My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan hung up the phone, took out a bottle of mineral water from the car and rinsed his mouth.

He poured some water and washed his face, hung the police badge on his chest, and drove to Proctor's villa.

When he came to the door, the police lights were flashing and the ambulance had arrived before him.

He and Hood arrived at the scene almost at the same time, and he also had a strong smell of alcohol on his body.

But at this time, no one else can say anything.

After all, it was midnight, so it would be nice to be here. Hood reluctantly smiled at him, turned around and walked inside.

Ethan let go of the medical staff carrying the body bag and walked along the steps to the backyard.

Brock was taking notes for Proctor. In addition to the smell of alcohol, there was also a smell of perfume on his body. This old boy seemed to be having a hot fight with his ex-wife.

Ethan looked around and saw bullet casings and blood stains everywhere on the ground.

Here, it looks like a fierce gun battle has just occurred.

Boden was sitting in the flower bed nearby. There was a wound on his arm, and the medical staff was bandaging him.

There were also several armed guards standing beside the other swimming pool.

"I didn't know what was going on. I was resting at home when gunshots suddenly rang out."

Proctor responded to Brock's inquiry with an impatient expression.

Siobhan came over and handed the transcript to Ethan: "It's from the Red Bone Gang. Two people died and one person was seriously injured. It was all done by Renren."

She stretched out her hand and nodded at Boden, and then kissed a few people next to the swimming pool:

"The guns they had were all registered and there were no issues."

Ethan flipped through it, and it was just about how things happened. He didn't expect the Red Bones Gang to be so brave, and the three of them wanted to kill Proctor.

Hood patted Brock on the shoulder, told him to go away, and said to Proctor:

"This result should be expected by you, right?"

"I don't know what you mean, Sheriff."

Hood sneered: "There are no outsiders here, stop pretending, the moment you kill Alex, this war has already started."

Proctor gritted his teeth and said, "Really?"

"If there is a war, you will know about it."

Ethan stepped forward, picked up a bloody bullet casing, and threw it to Proctor: "They have killed two more people this time. They will not give up. You will continue to receive attacks."

"I don't care." Proctor casually took the cartridge case and threw it aside:

"If Cheton dares to come, I will kill him as well, and the same goes for everyone else. Anyone who wants to deal with me can come, I very much welcome him."

While speaking, he stared at Hood fiercely.

If it weren't for this bastard police chief, I wouldn't be in this predicament.

Killing Alex made the entire Chino tribe hate him.

The independence-making factory was bombed, the source of income was cut off, and Cage was killed today. It was a pleasure, but he still had to spend a lot of money to settle the matter.

He blamed Hood for all this.

If it weren't for that Sheriff's badge he was wearing, Proctor would have crushed Hood to a pulp tonight.

"Let me make this clear."

Hood took a step closer and said unceremoniously: "The fight between you and the Red Bone Gang has nothing to do with me."

"Clean it up for me, don't call the police and disturb my sleep."

The big business was gone, and he was full of anger, but he couldn't vent it to Carly, so he simply vented it at this time.

"Fakeyu, stay away from me."

Proctor angrily said, "You're the Sheriff, I'm the taxpayer, I pay your salary, do your job, and don't let these lowlifes invade my house again."

Seeing that the two were about to clash, Ethan quickly stepped forward and pushed Hood away.

With so many people present, Proctor was now the victim anyway, he was attacked.

If Hood attacks him at this time, it will play into Proctor's hands.

If he makes trouble, Hood will definitely have a hard time.

Emil and Brock also quickly came over and pulled Hood away. Ethan shook his head and opened the transcript:

"Mr. Proctor, you mentioned Cheton just now. How do you know it was him who sent someone to attack you?"

"I thought we could be friends, but I was disappointed."

Proctor looked at him intently for a while, without answering his question at all, threw away his arm and walked towards the house.

"Cheton has returned to the Chino tribe?"

A voice sounded from behind, with a hint of anger.

He looked at Proctor's leaving figure, put away the notebook, and handed it to Siobhan along with the pen:

"It looks like it should be right."

Ethan reached out and touched Siobhan's forehead. She dodged for a moment, but still curled her lips and stopped.

There was a small scar on it, which was left on her from the broken window glass of the police car that rolled over into a ditch last time.

Ethan touched the scar, and a murderous intent flashed through his eyes:

"Don't worry, I will definitely kill Cheton."

"When you say kill him, you mean send him to prison, right?" Siobhan looked at his murderous eyes, quickly looked around, and supplemented him.

"certainly."

Ethan realized that he had made a mistake and grinned: "That's what you understand."

No wonder the Red Bone Gang was so noisy during this period, robbing arms and cooperating with George Hunter.

Now even the assassination of Proctor has been done, and it turns out that it was Cheton who was behind it.

He came back just in time to settle old and new accounts together.

After finishing handling the scene, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, and everyone yawned and went back to their homes.

When Ethan got home, he wanted to ask Nora about Cheton.

Unexpectedly, Nora had also fallen asleep.

She has been busy dealing with matters in the tribe these days. Even with Thompson's help, it still requires a lot of energy.

Ethan stopped disturbing her and went to bed after hastily taking a shower.

The next morning, he was awakened by movement on his body.

The breeze lifted the curtains, and the sun glared.

Nora is full of energy now. She has given full play to the Indian talent hidden deep in her blood and is galloping.

Ethan soon woke up completely, turned over and became the master, and began his early morning exercise.

After the exercise came to an end, Ethan caressed her strong belly:

“I see you’re in a good mood, are things going well?

Nora panted: "Yes, it depends on today. The tribal council will be held in the evening. If nothing else happens, I will be the female chief tomorrow."

Ethan patted her belly: "Don't say such things, I don't like accidents. Do you want to bring a gun at night?"

"Ha ha."

Nora laughed: "That was a sacred occasion."

"So?" Ethan hugged her and walked towards the shower room: "Say it as if you care."

After taking a shower, the two changed clothes in the cloakroom.

Ethan thought of what happened last night and quickly asked: "How did you find out about the whereabouts of the Red Bone Gang's camp last time?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you take care of George?"

Nora put on the holster of her gun under her ribs: "The Redbone Gang is no longer a problem for us."

"Cheton is back." Ethan put on his duty belt:

"He also sent people to attack Proctor last night. Although that has nothing to do with me, but you know that I have a score to settle with Cheton."

"Where was the camp last time?" Nora also frowned when she heard Cheton came back:

"Would you like to go to that place and look for it again?"

"Please, they can't be that stupid."

Ethan shook his head: "The camp was exposed last time. Normal people would move to another place. It's just a tent, not a house."

"Okay, I'll inquire about it today."

Nora habitually unloaded the magazine and checked: "But don't have high hopes. The people I'm in contact with now have almost no interaction with the Red Bone Gang."

Ethan helped her put on her leather jacket: "Just do your best."

The two dressed up and walked out of the house.

During this time, Nora didn’t drive a motorcycle much for safety reasons, and Ethan’s Challenger became almost her exclusive ride.

She also couldn't put it down for this wild muscle car, and she hit the accelerator as soon as she got in the car.

The two cars drove out one after the other and started the day's work.

Banshee Town Police Department, because of what happened last night, several of them sat together and had a morning meeting.

"Guys, even though I don't want to, Proctor is a taxpayer after all."

Brock took a big sip of coffee: "Even after he is convicted, we still have to protect his legal rights, not to mention that now he has no charges."

"So what do you think?" Siobhan's fingers flew, and the ballpoint pen turned rapidly in her hand.

Brock took a slow sip of coffee and said very experiencedly.

"My idea? I don't care about Proctor. We can just pretend for two days and let others see that we are busy."

The ballpoint pen in Siobhan's hand suddenly flew away and was caught by Ethan.

She rolled her eyes at Brock. She had said so righteously just now, and she thought he had some plans.

Siobhan agreed with his suggestion. It was just a show of trying to fish together.

"I think we still need to find a way to find Cheton."

Ethan threw the ballpoint pen to Siobhan and expressed different opinions:

"Don't forget, the Red Bones Gang now has a large number of guns, and these guns are very likely to be pointed at us at some point in the future."

Brock blinked a few times and suddenly remembered the last scene where he was randomly swept away by several AKs.

He immediately sat up straight and said firmly:

"I agree, we can't let those people go."

Siobhan nodded quickly as he thought about how he was beaten so hard that day that he was unable to fight back.

Everyone looked to the side. Hood, like Emmett, was silent and sat in a daze.

"Sheriff?"

Ethan knew that he was still thinking about the money in the military base, so he picked up a piece of eraser and threw it over.

"Walter?"

Hood was stunned and found that everyone was looking at him.

Siobhan had no choice but to repeat what happened just now and wait for Hood to make a decision.

Hood gathered his thoughts and gave the order directly after thinking for a while:

"Yes, we can ignore Proctor's matter, but those guns may pose a threat to us."

"Siobhan, Emmett, and Brock, you patrol as usual. Ethan and I will go to the residence to take a look."

Brock stood up: "Forget it, I'll go with you too."

"Both of you are only hands-on. Communication is also important sometimes."

Ethan nodded to Hood. With Brock's bulging belly and bright forehead, he looked like an old policeman, and his appearance was quite convincing.

After Hood made his decision, everyone started to move and do whatever they had to do.

Ethan buckled his duty belt on his body and slowed down as he looked at the few people walking out.

When Hood came out of the office, the two of them walked out of the police station door together.

"Let it go and stop thinking about it."

"I understand." Hood shook his head: "I just need to adjust."

Ethan knew that his traitorous nature was hard to change, and if he could see it but couldn't eat it, it would definitely be difficult for him to get over it.

Looking at the two police cars leaving, Ethan made a wait gesture to Brock who was sitting in the car, and then raised his chin towards Miles Restaurant:

"Look over there."

In the restaurant, Carly was distributing food to the guests who came for breakfast.

Hood and Carly happened to look at each other through the glass window. Carly smiled at him and nodded, continuing to be busy with the work at hand.

Hood turned his head: "What is your point?"

"That's a lot of money, yes, but she has to risk her life or the rest of her life on it."

"To be honest, I don't care."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and said: "At worst, after stealing the money, I will shoot Carly to death. It will be safe and there will be no further trouble, and I can get a little more."

"What about you? Can you do such a thing?"

"So, don't think about it. It's not like you can't live without that money."

Hood was startled by the scene described by Ethan. He had no doubt that Ethan could do such a thing for his own safety.

He quickly gave up the idea of ​​the military base and persuaded instead:

"You're right. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Forget it this time. Don't think about it anymore."

This is normal operation. If she really wants to do this business, there will be no way for Carly to survive. Hood should try his best to persuade others to give up their thoughts.

Ethan spread his hands: "Are you sure you don't want to think about it anymore?"

Hood nodded quickly: "Yes, very sure."

"Okay, get in the car."

Ethan quickly ran to the passenger seat, opened the door and got into the car.

"asshole."

Hood could only sit in the back row with a grimace and curl up his legs.

The two smashed police cars had not yet been repaired, so they could only squeeze through one car.

Brock shifted into gear and quickly drove out of the parking lot.

All the way into the residence and arriving at the small bar where Tommy Littlestone was found before, Brock no longer cared about law enforcement matters.

He was already used to Hood's style of doing things. Anyway, the Sheriff would be there to support him even if the sky fell.

The vehicle stopped far away and they did not get out of the car in a hurry.

There were several wooden tables set up in front of the shabby bar, and more than a dozen people were sitting there drinking. Some people noticed the police car appearing and cast a wary look.

"As I say, never use a gun."

Brock said solemnly: "Even if they have guns in their hands, they don't dare to use them unless they have to."

"Okay, let's see what clues we can find."