looked inside with an annoyed look on his face.

"Open the damn door now."

Alex's angry voice could be heard through the door, and Ethan had no choice but to stand up and walk over.

"Shet, what do you think you are doing? Tommy Littlestone is only 17 years old. You are interrogating a minor without permission, not to mention that you have no right to arrest him."

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Alex yelling at Hood next to him.

After he finished speaking, he impatiently shouted into the office: "Tommy, you don't have to tell them anything. This ridiculous interrogation will be over soon."

"Let's go back with me."

Unexpectedly, they reacted so quickly. Brock touched the corners of his mouth and then opened the handcuffs.

Alex pulled Tommy out, and the good-looking black woman he saw just now quickly followed him. She was explaining something to Alex.

"Who is this?" Ethan asked curiously.

"Alison Medin, the new acting district attorney, she was Gordon's former assistant. Now Gordon is the acting mayor, so he helped her up."

After Hood sighed, he continued to ask:

"How was the interview with Tommy?"

Brock said: "The time is too short, there is no useful information, and based on his reaction, it should not be him."

At this time, the newly appointed acting district attorney Alison Medin walked over with high heels and an overbearing aura. She said with an unhappy look:

"You have no right to invade the territory of the Chino tribe and treat them roughly. If the investigation of this case is affected by this illegal arrest, Chief Hood, the responsibility is yours."

Hood looked at Gordon who was standing not far away, and then pushed back unceremoniously.

"If you want to cause trouble for me, you can do whatever you want, but while you are giving orders in the office, it is me and my people who are risking their lives outside to try to find the murderer."

Alison Medding looked at Hood, who had an injury on his forehead, and Brock, who was already standing next to him with his mouth swollen, and pursed his lips. There was silence.

Ethan then looked at Cheton, who was sitting in the detention room, and spoke to break the deadlock.

"Didn't Alex take Cheton away?"

Alison paced, her high heels clicking on the ground, and she said:

"Cheton Littlestone has two wanted warrants in neighboring Jefferson County. Alex also welcomes us to capture him. You will transfer him to the Jefferson Police Department tomorrow."

"Alex just promised me that what happened today will not be pursued any further. Please pay attention to the procedures when you handle things later."

After Alison finished speaking, she glared at Hood, and then left the police station with Gordon on her long legs.

"How should I put it, this is the best result." Brock lifted his belt and returned to his seat to sit down.

Siobhan and Emmett, who were standing nearby, also breathed a sigh of relief and continued their work.

After all, this arrest operation was completely illegal. If Alex wanted to cause trouble for them, no one could escape. It was just a matter of responsibility.