My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When Ethan returned to the police station, Hood and the others were ready to go.

He parked the car, opened the trunk and threw all the small items inside into the space, then walked to the side, opened the rear door of the Crown Victoria and got in.

In order not to attract the attention of Proctor's eyes, he, Hood, Emmett and Brock took a car to the abandoned car treatment plant.

The back seat of a police car is extremely narrow. If a person of normal size sits in it, his knees will hit the back of the front seat.

Of course there was no problem with his body shape, but Brock could only sit sideways with a frustrated expression on his face.

After driving for more than ten minutes, we arrived at our destination.

There were abandoned vehicles all around, layer upon layer, and all valuable things had been taken out.

There was a harsh grinding sound ahead, and Hood took the lead. The four of them walked forward along the car shells piled up on both sides.

After walking more than a hundred meters, we came to a work shed.

In the work shed, a man wearing a white vest stood behind the lifting platform. He was using a hand-held angle grinder to cut against a red car that was rising into the air. Sparks were flying everywhere.

There were two white men standing at the workbench next to them. One was wearing a white T-shirt and had thick black hair.

The other man was wearing a black vest, had a bald head, and was unusually tall.

On their bodies, the areas not covered by their clothes were tattooed with various tattoos, and the swastikas were particularly conspicuous.

Hood and Brock looked at each other, they were in the right place.

The three white men noticed the person in front of them and stopped what they were doing. The scene suddenly became quiet, and they could only hear the footsteps of boots on the ground approaching.

Ethan walked forward unhurriedly. The few of them had a tacit understanding and slowly spread out, forming a half circle surrounding the work shed.

After only a few meters away from the work shed, Ethan and the others stopped.

Hood took two steps forward, raised his arm and said hello.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"I'm looking for Matt Sharp, do any of you know where he is?"

The two people standing next to the workbench took a step forward and glanced at the police officers unkindly, especially when they saw Emmett, their eyes were full of disgust.

The man holding the angle grinder in the back casually put the tool aside.

He took off his protective mask, revealing his bald head and the two lightning bolts tattooed on his neck.

"I'm Matt Sharp."

Sharp took off his gloves, slapped them on his thighs a few times, and looked at the badge on Hood's chest.

Hood crossed his arms and said, "I have something I want to talk to you about. Is that convenient?"

"I'm a little busy, Sheriff."

Sharp walked over from under the car with his head lowered and said seriously:

"I don't know if you've read the newspaper, but the economy has been very depressed recently, with the unemployment rate as high as nine percent."

Sharp held on to the dangling tire, "I think you won't delay the hard-working people from working and prevent them from supporting their families, right?"

This fierce tattoo, paired with such words, made Ethan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He asked the man in the black vest standing opposite:

"Silly man, are you guys always so interesting to talk to?"

The bald man in a black vest, who was a head taller than him, took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand and stared at Ethan fiercely.

Hood also sneered, "Those diligent and honest people, of course I won't delay their work. As for people like you, forget it."

Sharp's face darkened, he scratched his nose and his eyes wandered around.

"Listen, we just came here to ask you a few questions. After asking you, we will leave immediately."

Brock looked at the muscles on the opponent's side and quickly tried to smooth things over.

At this time, the only person with hair on the opposite side reached out and grabbed the big wrench placed on the workbench nearby.

He tapped his palm lightly with the wrench, keeping his eyes on Emmett like a viper.

"I suggest you put that thing down right now."

Emmett took a step forward and looked him in the eyes without fear.

The man with hair held the wrench tighter, the swastika in the corner of his eye twitched slightly, he sniffed and said:

"Big Black Man, you became a police officer because of affirmative action, right?"

The strong man in a black vest standing next to him also stepped forward, flicked the cigarette butt in his hand hard, and dropped it at Emmett's feet, splashing a cloud of sparks.

"I don't know what it's like to sit in the front seat from the back seat of a police car. I think you'll enjoy it, right?"

Affirmative action is a preferential measure used to take care of ethnic minorities and disadvantaged groups. Simply put, in most positions, a portion needs to be allocated to ethnic minorities as a fair compensation.

The back seat of a police car is where criminals sit. Objectively speaking, most of the people sitting in the back seat are African Americans.

One of the two men mocked Emmett for his inability to work, and the other mocked Emmett for his skin color.

"You're right, it feels really enjoyable."

Emmett stared at the strong man in the black vest expressionlessly, holding his belt tightly with both hands and said:

"But I think I'd enjoy it even more if I could put my boot on your ass."

"Why do I think this is a good idea?" Ethan put down his hand on the handle of the gun and moved his arms.

"Oh, pretty boy, what do you want to do?" The strong man in the black vest looked at Ethan with disdain.

Sharp walked out from under the lift, he raised his eyebrows and said:

"Big black guy, don't take it to heart. This is not directed at you alone."

"Mexicans, Asians, blacks, Jews, gays, no matter who it was, if they walked up to us in that uniform, we would be disgusted."

"I remember you." The man in the white T-shirt waved the wrench at Emmett with a smile on his face.

"You used to be a running back on the college football team. You were once a man of the hour. Why didn't you continue playing football?"

The man in the black vest walked up to Emmett and said with a sneer:

"I think it's not that he doesn't want to continue fighting, but that black people are everywhere who run very fast after others find out they've stolen something."

After they finished speaking, the two of them laughed.

Faced with this humiliation, Emmett straightened his back and just stared at the two of them expressionlessly.

"Emmett, calm down."

Brock saw Emmett's hands shaking slightly and said to him quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm calm." Emmett released his clenched fists.

"It's okay, you don't need to calm down, you can do whatever you want." Hood was very happy to see the white supremacists in front of him suffer.

"Verbal taunting is not consistent with self-defense protocol, Sheriff."

"Behaviors that endanger lives only count. These little white pieces of trash are not a threat to me."

Emmett said sarcastically.

He just wanted to anger a few white supremacists. As long as these people took action first, they could use any means to force them to get what they wanted.