My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Blue light lights up in the snowy night.

Several patrol cars and ambulances were parked outside the campaign office.

Even though it was late at night, there were still many people watching.

There are many supporters of Ethan among them.

"Mr. Morgan, are you okay?" Someone asked with concern.

"Don't be afraid." Some people held up wine bottles wrapped in paper bags and shouted loudly: "No matter what those sons of bitches want to do, they are destined not to succeed."

The campaign office was attacked, that was a big deal.

As supporters, they are now quite indignant, and there is no doubt that some do not want to see Morgan elected.

"listen."

Ethan strode over and looked at the few people standing outside the cordon, especially the man holding the bottle: "You are right, those who cannot defeat me will make me stronger."

"I don't know whose interests I have offended."

"But this incident made me firmly believe that what I was doing was right, and I will definitely stick to it."

These people are farmers.

Judging from their appearance, they must have just returned from a party, and their faces were red from drinking.

"That's right."

"That's it."

The redneck holding the wine bottle has always supported Ethan's tough policies. After a few words of encouragement to his friend, he looked at the other's bleeding arm with concern: "We can't let those bastards succeed."

"But if you look like this, will tomorrow's rally still go on normally?"

"Mr. Regan!"

Ethan recognized the guy who donated a hundred dollars to him and smiled at him: "If you are willing to help me open the bottle cap, then I think everything will return to normal."

When facing farmers, you must show your heroic side.

Just think of them as friends.

"Hahaha."

Several people burst into laughter, and the red neck unscrewed the bottle cap excitedly: "This is my honor, Mr. Morgan."

"That's right, like a tough guy, it doesn't matter if you shed some blood!"

Under the expectant eyes of several people, Ethan took the bottle of rum.

The liquid is golden and has a strong wine smell.

This was undoubtedly 50-proof strong rum, but he didn't care. Amid the shocked expressions of those people, he drank half a bottle of strong liquor in one breath.

Able to kill, dare to drink.

In an instant, several farmers were completely conquered.

"How about it?" Ethan exhaled heavily and handed the bottle back: "Guys, would you like to have a drink with me?"

"certainly."

The red neck took the bottle and said excitedly: "You are not a high-ranking official, I am sure of this."

After taking a big gulp of rum, he wiped his beard:

"Tomorrow I will call everyone I know. Don't worry, there are many people standing with you."

"That's right."

The people behind also took the bottles excitedly.

In just a moment, they drank all the bottle of wine. Under Ethan's greeting, they stopped staying any longer and drove away in the pickup truck while shouting campaign slogans.

Drunk driving does not exist.

Small town law enforcement is quite flexible.

Under normal circumstances, one would turn a blind eye when meeting an acquaintance, let alone one who is a supporter of Ethan.

You know, Banshee Town police officers now wear caps with Ethan's campaign slogan on their heads when they go out on patrol. The support can be said to be overwhelming.

"Mr. Morgan."

The emergency worker behind him spread his hands helplessly: "I think you should go to the hospital. Your wound needs to be sutured."

"Wait a little longer."

Ethan waved his hand and strode to the body that he had knocked to the ground.

Before that, he had to understand who had done this to him.

All members of the Banshee Town Police Department have arrived and are busy investigating the situation at the scene. Even if Ethan had not been attacked, the attack on the campaign office was still a horrifying thing.

As a local magistrate, you must show your own attitude.

"no doubt."

Brock squatted down with difficulty, moved his hooded head to the side, and showed the swastika on his neck: "People from the Aryan Brotherhood, it seems they are quite dissatisfied with your campaign philosophy."

For some time now, Ethan's speeches have all focused on public security.

Strictly crack down on independent products and control violent crimes.

There was no doubt that it violated the fundamental interests of the Aryan Brotherhood, but I didn't expect them to take action directly.

This guy's death was very tragic.

It was beaten like a hornet's nest and stained a large area of ​​red on the sidewalk.

This scene made the Indian male policeman Raven a little stunned. It was one thing to hear the rumors about the other party, but it was another thing completely to actually see what happened.

It was exactly as rumored.

No one who faced off against his former colleague could escape easily.

"It should be okay if I shoot in self-defense, right?"

Ethan shook his stinging hand, frowned and asked, "After all, I was the one who was attacked."

"completely fine."

Brock stood up holding his knees and said nonchalantly: "This is legitimate and reasonable self-defense. Your marksmanship is still as accurate as before. You did a good job."

He didn't even bother to do a legal gun inspection.

Although the other party was a retired police officer, his gun license was of the same level as his own.

If this thing is canceled with resignation or retirement, then the police system will have to rebel. Those gangsters who have offended and arrested will not give up the idea of ​​revenge just because you quit.

Retired police officers must also have appropriate force to protect themselves.

"Boss."

A slightly slow voice approached, and Bunker walked over quickly with a small black book: "The staff's notes have been completed. If I guess correctly, this is a death warning."

This guy has been discharged from the hospital.

And he started to go to work officially. Even though all the buttons of his uniform were tightened, some horrific scars could still be seen below his neck.

Subconsciously, Ethan also turned his head.

I thought I was calling myself.

"Is such that."

Nodding to Ethan, Bunker looked at Brock again: "According to those people, the gunman did not choose to shoot immediately."

"And the shooting positions are all on the high side."

"Based on our theory, this was a warning shot."

"That's right."

Siobhan also strode out and said solemnly: "It's just that these guys didn't expect Ethan to fight back so fast, so they lost a life. I suspect that there will be a second wave of attacks at any time."

"You go to the hospital first."

Brock waved his hand and said to Ethan: "Just leave it to us."

"Um."

There was nothing he could do if he stayed here. Ethan winked at Bunker and walked to the ambulance.

How can this be done without taking some revenge?

He didn't care what the goals of those people were. What he had to do was to find and kill the three people who were driving together. Anyone who dared to attack him would not end well.

The evil reputation will be re-established from now on.