My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rebecca stepped on the brakes and the Mercedes-Benz left a long brake mark.

The car body swayed violently for a few times before suddenly stopping.

She quickly turned her head and looked behind her.

The red van was still rolling backwards like a rolling gourd, leaving broken glass and broken plastic parts all over the floor.

Rebecca took a few heavy breaths and slapped the steering wheel happily.

Boden's heart was also beating violently. He didn't expect Rebecca to play so crazy. As long as the other party also fought hard, it was impossible to tell who would die and who would live.

After she calmed down, Rebecca pushed the car door hard.

She and Boden strode toward the back together.

The high heels clicked on the ground, and over the plastic parts and glass fragments on the ground, the two people came to the van that had stopped rolling and completely deformed.

The red van overturned and white smoke was still pouring out of the engine.

Rebecca knelt down and looked into the cab.

The two aborigines inside were swaying around, dripping with blood, and one of them had his neck twisted at a strange angle.

Only the pilot was left, his chest still heaving violently.

His head shook, and blood was still spurting out from the wounds on it.

Rebecca smiled charmingly at him, raised her middle finger and stood up.

There was the sound of water hitting the ground next to her, and the sunlight was a bit dazzling. She shielded her eyes with her hands and looked towards the place where the sound of dripping water was heard.

The fuel tank of the van was ruptured and the gasoline inside was leaking out along the rupture.

A large area was already soaked on the ground, and the smell of gasoline filled the nostrils.

She shrugged at Boden and stretched out her small white hand.

Boden took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to her, then quickly left the gasoline range.

Rebecca opened the lid and turned the sparkler. With a swish sound, a small flame burst out.

He took a few steps back and flicked the lighter in his hand.

The lighter drew a perfect arc with the flame and fell into the gasoline. The flames instantly shot up and spread quickly along the cement road.

In the desperate eyes of the Redbone Gang driver, flames swept towards the car.

Rebecca and Boden ignored the heart-rending screams behind them and strode towards the black Mercedes-Benz dozens of meters away.

As they drove away, flames had engulfed the van and black smoke was rising into the sky.

Ethan looked at the empty Sheriff's Office and took a sip of coffee.

Hood was still on vacation today, and it was also a day when he didn't answer the phone. In fact, he knew that he would definitely choose to leave this time, but he just needed some time to say goodbye.

He is definitely still in Banshee Town now, but he is not sure if he will come to work tomorrow.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded, and Brock strode over:

"I just got a call from fire rescue and there was a car accident on Route 6."

"Then what?" Ethan put down the cup.

"Both of the deceased were members of the Redbones gang, who brought Tommy Littlestone's body back to the settlement today."

"There are no surprises."

Ethan stood up and picked up his duty belt: "I bet you ten dollars that Proctor sent someone to do it."

"I bet with you even though I know I will definitely lose. Am I such a fool?"

Brock glanced at him angrily: "Let's go to the scene and take a look at the situation."

After a very fast journey, when we arrived at the scene of the accident, in addition to the fire truck, there was also a Chino Police Department police car parked nearby.

This is the junction of Banshee Town and the Chino Tribe, and both sides have jurisdiction.

However, for some well-known reasons, the Chino Police Department can ignore it as long as it can.

Usually, only one person can come to the scene.

When I stopped the car, I saw Amy King holding a record book and squatting next to an overturned car.

Ethan closed the car door, stepped aside from the firefighter who was rolling up the water hose, and walked to Amy King. There was still a burning smell in the air.

"Hi, Amy."

Ethan knelt down and looked at the two charred people in the cab: "Are there any useful clues?"

"I thought I had a bad enough day."

When Brock saw the huddled charred corpse, he lifted his duty belt and his whole face wrinkled.

Amy turned around and looked at Brock dissatisfied. After all, it was a member of the tribe who died, so her face would not look good.

"Feel sorry."

Brock realized he had made a mistake and spread his hands.

Amy sighed, then stood up: "The driver is Hakan Evans, and he signed the body at the morgue today."

"The identity of the other deceased person needs dental records to confirm."

Ethan buckled his belt and looked around: "I don't think there are any witnesses in this place, right?"

"Obviously, we didn't have that luck."

Amy took off her sunglasses, revealing her big bright eyes: "The second set of brake marks proves that there were other vehicles here at the time, but it didn't have any effect."

Brock curled his lips: "Could it be an accident?"

"It can't be an accident."

Ethan and Amy said in unison, they looked at each other, and Amy continued excitedly:

"Everyone knows who did it, and Cheton will take this as a declaration of war against him."

Ethan spread his hands: "Amy, calm down, the war has already started, and the two of them have never stopped."

"All we need to do is control the intensity and not let them harm civilians."

"Yeah?"

Amy sighed heavily and put on her sunglasses: "I heard you killed Tommy."

"Yes."

Ethan nodded: "I'm just doing my job, you understand."

Amy crossed her arms, her chest rising and falling.

"But Cheton won't understand. He will target you and he will definitely take revenge."

Ethan's eyes lit up. Amy hugged her hands and stretched her clothes tightly. Unexpectedly, her small body contained a lot of energy.

Amy noticed Ethan's gaze and put her hand down hurriedly.

Ethan coughed and continued to stare at it, admiring it openly.

He patted the holster on his waist with his hand and said unceremoniously:

"I will wait for him, and I have been waiting for him."

Amy's cheeks blushed slightly under her sunglasses. Without saying anything else, she turned around and walked towards the police car.

Looking at her twisting waist, Ethan was stunned. He didn't realize that this little policewoman was also a treasure.

"cough."

There was a heavy cough, and Brock walked to his side: "It's already far away, don't look at it."

Ethan said seriously: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just studying the difference between the Chino Police Department's radio and ours."

Brock touched the radio hanging above his butt and gave Ethan a thumbs up.

"No matter what, it's brother Cheton who died this time. He will definitely do something crazy. Let's keep our spirits up these two days."

Ethan patted Brock on the shoulder, turned around and sat back in the police car.