My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

By the time he chased him outside the police station, the man with glasses had already rode away on his Harley.

"Fake, that boy from the beach ruined our tires."

Siobhan, who was following him, wanted to chase him in a police car, but when he saw a knife stuck in the tire, he was so angry that he cursed.

Ethan only knew that these motorcycle gangs would come back for revenge, but he didn't know when they would come. He didn't like this passive feeling very much.

Ethan forcefully pulled out the dagger stuck in the Crown Victoria tire, and the sun shone on the blade, flashing a sharp light.

While the two were changing tires, Hood and Emmett returned to the police station.

"What happened?"

Hood got out of the car in surprise. It was rare for two police cars to have flat tires at the same time.

Ethan threw the dagger next to him at Hood's feet, making a crisp sound.

"As you can see, the biker boys did not run away, but came back for revenge."

"We only saw one of them appear." Siobhan wiped his sweat and continued to twist the cross tire wrench in his hand to tighten the screws.

Hood picked up the dagger, looked at Emmett in the car and said:

"Where do you think they might be hiding?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to look for it now."

Emmett, with a serious look on his face, set the vehicle on fire. This was a provocation to the Banshee Town Police Department and they must respond.

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Siobhan threw the cross tire wrench into the box, put on his coat, and looked angry.

"This is not a good idea. You know they are coming for you." Hood tried to stop them.

"Then I can't just wait in the police station. Besides, I'm the only local among us. I'm familiar with the environment than you. Maybe there will be something to gain."

"Okay, Ethan, Brock and I will maintain order at the carnival and we'll keep in touch." Hood saw that Siobhan had gotten into the car and stopped stopping him.

Ethan knew that the motorcycle gang would go to the Ghost Festival Parade to cause trouble, but Siobhan would be safer elsewhere. He asked Emmett to be careful and continued to change the tire.

After changing the tire, Ethan called Hood, and the two drove to the Banshee Festival celebration site.

Parking the police car in the most conspicuous place on the street, Hood leaned on the front of the car and looked around. After Ethan said hello to him, he got into the crowd.

After buying a bunch of roasted chicken wings, Ethan leaned against the railing and ate one bite at a time. Across the street, Brock was also standing in the crowd, holding a large box of popcorn and occasionally grabbing a handful and throwing them into his mouth.

At this time, a procession of Indians wearing traditional costumes and feathers came over from a distance, beating leather drums.

Many of them were holding a long bamboo pole in their hands. On the bamboo pole hung a dummy with a long white dress and long black hair. The Indians were jumping and singing to the beat of the leather drum. The dummy on the bamboo pole also Dancing with the wind.

Without looking at the parade, Ethan ate the chicken wings in two or two bites, clapped his hands, and looked around the street warily, not knowing where those motorcycle gangs would come from.

The parade was getting closer and closer to him, and the messy sound of the leather drum made him feel extremely bored. Suddenly, several screams came from the distance, followed by the roar of a Harley motorcycle.

The screams became louder and louder, and the marchers and onlookers fled in terror. Seven or eight Harley-Davidson motorcycles rushed into the crowd, and the motorcycle gangs beat everyone with sticks in their hands.

Seeing this, Ethan pressed down on the railing and jumped, turned over and jumped out.

There are too many people to shoot, as it is easy to cause accidental injuries.

Ethan put his gun back into its holster as he watched the crazy motorcycle gang weaving in and out of the crowd waving sticks.

With an exclamation, Ethan quickly reached forward and grabbed a strap with his fingers. He pulled it back hard. The red-haired woman in a white shirt watched in horror as a wooden stick swept past her eyes with strong wind. .

"Jenny? You go and hide in the back." Looking at Mrs. Kendall who was shivering in his arms, Ethan loosened the belt and hugged her into the guardrail with both hands.

The scene was so chaotic that Ethan took a deep breath, grabbed the guardrail and stepped on top of the trash can.

Not far away, an orange Harley drove in his direction. The bald rider with a sinister face laughed ferociously. He grabbed a woman's hair with one hand and dragged her on the ground.

The dragged woman let out a shrill scream and grabbed her hair with both hands, trying to break free.

Hood was chasing after him from a distance. Just as he was running hard, a motorcycle appeared from behind him. With a sneer on his lips, the man with glasses increased the accelerator and sped past Hood. The stick in his hand followed the trend. Sweep towards Hood.

Hood was hit hard on the head and fell forward to the ground.

Ethan jumped off the trash can, bent down and quickly faced the orange Harley that was speeding towards him.

As the screams got closer and closer, he seized the opportunity to fly up from the side and aimed at the bald driver to grapple.

The two fell onto the fruit stand together. The orange Harley lost control and hit the fruit stand. Red apples rolled everywhere.

The woman who was being dragged finally got out of her predicament. She lay on the ground with her head in her hands in fear, not daring to move.

In panic, Ethan received a heavy elbow on the chest. After groaning, he turned over and pressed down on the bald driver, clenched his fist and smashed it hard, and several teeth flew up with a stream of blood.

The bald driver struggled to get up, but Ethan didn't give him any chance. He grabbed his head with strong hands and pressed it to the ground several times. After several close contacts with the concrete floor, the bald driver fainted. past.

After handcuffing the bald driver, he quickly ran over to check on the woman being dragged.

The woman held her head and breathed rapidly. As soon as Ethan's hand touched her shoulder, the woman started to tremble. Her clothes were torn and her exposed skin was dripping with blood. She was dragged everywhere. A wound on the cement floor.

Ethan sighed, took off his coat twice, and put it on her body.

The roar of the Harley gradually faded away at this time, leaving behind a mess, stalls were destroyed, there were screams of people being attacked everywhere, and the celebration scene was completely destroyed.

Not far away, a livid-faced Brock came over escorting a motorcycle gang. Ethan looked around. Fortunately, he and Brock caught the two murderers and were able to explain.

Otherwise, the Banshee Town Police Department will be in big trouble now.

After all matters were dealt with, everyone returned to the police station.

"Brock, you and Emmett go to the hospital and interrogate the two captured bikies to see if there is any useful information."

Hood held the ice pack on his head and continued to issue orders.

"Ethan, escort Siobhan home."

"For God's sake, I'm a police officer with a gun, and I know what to do if anything happens."

Because she was not at the scene when the incident happened, she felt that she could not help. She was already very upset. When Siobhan heard Hood say this again, his whole body felt as if a thorn had exploded.

"Well, you're right, Ethan, you send her back." Hood had a tough attitude.

Ethan nodded, packed his things, and was about to leave with Siobhan when Hood grabbed his arm and whispered:

"Those motorcycle gangs who have made such a big noise will definitely not give up. You have to keep an eye on Siobhan, she is the main target."

"Don't worry, I know this. I'll leave the rest to you. Remember to turn on the radio today and communicate at any time if you need anything."

Hood nodded awkwardly, and Ethan pulled Siobhan, who looked unhappy, away from the police station.