My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the suburban road.

Five patrol cars lined up in a row and drove quickly towards the front.

Since the newly purchased Ford Interceptor was still being painted, the eight people in the police station had to make do with the original Crown Victoria. From a distance, they could see red light coming out of the night sky in front of them and gray-black smoke filling the air.

The leading sheriff's vehicle immediately turned on its sirens and sped up a few minutes.

A car behind quickly followed suit, and the entire road lit up with red and blue lights, a large area of ​​black clouds, and the momentum was quite astonishing.

"Notify the fire brigade for rescue."

The intercom rang, and Brock shouted hurriedly: "Check the weapons one last time, everyone be careful, the two rookies follow Siobhan and Emmett closely, don't rush."

That place was clearly their destination, and it was obvious that something had happened.

"receive."

Siobhan's voice then sounded: "Do you need to call an ambulance?"

While the two of them were talking on the phone, Bunker, who was at the back of the motorcade, held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He frowned slightly and looked intently at the patrol car in front of him.

Through the rear windshield, Cruz's ponytail could be seen swinging.

"It's you!"

He pursed his lips and sneered, and immediately locked the undercover agent.

The situation is now very obvious. Someone made the previous noise before they arrived. According to what Morgan said last night, it can be inferred that Cruz is 100% undercover.

He knew that the place was a temporary arrangement.

Informants are also completely non-existent.

It is impossible for the people of the Aryan Brotherhood to get any information through other channels. This is just a trap.

The cunning prey was also successfully captured.

While he was angry, he also became excited, but he quickly took a deep breath so that no one could tell anything was wrong.

Police cars roared and quickly arrived at the scene.

The second floor of the house was burning, and the fire continued to spread. People from the Banshee Town Police Department stopped their cars one after another to see the light.

"BSD!"

Brock was now confused. He quickly pulled out the shotgun placed on the armrest, leaned behind the car door and yelled: "Again, this is the Banshee Town Police Department. Is anyone here?"

Following his actions, the people next to him also got out of the police car.

Shotgun, AR15, pick up the long thing.

But there was only the crackling sound of burning fire, and there was no movement other than that. This weird atmosphere made a few drops of sweat break out on Brock's forehead.

"Emmett, Bunker!"

Now is not the time to call Ethan. The Sheriff can only be on alert, raising his arms and waving to both sides: "Search forward, everyone, be careful!"

Two senior male police officers alternately moved forward, leading people to search forward.

"Shet."

Emmett stepped on a large sticky patch on the ground, frowned and whispered: "Blood, I have a lot of blood here."

"Bullet casings."

Bunker on the right also stopped, bent down and grabbed a handful.

He loosened his fingers, and five or six bullet casings fell to the ground with a clang. There were more at his feet. The densely packed bullet casings were thrown everywhere. It was obvious that this place had experienced a very fierce fire.

If he hadn't known that it was Ethan who was responsible for guarding this place, Bunker would have been worried at this time.

Whether these people can be dealt with is another matter.

There will definitely be no problem for the other party to escape.

A new policewoman following Emmett stepped on something sticky. She quickly raised her foot and looked at the sole of her shoe. The red and white were mixed together, looking like paste.

Something suddenly came to mind, and his face turned livid.

"Ugh~~~"

The newly promoted female police officer ran to the bushes with a shotgun and vomited heartbreakingly.

"Damn it, Emma."

When Emmet saw her like that, he yelled unceremoniously: "What are you doing? Swallow it. The danger has not been eliminated yet. What will you do if a few bullets fly out!"

"Drown your enemies in vomit?"

As long as she is on a mission, there is no distinction between gender. She is required to shoot and support at critical moments.

Look like this, but you still support me.

So he, who was always honest, couldn't help but curse.

The white policewoman named Emma quickly wiped the corners of her mouth, suppressed her nausea, and held the shotgun in her hand.

"Have you not served in the military before?"

Seeing that she had regained her composure, Emmett softened his tone.

"That's right."

Emma held the gun nervously, her face flushed slightly:

"It's in South Korea."

There are countless overseas military bases in the United States, and the place where the new policewoman serves is one of the best in terms of comfort. Yes, she has served in the military, but she has never experienced such disgusting and terrifying scenes.

Emil didn't understand the reason either, so he shook his head and continued searching.

The scene was quickly searched.

There were no bodies, no wounded, not even an animal, but the bloodstains and bullet casings on the ground proved that everything was not simple.

"Your message is fine."

The people from the police station quickly gathered together. Brock lowered his shotgun and nodded to Bunker: "It's just a pity that we are late."

"So what should we do now?"

Another newly promoted black male police officer looked at the blood on the ground, scratched his head and continued to ask: "Obviously a murder has occurred here. Do you want to call someone from the forensics department to come over and let us protect the scene?"

"Check nearby traffic cameras."

As a law enforcement officer for the first time, Xiao Hei seemed a little excited and wanted to solve a shocking case right away.

"Cough~"

Brock coughed heavily, interrupting him.

He glanced at Siobhan, scratched his round belly, and walked aside.

There are some things that I can't say as a police chief, so I can only let the old town policeman do it for me. Now in this situation, I can't find anything to investigate. On one side is my immediate boss, and on the other side is the Aryan Brotherhood.

I had just received a text message from Ethan, saying that his people were fine and asked him to suppress the matter.

Next, let’s take a shower and go to bed!

No need to be busy with anything.

"Johnny."

Siobhan shook his head and hugged the assault rifle: "No one reported the crime and there was no body. Can you understand what I mean?"

"Those gang members beat them casually."

"As long as no civilians are injured, the more they die, the better!"

After saying this, she patted the new police officer who had been greatly shocked by his ideas, and squinted at the burning house. It was impossible to put out the fire. That was not their job as police officers.

Newcomers are like this, they want to save the world.

In fact, many times it’s pretty good to take good care of yourself.

The firelight coming out of the house dissipated the chill and warmed the body. No matter what happened here, it would eventually dissipate with the flames.

After finishing the work, it was already late at night.

Bunker glanced at Cruz who was pretending to be nonchalant, got into the patrol car and drove to Myers Bar just like last night. Although there was no information notification, he knew that the other party would be waiting there.

I don’t know what my plans will be next.

Cars drove away one after another, leaving behind a house that had become half-ruined.

The night wind blew by, making a whimpering sound. (End of chapter)