My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"What do these people want to do?"

Emmett wiped the blood from his face and held the gun tightly in his hand.

"No matter what they want to do, we won't let them get their wish." Ethan patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the equipment room with Hood.

Siobhan beckoned the few remaining civilians to the basement, while Alison and Jackson insisted on staying above.

Now that there was no one around, Ethan asked in a low voice:

"You want to kill Proctor?"

"That's right."

Hood nodded: "I'm leaving, leave something before I leave."

"Too impulsive."

Ethan shook his head: "You should be glad that you were not beaten to death."

"My identity is of some use." Hood spat a mouthful of blood to the side:

"Just a little bit."

When he walked inside, Ethan saw the figure flashing and quickly raised his pistol:

"who is it?"

"It's me, Officer Morgan."

Bunker tied the wound with his shirt and held a stick in his hand: "I want to find some handy weapons."

Hood stopped and looked at him carefully:

"You're the one who came here to submit your resume last time, right? You're from the Dade County Police Department?"

"Yes, Sheriff, Kurt Bunker."

Bunker stood up straight, his eyes determined.

"Okay, you're hired."

Not many people dared to stand up at this time, so Hood commandeered him without any hesitation and strode inside.

Ethan took the wooden stick from Bunker's hand and threw it aside:

"What's the use of holding this broken stick? Follow me."

"Okay, officer."

A smile appeared on Bunker's face, and he quickly followed Ethan's pace.

Arriving at the equipment room, Hood opened the gun cabinet.

Since it is a small police station, there are not many firearms inside.

Ethan and Hood together took out all the long and short guns inside and placed them on the table next to them.

Bunker was not idle either, opening his arms to take out all the ammunition.

Two Remington M870s, two Glock 17s, and three AR15s, this was all the equipment in the gun cabinet, leaving only a soft body armor, which Hood put on without ceremony.

When Ethan and the others were on duty, they all wore body armor, so they no longer needed it.

However, he still walked aside and took out all the bulletproof inserts in the small box on the ground.

After installing the panels on the front and rear, he patted himself and made a bang bang sound.

Soft body armor is better than nothing against the firepower of AK and military M4. With the plug-in board, it is much more secure, and Hood plugged it in for himself without ceremony.

Bunker was very conscious. After putting the things away, he didn't do anything secretly.

"Can you use a gun?"

Ethan picked up a Remington shotgun and looked at Bunker.

"certainly."

Bunker nodded, took the shotgun, and loaded the ammunition.

The three people quickly loaded all the firearms on the table with ammunition and loaded them.

Now every second counts, and there is a loud clicking sound of reloading.

Not long after, they appeared in the lobby fully armed, and there was another sound of bullets hitting the rolling shutter door. Cheton and the others were still testing the condition of the rolling shutter door.

"Waterfa?"

Emmett saw the gun on Bunker's back and looked at Hood with an unhappy expression.

"This is Kurt Bunker."

Hood spoke firmly and pointed at Bunker: "Our new police officer, I just approved his application for employment."

Seeing what Emmett wanted to say, Ethan quickly pulled him aside and handed him the shotgun: "We need people now."

"Anyone who can help, he is."

"You also know that there is nothing wrong with his resume. Maybe he has already made changes. You need to give him a chance and give us a chance."

After Emmett was silent for a while, he took the shotgun and the ammunition from Ethan's hand:

"I'll keep an eye on him."

"no problem."

Ethan put his arm around his shoulders: "If Bunker is still the same person as before, I will help you kill him as soon as possible."

"Just like I took out those two guys who were harassing Meg, okay?"

"I trust you."

Emil smiled and patted Ethan hard on the back.

Seeing that Emmett had no objection, Brock said nothing and took the AR15 from Hood.

At this time, Jackson came over.

He said to Hood excitedly: "What now Mr. Proctor?"

Everyone around him looked over, and Hood could only cheer up:

"I don't understand you."

"Allowing him to stay in a detention warehouse under such circumstances violates his civil liberties." Jackson spread his hands:

"Get him out quickly."

"I don't agree with your point of view." Hood shrugged and curled his lips.

Jackson gritted his teeth: "Sheriff, will you let him go?"

"Don't let go."

"OK."

Jackson turned around angrily and looked at Alison Medin angrily: "Now law enforcement officers intend to put my client's life in danger."

"You're the district attorney, do what you're supposed to do."

In this situation, Alison was unwilling to let Proctor out and be in the same room with him. She also shook her head firmly:

"This is a war zone and legal proceedings do not apply."

There were dozens of armed gangsters outside. Ethan didn’t want to listen to his nonsense anymore and strode forward:

"You are a civilian, go to the basement quickly."

Jackson frowned and said, "I'm not going anywhere without Mr. Proctor."

Unexpectedly, this lawyer was so loyal to Proctor.

He took out a Glock and patted it on Jackson: "You can stay here to make yourself useful."

Jackson rubbed his nose, his eyes wandering:

"I can't use a gun."

"What a waste."

Alison picked up the pistol and said with contempt: "I don't know how, but it doesn't stop me from using it to protect myself."

She looked at Ethan and flashed the Glock in her hand:

"What's the use of teaching me?"

Ethan suddenly broke out in white sweat and quickly crouched down. He dodged the gun and grabbed Alison's hand.

Alison looked at the people who were dodging with an embarrassed look on her face, and pursed her lips.

There was no good solution now. After Ethan grabbed her hand, he said seriously: "The first rule is, if you don't want to kill that person, don't point the gun at him."

"I suggest you point your gun in the air. It's safer that way, okay?"

Pointing to the ground, Ethan was afraid that her feet would pop when she was nervous. Although it was more dangerous to hand over the gun to a new person, there was no other way now.

"I see."

Alison quickly grabbed the pistol with both hands and cocked it.

Ethan pulled out his Glock and signaled: "Under normal circumstances, the index finger is placed outside the guard."

"When you see the enemy, pull the trigger."

"Don't worry about anything. Just shoot five or six times when you see someone. If you're worried, it doesn't matter if you empty the magazine."

After making sure she understood, Ethan stepped aside.

"Thanks."

Bunker whispered his thanks. It had been a long time since anyone had stood up for him like Ethan.

"Don't let me down, okay?" Ethan stared into his eyes.

"I see."

Bunker tightened his grip on the shotgun.