My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The purpose of opening the cell door was to clear up trouble for the Banshee Town Police Department.

After all, several civilians had just seen Proctor locked inside. Now that the door was open, he did not run out and was killed by a stray bullet. He could not blame others.

Ethan looked at Proctor's body and sighed.

For someone like him, being trapped in an iron cage without even a chance to fight back would be too oppressive.

Originally, he wanted to create an opportunity for him to be beaten to death by the Red Bone Gang.

This is simple and hassle-free.

Before Ethan could figure out how to act, Proctor was killed by a stray bullet, which was an unexpected surprise.

The slide is pulled and the bullet is loaded.

The sound woke up Hood and the others, and Ethan said in a deep voice:

"We have to take the initiative. It seems like the rolling shutters won't be able to stop it for that long."

"What's your idea?" Brock's face was bloody, and he had a cut from the flying red brick just now.

Ethan looked at the small hole in the rolling shutter door, and figures flickered.

"It is now clear that the front door was Cheton's main direction of attack."

"Tell Siobhan and Amy to come up and help. Hood and I will try to fight out the back door."

"That's what I thought too." Hood was not one to sit back and wait for death. He would rather go out and charge instead of die in frustration like Proctor.

Who knows if the Redbone Gang has a second M60 machine gun.

Brock hesitated: "Would it be too risky?"

"Won't."

Hood said decisively: "Go and ask them two to come up, hurry up."

Brock had no choice but to grit his teeth, put away his gun and ran to the basement.

Basement, next to the passage.

After Emmett got the generator, he returned to the stacked wooden boxes and replaced Siobhan.

The passage was unusually quiet, just like usual.

Bunker moved his shoulders, sweat soaked in, and there was a stinging pain.

The space above was spacious, and there was still residual air conditioning. Everyone was sweating, let alone the basement, where his mohawk was wet.

Bunker wiped the sweat from his face again: "I can feel you staring at me."

Before Emmett could speak, he continued:

"I am not the kind of person you imagined now."

"Really?" That's great. Emmett scoffed: "I guess you've changed, right?" "

"That's right."

"Do you think I would believe it?"

Emmett glanced at him, and the swastika in the corner of Bunker's eye stung his heart. He looked at the back door and said:

"My father believed that everyone is equal before the law."

"Even a black man at the bottom can get the same opportunities. You just have to believe in the system."

"He not only believed it, he did it."

"Until one day, his boss withheld his salary for no reason. My father couldn't bear it and took his boss to court."

Emmett looked at Bunker: "Do you know how the court ruled?"

"Compensate your father's wages and fines." Bunker thought for a moment and said seriously.

"White people."

Emmett smiled hoarsely and shook his head: "The judge told my father that you must have a conscience and not bite the hand that fills your stomach."

"Not only did he lose the case, he lost his job."

Bunker closed his mouth and blinked, wondering why such a verdict was made.

“A few years later, he bought his first car and it was stolen.”

Emmett looked at the police badge in front of him and sighed: "My father, like other law-abiding citizens, found the police."

"Do you know what the police said?"

Bunker was smart this time and didn't speak, listening silently.

"The answer he got from the policeman's mouth was: Boy, don't you know we have more important things to do than find a car for Nico?"

"The point is, my father believed in the system until his death."

"What's interesting is that the system didn't have anyone standing up for him until he died."

Emmett's eyes became determined: "Because of this, I chose to be a police officer, hoping to help people like my father."

"So that good people don't have to suffer from people like you."

"And people like you have always existed."

"Not long ago, my pregnant wife almost had a miscarriage, also because of someone with the same tattoo as you."

"Sharp, have you heard of this name?"

Bunker nodded silently. He was once his little brother and was no stranger to him.

"That's good, you tell me."

Emmett narrowed his eyes and looked at Bunker, his eyes bursting with anger: "Why do you expect me to believe you?"

"Tell me, Bunker, what could possibly fill a man with so much hatred that he would have it permanently tattooed on his body, declaring his hatred to the world."

Bunker was silent for a while, then released one hand to grab the black vest on his body, and pulled the vest open.

Inside was a large and shocking scar, which blurred out a large swastika. After confirming that Emmett saw it, he put down his vest:

"I've made changes, but it takes time."

"When I was a kid, my dad was the most powerful man in my life."

"He hit me all the time, hit my mom, especially when he was drunk," Bunker said slowly.

"So whenever I have the chance, I try not to go home."

"Perhaps for this reason, I had a very severe stutter when I was a child. I could hardly speak. Everyone called me mute."

"Except for one person, Tonk."

"He lives near my house. He's a big guy, covered in tattoos. He's what you'd call a villain."

Bunker lowered his head with complicated eyes, remembering the past things:

"He never bullied me. Every time he saw me, he would chat with me and tell me that I had the power to change my situation."

"Tonk introduced me to his brothers. Only among those people can I feel that there are still people in the world who care about my existence."

"One day, my father was drunk and beat me again."

"Tonk took me directly home, grabbed my father's throat, forced him to apologize, and made him promise not to do anything to me again."

Bunker turned his head and looked at Emmett:

"Tonk said to my father, your son, from now on, is a member of the fraternity."

"There was a fear in my father's eyes that I had never seen before."

He turned around and gritted his teeth and said:

"Since then, my father has never dared to lay a finger on me."

"That was the first time in my life that I felt empowered and cared for."

"After I realized it, these tattoos were all over my body and I did a lot of things that I regret."

After he finished speaking, Emmett said dullly:

"Don't make any excuses for what you do, it's wrong."

"I see."

Bunker's tone was slow and he said word by word: "I just want you to know what kind of person I am."