My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the bar, the smell of blood was overwhelming.

Calvin moved forward with all his strength, and the breath that came out of his mouth stirred up the dust on the floor.

Looking at Colt who was so close, a hint of joy appeared on his flushed face.

The next moment, his eyes straightened.

I saw a thick combat boot, stepping firmly on it.

Immediately afterwards.

The hot muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head.

"NO~~~"

Calvin roared in despair, and the hand he stretched out to the handle of the gun dug hard into the floor, leaving several scratches on the floor.

His chest heaved violently, and he turned his head to look up.

This guy's angry face was suddenly filled with surprise, then disbelief, and finally the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

At his most glorious moment, he didn't expect this guy to slap him back to where he was.

Anyone can arrest themselves, but not the other party!

"Hahaha~"

Hysterical laughter resounded throughout the Iron Cross Bar.

Calvin's face turned as red as a pig's liver, and his bulging veins combined with his ferocious smile made him look extremely crazy.

Faced with this reaction, Bunker just looked on expressionlessly.

The eyes are extremely complicated.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Ethan and Brock spread out to the left and right. The former shook the muzzle of his gun, and a white supremacist hiding in the corner dropped the gun in fear.

And Brock looked around nervously, the shotgun shaking.

Inside the house, corpses lay everywhere.

Not only the wooden walls, but all the bar's furnishings were torn apart by the two waves of bullets, and the bloodstains everywhere were as bright red as the tattered swastika flags on the wall.

There are only two people here who are still able to move.

The remaining ones either fainted from the pain of severed limbs or were close to death.

No one can avoid this all-round sweep.

Putting aside the pistol thrown by the scared guy, Ethan glanced at Calvin from the corner of his eyes. The guy's red face was covered with sweat, and blood was constantly bleeding from his shoulders and stomach.

It looks to be in very bad condition.

The hysterical laughter stopped after a while, and Calvin stared at Bunker like an angry bull.

"Calvin Bunker."

The latter gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "You are now officially under arrest for being suspected of murdering Watts. You can remain silent, but what you said."

"kill me!!!"

Calvin's bloody hand suddenly grabbed the hot barrel of the gun, pushed his forehead against it, and said with splitting eyes, "Isn't this what you wanted to do last night? Curt, you're going to kill me!"

The roaring sound almost brought down the roof.

"Pfft~"

There was still a lingering sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

This guy's neck covered with veins was stiff and he looked at Bunker steadily.

The whole person became angry.

No air intake.

"touch~"

The hand holding the muzzle of the gun fell down. Calvin's eyes were still staring upward, but his eyes were always fixed at that angle, completely lifeless.

Even the well-informed Ethan was stunned on the spot and couldn't help but touch his nose.

Calvin was so angry that he died!

The deathly silence didn't last long. Bunker finally realized what had happened. He fell to the floor and tremblingly wanted to touch his brother's face.

But he took it back like an electric shock.

His red eyes fell on Brock, then looked at Ethan, and tears kept rolling down.

It doesn’t matter whether you hate it or feel relieved!

With Calvin's death, all this disappeared.

After waving goodbye to several departing Chino Police Department patrol cars, Ethan turned around and looked at the rookie patrolman who was holding his hand on the corner and vomiting violently.

It was pleasant while shooting, but not so pleasant when cleaning up the scene.

"New guy, huh?"

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, he shook his head.

"Um."

Brock shrugged and said nonchalantly: "It will definitely take some time to get used to this kind of scene."

"but."

He looked at Ethan and scratched his forehead: "What do you think about the last words Calvin said?"

He was calm just now, but his heart was already turbulent.

In that case, there was obviously no need for Calvin to lie. Combined with what happened last night, Brock was almost certain that his men were doing something shady.

He believed that Ethan would be able to hear it too.

So with this inquiry, he wasn't sure how to handle it.

"No idea."

Ethan held a cigarette in his mouth and spread his hands: "The Sheriff of Banshee Town went to Lehigh County to burn down a pill factory. This news is too scary and is not conducive to maintaining your glorious image."

"So, I can only ask your men to do it together."

"hope you do not mind."

"Cough~"

Brock took a few puffs of cigarette and looked at his boss with a resentful look on his face: "So, the news that the mayor of Banshee Town went to burn down a factory is not scary, right?"

"Do I still have to thank you for thinking about my image?"

There was a hint of sarcasm when speaking.

After all, for such an important thing, I only received the news after it happened.

"Feel sorry."

In order to take care of his emotions, Ethan patted Brock on the back: "I didn't hide it from you on purpose. It's just that a mole was planted in the police station to make you look more natural in front of the undercover."

"Some things can only be dealt with this way."

"Waterfa?"

Brock was so excited that he choked off the cigarette in his hand.

Before I could finish digesting the news, another big news came, and I suddenly felt bad!

"Hiss~"

He quickly reacted: "Cruz???"

"That's right."

Ethan waved his hand and reminded the people who had looked over because of the police chief's rudeness to continue working. He nodded slowly and said, "She was sent by the New York Black Police Organization to obtain internal information from the police department for the Aryan Brotherhood."

"Shet."

Brock's expression became even more resentful: "You should have told me this kind of thing earlier. No wonder the police department's actions often fail to achieve results."

Shaking his head helplessly, he accepted this fact:

"Then what are you going to do with her?"

"Let's talk about it later."

Ethan curled his lips and flicked the cigarette butt away with his finger.

After spinning around a few times with a trace of embers, the cigarette butt splashed a ball of sparks on the ground, and was stamped out by the ambulance personnel carrying the stretcher.

Blue light flashes.

There were more than a dozen black body bags laid out in a row outside the Iron Cross Bar.

Here are just some.

There are more waiting to be bagged inside, and the weapons, ammunition, and unique items found in the bar are densely packed in the corridors, and the various seizures are still being counted and searched.

This is a huge victory for the Banshee Police Department.

After annihilating the core members, most of the remaining members are peripheral elements who cannot become a leader.

All the links are blocked.

At this point, the white supremacist gang that has been entrenched in the town for many years has officially come to an end. (End of chapter)