My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The coffee cup spun forward and flew forward. While breaking the glass cover, it also hit the red button hard.

At the same time, gunfire flashed outside the police station.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Ethan swore that this was the most exciting scene he had ever experienced, with dozens of firearms firing wildly at the police station.

It can only be said to be worse than the last time the rabbit attacked.

Bullets came in like a torrent, tearing apart anything in their path and window glass shattering with bangs.

Glass shards flew everywhere like crystals under the illumination of car headlights.

The computer screen exploded, the desk made a popping sound, leaving bullet holes.

Due to Ethan's reminder, most people reacted quickly and lay down on the ground, but some people did not react in time and were taken away in a wave before they even had time to scream.

Ethan watched helplessly as a civilian who came to do something was shot in the neck several times.

The man's neck crooked, and before he fell to the ground, he was shot again in the head.

Splashes of blood splashed onto the glass of the Sheriff's Office, and the glass above was immediately shattered by gunfire.

He could only hold his head with his hands, stick to the ground tightly, and let the broken things fall on his body.

It's too late, but it's soon.

After the red button was touched, several rolling shutters quickly lowered from above, blocking the incoming bullets outside.

In just two or three seconds, the police station was like a scene after a storm, with chaos.

There was a clanking sound from the rolling shutter door, and the intensive gunshots soon stopped. Ethan shook off the debris on his body and stood up quickly.

Everyone lay down in fear, not yet recovering from the gunfire attack.

Siobhan was next to him, and Ethan quickly helped her up:

"Are you OK?"

"fine."

Siobhan patted his chest, looking shocked.

After cleaning the glass fragments from her body, Ethan looked around. At this time, the people lying on the ground also stood up.

"They're from the Red Bone Gang." Emmett's cheek was scratched, and a stream of blood flowed from the wound.

"Alma," Hood yelled to the front desk, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Run the radio to call for backup."

Hood had just had a tooth knocked out by Proctor, and now he was speaking slurred: "Calling the county police and state police."

Alma reached for the radio with trembling hands and pressed it a few times, but nothing happened.

Taking a closer look, there were several bullet holes on it, and sparks were coming out of them. Unsurprisingly, they had been damaged by stray bullets in the attack just now.

"The radio is broken," she shouted in frustration.

"Phone." Alison Medin quickly took out her phone, only to find that there was no signal at all.

"I don't have a signal here."

"Me too."

People who took out their mobile phones shouted loudly and shook the phones in their hands.

"Shet."

Hood kicked the desk next to him: "These bastards have jammers on their hands."

"Is everyone else okay?"

Emmett and Brock responded loudly, but in fact, the person who was really in trouble could no longer speak.

Ethan walked up to a civilian lying in a pool of blood, took off his coat and covered his head.

There was a movement next to him. A piece of broken glass was inserted into Bunker's shoulder, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Ethan stepped forward and helped him check the wound.

"Can you bear it?"

"no problem."

Bunker gritted his teeth and looked at Ethan's fingers pinched on the glass.

Ethan used his fingers hard to slowly pull out the fragments that were several centimeters deep into his skin.

The corners of his eyes twitched and he didn't groan.

"Yes, he is a tough guy."

Ethan threw the shard of glass aside, breaking into several pieces on the ground.

"Thanks."

Bunker whispered his thanks and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Under Hood's command, everyone gathered in the office area.

Bunker unbuttoned and took off his shirt, revealing the black tight vest underneath. His shoulders were already stained red with blood from the wound.

Alma, Emmett, and District Attorney Allison, the three of them had complicated eyes when they saw Bunker's appearance.

There is disgust and there is fear.

The reason is simple. There are swastika tattoos everywhere on Bunker’s arms and chest.

As ethnic minorities, they will naturally be more sensitive.

After Bunker wiped the blood with his shirt, he noticed the looks from everyone, his face turned red, and he explained anxiously:

"I can understand you guys. My appearance can make people feel uneasy."

"But I can guarantee that that's not who I am now."

Alison didn't speak, just shook her head slowly.

"never mind."

Bunker knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, so he pursed his lips and walked towards the back.

"Bang bang."

The iron gate was kicked several times by people outside, making a loud noise.

"Check ammo, hurry up."

A thunderous voice sounded outside, and it was very identifiable, it was Cheton.

Proctor's scalp felt numb when he saw two people being shot to death in the detention warehouse next to him.

He is now locked in an iron cage with nowhere to hide.

Looking at Hood walking around, Proctor shouted loudly:

"Hood, let me out."

"shut up."

Hood pointed at Proctor's nose and cursed unceremoniously, and then continued to check for loopholes.

"boom."

Proctor kicked the iron cage angrily: "Let me out of this broken cage. There is no cover here."

"Shut up, Proctor."

Brock was moving a table with Ethan, and he yelled at Proctor:

"Don't you see the current situation? We also have no cover."

Proctor shook the iron cage hard: "Fakeyu, I have no place to hide."

Brock ignored him, and he and Ethan pushed the table against the rolling shutter door.

Ethan stretched out his hand and touched the gate. There were many slightly raised areas.

"This gate won't last long."

"I know."

Brock wiped the sweat from his head: "It's better than nothing."

Siobhan and Emmett also came over at this time, and Emmett asked solemnly:

""What should we do now? "

"The radio is broken and the phone can't be connected." Brock tapped his belt and said helplessly:

"You just have to wait for people nearby to notice what happened and then contact the county police or state police."

"But we don't know how long it will take. Looking at it now, we can only hold on here and hope that this rolling gate can last long enough."

Hood also came over and clapped his hands:

"Siobhan, you take a few civilians to the basement."

"Ethan, you and I go to the equipment room. We need equipment now. The more the better."

"Brock, you and Emmett will stay here for now."

In a short time, he had arranged for several people thoroughly. Although he was planning to leave, he still wanted to save his life first.

Judging from the firepower just now, there were no fewer than twenty gangsters outside.

Moreover, they were holding firearms stolen from military bases, all of which were heavy firepower such as AKs and military M4s.

Support could not arrive for a while, and Hood only felt a dull pain in his cheek.

Thanks to brother Fuduoduo for the reward, thank you