My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

With a loud bang, the front side of the car hit the bridge pier.

The police car was blown away, spun around in the air, and then fell into the river.

Bang.

The low and shallow river water exploded with water spray, flying several meters high.

Ethan fainted while spinning.

The water fell, creating a ripple, and the river began to flow again, carrying away broken glass and car plastic parts.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ethan slowly opened his eyes while feeling dizzy.

There was a noise in my ears.

"Bring Cheton up first."

"What to do with these two notes?"

"You watch here first, and we'll talk later."

Ethan looked to the side, Siobhan tilted his head and fell to the side, a stream of blood dripping from his forehead.

Now the whole car was overturned and river water was flowing over the roof.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and he turned his gaze. Cheton was lifted up by several people and ran towards the back of the car.

Ethan gently moved various parts of his body. He was fine and his movements were not restricted.

At this time, footsteps sounded, and a person came to his side.

Noticing that there was only one person walking on his side, he gritted his teeth and quickly pulled out the Glock, aimed at his legs next to the car window and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang."

After the two gunshots, the person standing next to him screamed and fell to his knees in the river, looking at the black muzzle of the gun inside the car window in horror.

There was another gunshot, and the bullet flew off a piece of skull, and with a plop, it fell into the river with red and white objects.

"Shet."

"The cop is awake."

While shooting, Ethan pressed the seat belt button and fell into the river. Then he quickly kicked off the remaining glass on the car window and got out of the car.

Heavy gunshots rang out and bullets whizzed past him.

Ethan quickly squatted down, raised his hand, fired a few shots randomly at the place where the gunfire came from, and then immediately moved to the direction of the butt of the car.

He was lucky. He didn't know where the shots he fired just now hit. There was a scream, and then the sound of a panicked escape.

After making sure there were no enemies behind him, Ethan stepped out from the rear of the car.

The two masked men in front were running towards the river bank with their legs swinging, and one of them was covering his arms.

Ethan gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger desperately, the gun flashing.

The bullets in the magazine poured out and penetrated into the bodies of the two fleeing people.

His eyes were cold, and he fired unceremoniously while walking forward.

As the bullet shells continued to be thrown out, the two men trembled crazily as if they were electrocuted. Balls of blood mist exploded on their bodies, and then they fell straight down, and the river water instantly turned red.

Magazine exhausted.

The pistol is empty and idle.

At this time, figures on the shore flashed and fire flashed.

But his marksmanship was too poor, and it hit him in front of him, causing a splash of water.

Ethan released the empty magazine cleanly and slapped the spare magazine into the grip.

Pull the slide and pull the trigger.

"boom."

The bullet flew accurately to where the fire flashed, and blood bloomed.

"Waterfa."

"Mom, Fuck, run quickly, this piece of paper is too strong."

After several frightened shouts came from the shore, the sound of car tires turning crazily was heard.

Ethan rushed forward quickly, firing several shots at the shore from time to time.

When he ran onto the river bank, he only saw a body abandoned on the side of the road. The two cars in front of him had fled a hundred meters away.

Ethan immediately relaxed, put his hands on his knees, and stared at the fleeing car.

He touched his face with his hands, which were all red.

Remembering that Siobhan still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he walked away and ran down the river bank again.

Arriving next to the overturned police car, he plopped down on his knees in the water, stretched his body into the driver's seat, and stretched his trembling fingers under Siobhan's nose.

Ethan swallowed and then slumped down in the river.

He gathered his energy and put the Glock back into the holster. Fortunately, Siobhan was okay.

Ethan held Siobhan with one hand, then unbuckled her seat belt, and then carefully pulled her out of the car.

After placing her on the grass on the river bank, Ethan took out his cell phone and called.

Hood's voice came from the phone.

"Ethan, where are you guys?"

"We were attacked by people from the Redbone Gang. Siobhan and I were both injured. Cheton ran away. Come here quickly and call an ambulance."

After giving the approximate location, Ethan hung up the phone.

He squeezed the phone tightly, looked at the unconscious Siobhan, and secretly swore in his heart that Cheton must die.

Putting the phone away, Ethan checked the wound on Siobhan's head.

Ethan opened the trunk and the things inside fell out. He picked up the first aid kit, walked to Siobhan's side, removed the glass, sterilized her, and then briefly bandaged her.

After bandaging Siobhan, he returned to the police car and kicked the shaky rearview mirror.

I picked up a lens in the river and looked at myself. I didn't know what had caused a big gash on my forehead. The wound had stopped bleeding, but it looked like it still needed a few stitches.

It was difficult to bandage himself, so he faced the mirror and reluctantly poured some disinfectant on his head.

Throwing away the lenses, he walked towards the body beside him.

Pull away the scarf, you are an aborigine.

Ethan didn't care about anything else. He walked to the river bank with Siobhan in his arms and waited on the side of the road.

From time to time, I passed a car and saw a town policeman with blood on his face standing next to the bridge, smoking a cigarette with a displeased look on his face, and he stepped on the accelerator a little harder.

The sky has darkened and cigarette butts flicker.

Ethan took out his cell phone and looked at it. Half an hour had passed since he made the call.

"Hey, you okay?"

A faint voice sounded next to him, and Ethan threw away the cigarette butt in surprise and squatted down.

Siobhan blinked his big eyes and forced a smile.

"Great, you finally woke up."

Siobhan struggled to sit up and whispered: "You are hurt."

"I'm fine. It's a small problem, but you've been unconscious for a long time."

Ethan smiled and helped Siobhan sit up. At this time, the end of the road lit up in red and blue.

The lights kept flashing, and along with the sound of sirens, three police cars drove towards him quickly.

The screech of brakes sounded.

Hood, Brock and Emmett got out of the car and ran towards Ethan.

"Shet, apart from that time with Sanchez, I have never seen you in such a mess."

Hood exclaimed when he saw Ethan's face covered in blood.

Ethan hugged Siobhan, who was still a little dizzy, and asked quickly:

"Where's the ambulance?"

Hood replied: "Being there soon."

Seeing them like this, Emmett quickly pressed the radio and urged the ambulance.

After confirming that Siobhan's vital signs were okay, Hood and Brock turned on their tactical flashlights and walked along the river bank. Curses soon rang out.

Not long after, Jefferson County police and state troopers and ambulances arrived on the scene.

After seeing the four corpses placed by Hood and others on the roadside, they all cast surprised glances at Ethan.