My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After hearing what Ethan said, the Amish people who gathered around suddenly started talking.

Many people showed expressions of disbelief. Jonah usually had a very good reputation among the tribe.

He has been working conscientiously in an Amish school for twenty years. After his wife passed away, he has never remarried and has always been a model figure who abides by family rules.

There were even a few people who couldn't accept that Jonah would do such a thing and wanted to break into the house.

Ethan quickly stood in front of the porch and stopped these agitated people.

Proctor had just been allowed to do whatever he wanted inside, and the scene wouldn't have been pretty.

After being stopped by Ethan, under the leadership of Bowman, they all walked towards Jonah's silo.

Looking at the crowd walking to the side, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Proctor, "You didn't kill him, right?"

"No."

Proctor took out a handkerchief from his pocket, opened it with a smile and handed it to Ethan. There were seven or eight blood-stained teeth on it.

"But I think you need to call him an ambulance."

After a while, the Amish people surrounding the silo became noisy. From a distance, they could see a boy with blood on his face being helped by Bowman.

Rebecca followed behind in despair. The joy of finding her brother had weakened a lot at this time. The neglect of her family made her feel extremely lost, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

At this time, Solomon Bowman stopped. He let go of his father's hand and turned around.

Seeing Rebecca's disappointed look, his eyes turned red, he staggered back a few steps, and hugged Rebecca hard.

Back at the police station, both Siobhan and Emmett knew that the murderer had been successfully captured, and the tense atmosphere in the police station was gone.

Ethan led Jonah, whose wounds had been briefly treated, to the empty temporary holding room and pushed him in.

"Is this the bastard who killed my Chino girl?"

Cheton rolled up from the bed and looked at Jonah, whose beard was stained red with blood, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

Jonah said nothing, silently walked to the simple bed and sat down.

Ethan closed the iron door and ignored Cheton.

Acting District Attorney Alison Medin hurried over at this time. When she saw the people imprisoned in the cage, she nodded with satisfaction, turned to Ethan and asked:

"What happened to his injuries?"

"Resisting arrest."

Ethan replied to her simply and clearly.

Alison crossed her arms, knowing they must have done something.

However, she had just become the acting district attorney and needed this case to be solved quickly, and she didn't have any problem using methods against the person who killed the little girl.

Alison took a deep breath and said with a smile:

"Well done."

"Thanks."

Ethan's eyes couldn't help but be attracted to Alison. She was not big but very round, her black skin was also very shiny, and her blue lace outlined complex patterns.

He raised his head when he coughed, and Alison stared at him expressionlessly.

Ethan quickly reminded her kindly, "There are some coffee stains on your collar."

While Alison was hurriedly checking the stain, Ethan walked back to his seat calmly.

In the afternoon, when Ethan was lying on the table writing a report, Hood came over and knocked on the table, "We have a more important thing in the afternoon, which is to transfer the big guy Cheton to Jefferson County."

"Siobhan, Emmett, you two are going to escort us, is there any problem?"

"I have an opinion."

Ethan bit the tip of his pen and leaned back a little, raising his hand to signal.

Hood was stunned for a moment, then sat on the desk and asked, "What's your problem?"

Ethan replied: "Let me and Siobhan go, Emmett is hurt."

"I'll go. It's just a minor injury. I've been resting at the police station for most of the day." Emmett quickly stood up.

Ethan knocked on the table "Emmett, I insist."

"Okay, let Ethan and Siobhan go alone." Hood made the decision, and Emmett sat down helplessly.

When Emmett was preparing to transfer the documents, Emmett called Ethan to the equipment room.

Looking at the shackles on his hands, Ethan scratched his hair.

"is it necessary?"

"It's not necessary for others. Cheton is very necessary. It's not like you haven't seen his ability before."

Ethan had no choice but to take the shackles and go to the temporary holding room with Emmett. Siobhan, as if facing a powerful enemy, pointed his Taser gun at Cheton inside.

After Emmett took out the key and opened the iron cage door, the two of them went in and put on Cheton's shackles.

I thought Cheton would struggle, but he was very cooperative.

Pushing Cheton into the back seat of the police car, Ethan closed the door and reached out to take the paper from Brock.

Brock lifted his belt and said:

"This is his transfer document. It takes about 2 hours' drive from us to Jefferson County. I have notified their police station there, and their people will meet you at the border by then."

"Okay, I get it." Ethan and Brock bumped their fists. "Are you feeling better?"

Brock couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about being knocked unconscious. He rubbed his nose and said:

"I'm fine. He's a big guy. Please be safe on the road and stay vigilant."

Ethan nodded and patted the gun on his waist.

"Understood, I will be careful."

After setting off from Banshee Town, the police car had been driving on the road for an hour, and Cheton sat quietly all the way.

Looking at the farm flashing past the window and the cattle at dusk, Ethan was attracted by the scene in front of him. He lowered the window and lit a cigarette.

"It will probably be dark when we reach the border of Jefferson County." Ethan glanced at his watch.

"Tiaozi, are you in a hurry?"

Cheton opened his eyes and a dull voice sounded.

Ethan shook off the cigarette ashes, "I'm a little anxious to send you to prison. After all, prison feels like home to you."

Cheton gave a sneer and closed his eyes.

Seeing that Cheton stopped talking, Ethan stopped caring about him. After finishing his cigarette, Ethan flicked the cigarette butt away.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of sparks.

It rolled several times and stopped in the middle of the road.

A minute later, the wheels roared past, flattening the cigarette butt.

Not long after, Siobhan glanced at the rearview mirror twice and felt something was wrong. She quickly spoke to remind Ethan:

"Take a look at the back. Is there any problem?"

Ethan put down the water bottle and looked in the rearview mirror. Behind the police car, two cars were approaching them at high speed.

It can be seen that the people in the car are wearing facial coverings on their faces.

Ethan's expression changed drastically, he turned his head and shouted.

"accelerate."

Siobhan heard this and stepped on the accelerator.

"Hahaha"

Cheton, who was sitting in the back row, was grinning widely, then he suddenly lay down and protected his head with his hands.

Before the police car even picked up speed, the car behind it was already approaching. Among the high-speed vehicles, several masked men leaned out of the car window despite the strong wind.

The next moment, the long and short guns in their hands were pointed at the tires of the police car and fired wildly.

"Bang bang bang"

A series of shots rang out.

"Bang"

There was a loud bang and the tire burst.

Siobhan didn't react in time, the steering wheel swung instantly, and Ethan watched helplessly as the police car crashed into the bridge pier next to it.