My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Night falls, Chino Police Department.

In the evidence room, on a table in the middle, there was a humanoid object wrapped in white cloth.

The oil seeping out from inside has soaked the white cloth.

The top is yellow and black, which makes people feel creepy.

Amy King was leaning against the evidence shelf and looking blankly at the body on the table. She knew exactly what this meant.

As the person who has dealt with the Redbones the most, Amy knows that Tommy is Cheton's last vestige of humanity.

Now that this humanity has been wiped out, I'm afraid Cheton will take crazy revenge.

There were footsteps and she raised her head.

Chief Yazzie of the Chino Police Department walked in while wearing his coat.

Amy's eyes were complicated: "Are you about to get off work?"

"Um."

Yaz zipped up his zipper, looked at the body on the table and shook his head.

Amy clenched her fists and asked uncontrollably:

"You knew they were coming soon, why didn't you stay and dissuade them? You know you are the police chief."

"You want to take care of the Red Bone Gang's affairs, do whatever you want, don't take me with you." Yaz said with an indifferent expression: "I'm going home."

"Even if the house is on fire, don't call me."

Amy was so angry that she quickly stepped forward and grabbed his clothes: "For God's sake, we are the police."

"Let go of your hand."

Yaz slapped her hand away and said angrily: "You are not the police chief yet, and you want to take care of me?"

"I don't understand what you mean?" Amy was confused.

"Stop pretending, Bichi." Yaz pushed her hard and pushed Amy to the ground:

"I don't care who you get involved with, as long as I'm still the police chief, it won't be your turn to tell me what to do."

Nora Langcid has been in office for a few days, and Yaz has already found out through his connections that his Sheriff is definitely out of business.

And the person who replaced him was actually his own little policewoman.

Originally, he planned to endure it and pass by without looking up or down, but he didn't expect that before he even got off the stage, Amy was pointing fingers at him.

I have been a police chief for more than ten or twenty years. Even if I step down, I believe that the other party cannot do anything to me.

Amy was completely confused at this time and had no idea what Yaz was talking about.

He hasn't become a police chief yet, and he has a relationship with someone.

She had been busy trying to find the whereabouts of the Red Bone Gang's camp these past few days, and had no idea what was going on.

Yaz wanted to say something more, but suddenly he felt like there was a beast standing behind him.

The hair on his neck stood up, as if he had been stared at by a brown bear when he was hunting.

Before Yaz could turn around, a thick palm firmly grasped his neck. Yaz's scalp was numb due to the rough palm.

The palm of his hand quickly released and pushed him to the wall on the side.

The person coming was none other than Cheton. He was wearing a traditional Indian vest and had a gloomy expression.

Amy stood up and was about to say something.

But when she saw Cheton's eyes filled with murderous intent, she closed her mouth angrily.

Cheton walked to the table, stared blankly at Tommy who was wrapped in white cloth, stretched out his palm and gently touched the head.

It was cold and without any warmth.

The lively younger brother who had been following him since childhood, the younger brother whose smile was full of sunshine, has now turned into a half-burnt corpse.

Cheton stood there for several minutes, no one knew what he was thinking.

Yaz didn't dare to breathe, and stared straight at the ground.

After a moment, Cheton carefully inserted his hands under the white cloth and picked up Tommy Littlestone's body.

Not only Yaz, but Amy also didn't do anything to stop him.

The Indians have their own set of rituals. As Tommy's only relative, Cheton picked him up as a matter of course.

Cheton just carried Tommy's body and walked outside. More than a dozen Redbone Gang members in the evidence room made way for a passage.

These dozen people and the weapons in their hands were the reason why Yaz did not dare to say a word.

It wasn't until the chaotic footsteps disappeared that Yaz managed to straighten his clothes.

He no longer cared about Amy, turned around and walked out of the evidence room.

In the blink of an eye, only Amy was left in the room with her head in confusion.

In an open space in the Redbone Gang camp, a dozen cars formed a circle, with their headlights turned on, illuminating the middle area like daylight.

A high pile of dead branches has been piled up here, and a simple wooden frame has been built above the branches.

The bodies of Tommy Littlestone and another Redbone Gang member had been placed on the wooden frame. Dozens of people gathered around them, all of them with solemn expressions.

Cheton held a torch in his hand. He looked at the body lying on the wooden frame, his eyes filled with sadness.

A leather drum beat, and a sad chant echoed through the woods.

After a few minutes, the chanting stopped.

There was silence, only heavy breathing could be heard.

Cheton stepped forward with heavy steps and came to the wooden frame. The branches here had been doused with gasoline.

He waved his arm and threw the torch.

The torch spun twice in the air and fell on the pile of branches.

"boom."

The fire grew stronger instantly and engulfed the two bodies placed on the wooden frame.

Cheton did not take a step back, letting the flames burn in front of him. The fire danced in his eyes and turned into the flame of revenge.

He waved his hand to wipe away the sparks on his body and walked towards the back.

Taking the AK handed over by his subordinates, Cheton looked around and painted his face red and blue with paint.

Cheton's eyes were cold and he made a thunderous sound in his abdomen:

"These white people have never stopped persecuting us, and they will never stop doing this."

"The Banshee Police Department has to pay, and Proctor has to pay."

He raised the rifle in his hand high: "Revenge."

"Uh-huh."

Dozens of long and short guns were raised all around, and everyone shouted loudly: "Revenge."

"Da da da."

Cheton pulled the trigger, and the AK burst into flames.

All of a sudden, dozens of guns fired into the night sky at the same time, and the sound of the gunshots scared away a large group of night birds.

After finishing the bullets in the magazine, Cheton took the lead and jumped into a jeep.

The door slammed, the engine roared, and a dozen cars roared out of the woods and drove towards Banshee Town.

Barn, second floor.

The ground beside the bed was littered with beer bottles, and the room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke.

The sound of running water sounded from the shower room next to it. After a while, the sound of water stopped and Hood walked out of it.

Taking advantage of the last rays of light before sunset, he carefully shaved off the stubble on his face in front of the mirror.

The wound above is still a little swollen, but overall it's healing well.

He threw away the razor, picked up his jeans, put them on, and found a reasonably clean shirt.

When he saw the police badge on the cabinet, he hesitated.

Without picking up the police badge, Hood directly picked up his Glock pistol.

He had made up his mind to leave, and before leaving, he decided to give Banshee a gift.