My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After the scene was quiet for a while, Brock remembered something.

"Hood."

He took a step forward with a nervous look on his face: "There is no gate for the emergency exit in the basement."

Hood then remembered that Siobhan was the only one in the basement now. If someone touched the back door, they could easily break in.

He patted his forehead: "Emmett, you, Bunker and Alison, go to the basement to help."

There is a narrow passage in the basement leading to the emergency exit.

Although Alison was of no use, there were four guns guarding her, so everything was safe.

"OK."

Bunker grabbed a handful of shotgun shells lying on the table next to him and put them in his pocket, then looked at Emmett.

Before Emmett could speak, Alison objected first. She said in a disgusted tone:

"I'm not going to act with this guy, don't even think about it."

Bunker pursed his lips and tightened his shotgun: "I don't mean to disrespect you, madam, I know my appearance can cause misunderstandings."

"Forget it, there's no need to talk about this nonsense." Alison interrupted him and stared at Bunker:

"I've seen too many people like you in my life."

"Don't pretend to repent. People like you will never repent. They only have hatred in their hearts."

"Hey."

Ethan stopped her: "Are you sure now is a good time to start a fight?"

"If you want to help, then help."

"Okay, I'll help." Alison weighed the Glock and stared at Bunker fiercely:

"Let me be clear, I'm just a newbie and my gun could easily go off if someone made any misleading move."

Ethan looked at Bunker and he nodded silently.

Emmett was about to lead the two of them towards the basement when Ethan grabbed his arm:

"Give this to Siobhan."

Looking at the last AR15 and two bulletproof inserts in front of him, Emmett said hesitantly:

"What about you?"

"Don't worry, I still have a gun in my drawer."

Ethan patted the Glock on his waist and firmly handed the AR15 to Emmett, asking him to take it to Siobhan.

Hood and Brock also had two rifles in their hands, plus their own pistols. It was not a big problem to guard the top. He was very confident in his marksmanship.

Emmett nodded, took the AR15 and strode away with Bunker and the others.

Ethan patted his holster and walked quickly to his table.

He reached out and opened the drawer, and there instantly appeared an Python revolver and two loaded speed loaders.

After hesitating for a moment, three more grenades came out of the drawer.

This was leftover from the last time I went to New York. It has been kept in a space. It just came in handy today, but it’s hard to find an excuse.

He rolled his eyes and raised his head:

"Sheriff."

"What's up?"

Hood walked over quickly with a gun in hand. When he saw the contents of Ethan's drawer, his face suddenly lit up with joy.

Ethan put the grenade into the document bag, handed it to Hood, and whispered:

"I got this from Feiao last time. Please think of a reason."

"I see."

Hood didn't know why Ethan kept a few grenades in his drawer, but he was too lazy to think about it at this time.

In critical moments, this thing can come in handy.

He casually took the bag and walked to the office.

Ethan took out the speed loader from the drawer and put it into his duty belt, and put the revolver directly on the table.

Looking up, Brock was looking nervously in the direction of the door. Proctor and his lawyer Jackson were whispering and discussing countermeasures.

"Click."

Light the lighter.

Under the astonished looks of several of them, Ethan leisurely lit a cigarette.

Brock's throat felt dry and he coughed:

"What should we do now?"

"Wait."

Ethan put the lighter into the cigarette case and threw it to Brock.

Hood fiddled with the filing cabinets behind the Sheriff's Office for a while before strolling out.

He took the cigarette handed by Brock and lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke heavily, and opened his palm to Brock again.

Looking at the round thing in Hood's hand, Brock choked on his cigarette.

"Cough cough cough."

After a violent cough, Brock's eyes filled with water.

He wiped the corners of his eyes and asked in disbelief: "Where did you get this thing from?"

Hood shrugged, pursed his lips at Proctor, and said nothing.

Brock suddenly made up his mind. The last time he searched Proctor's arsenal, there were a lot of these grenades in it.

Could it be that Hood stole a few of them himself? Thinking of this, Brock took a breath, he was so brave.

But thinking that the person in front of him was Hood, he smiled and shook his head.

The man in front of him was the most wanton and reckless police chief he had ever seen, and he was not surprised by anything he did.

Now that he has this thing, Brock is suddenly more confident.

"You can use it."

Brock pushed his hand away, saying that his AR15 was enough.

"I still have."

Hood carefully patted his pocket, and there were two bulging guys inside.

Brock rolled his eyes and took the grenade:

"I'm serious, what should we do now?"

"Find a good position and spread out, find cover, and shoot anyone who breaks in." Hood said a harsh word and walked towards Ethan.

The grenade spun around in a circle, and when it returned to his hand, only one was left.

But it was better than nothing. He chewed his cigarette and stood behind a pillar, looking at Proctor in the detention room.

Proctor was pacing back and forth in the iron cage like a trapped animal, and his lawyer was squatting next to him like a pet.

It was just Jackson's eyes that looked at the bunch of keys on the table from time to time.

That was Siobhan's key. She forgot to take it with her when she went to the basement. The key above can open the iron door of the detention room.

Jackson noticed Ethan looking at him and quickly looked away.

Ethan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes flashing.

Nora and Amy King helped search for several days, but they were unable to find the whereabouts of the Redbone Gang's camp.

They couldn't keep looking for Cheton like they were digging for mice. The settlement was so big and there were forests everywhere. They could just close their tents and there would be no place to look.

Now that Cheton has taken the initiative to come to the door, tonight is the best time.

After tonight, Cheton will definitely flee, and it is impossible for him to come back. This is also an opportunity to capture both Proctor and Cheton in one fell swoop.

"Hood."

There was a loud roar outside the door, it was Cheton's voice.

Several people looked at each other, and Hood strode to the rolling shutter door and hid behind the wall: "I'm listening."

"I know Kay Proctor and Ethan Morgan are in it."

Cheton's voice came through the rolling shutter door: "Hand them over, I promise you, no one else will be harmed."

"Let me think about it."

Hood was trying to buy time, which was what they needed most right now.

"I'll give you two minutes."

Cheton knew what he was planning and gave a final warning.

It soon became quiet again outside, and Hood took a few steps back and looked at Proctor without saying a word.

Jackson stood up and wiped the sweat from his head:

"Sheriff, you're not seriously considering handing Mr. Proctor over to that lunatic out there, are you?"

Before Jackson could reply, Proctor said calmly:

"Don't worry, Cheton doesn't just want me."