My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After Brock left, Ethan also pulled out the revolver he had placed on his waist.

A revolver in one hand and a Glock in the other, crossed in front of him.

"You're wasting your time here." Hood said with a smile when he saw his murderous look.

"Then where is it not wasted?"

Ethan replied with a cigarette in his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

"For example, the federal department?" Hood raised his eyebrows as he listened to the rustling footsteps outside:

"That Special Agent Phillips liked you very much last time."

"The most important thing in life is to be happy."

After taking a puff of the cigarette, Ethan pursed his lips and spit out the cigarette butt: "I am tied up in everything I do in the federal department. Do you think I will be happy?"

Now that Proctor is dead, he can easily make millions a year, so why should he be restricted by others.

There is also a background check here, and he doesn't want everything to be investigated clearly.

Hood is also a free and undisciplined person, so he naturally understands what he means.

Soon, dense footsteps sounded, and Brock returned to the hall with Emmett and Siobhan.

Emmett and Siobhan were stunned when they saw that the top was even more damaged than before, with huge bullet holes everywhere on the wall.

When he saw Proctor lying in a pool of blood, he stopped even more.

They didn't expect that the person who had been entangled with them for so long would die like this, but they didn't think much about it and quickly looked away.

Siobhan strode forward and looked at Ethan nervously:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ethan pursed his lips and said, "We can't wait like this, and you know it in your heart."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Let's go." Hood put the loaded magazine into the AR15: "There are only Bunker and District Attorney Alison Medin down there."

Seeing Siobhan's nervous expression, Ethan grinned:

"Don't worry. Whenever you see me in trouble, take care of yourself."

"Promise me to kill everyone who breaks in."

Siobhan nodded heavily and leaned against the spot where Ethan was just now, while Brock and Emmett quickly dispersed.

When he walked to Brock, he slipped something into Hood.

"Take this, we won't need it here."

Hood took the grenade without saying anything, patted Brock on the shoulder, and walked downstairs with Ethan.

This place is only a little safer than rushing out. After all, this is Cheton's main attack direction.

Outside the police station, Cheton clenched his fists as he looked at the blown-up M60 machine gun. Who would have thought that the people inside the police station actually had grenades and blew up the only machine gun in his hand.

At this time, a person also ran over from behind the corner next to him.

He panted and held his legs: "No, there are people watching at the back door. There are at least four or five guns. The passage inside is too small. As soon as our people entered, all of them died."

Cheton didn't notice that this man's eyes were wandering when he spoke.

"Forget it, just stay over there." Cheton waved his hand:

"Don't let them get out."

"Okay, boss." The man nodded quickly, feeling secretly happy.

After he left, Cheton saw the door frame above the police station. His eyes lit up and he quickly gave instructions.

After a while, a pickup truck drove over in reverse.

Two members of the Red Bone Gang rushed forward with crowbars. With a bang, the crowbar slammed into the bottom of the rolling shutter door. They mustered all their strength with their arms and pressed down hard.

A gap was quickly pried out of the rolling shutter door.

Cheton walked over quickly holding a large iron hook with a cable as thick as his thumb.

He swung the hook upwards and fell through the steel door frame.

Rolling shutters protect the people inside, but they also create obstacles for them, leaving no choice but to allow people outside to do what they want.

Hearing the rolling gate crackling, Brock didn't know what they were doing and could only pray secretly in his heart.

"boom."

Cheton dug hard and the iron hook drove in hard.

"Recycle it."

He directed everyone to move back, and the electric winch installed in the back of the pickup truck began to tighten.

Seeing the slack cable tightening and the rolling shutter making an ear-piercing clicking sound, Cheton excitedly took the AK handed to him by his subordinates and stared intently at the slowly widening gap.

This harsh sound also startled Brock and the others, and they quickly moved their steps, aiming their guns at the slowly rising rolling shutter door.

Ethan and Hood hurried to the basement. When they came to the passage, they only saw a few corpses lying at the end.

Hearing the footsteps, Bunker quickly turned around:

"Sheriff."

Hood nodded: "How is it?"

"Just a few people came in, and then there was no movement." Seeing the murderous looks of the two of them, Bunker also tightened his grip on the gun in his hand:

"I'll go out with you."

Ethan was surprised and glanced at the unprotected Bunker:

"No, you've done enough."

Bunker picked up the Remington shotgun in his hand and said firmly: "I can do it. I am also a member of the Banshee Town Police Department now, and I should be with you."

"That's okay."

Ethan pulled him: "Follow us, be careful."

Seeing this, Alison stood up anxiously:

"what about me?"

"Protect yourself and protect the civilians inside."

Seeing what she wanted to say, Ethan lowered his face: "Do what you should do, what you are holding is not a gun, but several lives."

Alison had no choice but to bear with Ethan's words of looking down on her and nodded sarcastically.

Under her gaze, the three people formed a fighting formation and moved forward.

Bunker is also a former policeman and cooperates very well with them.

They were also very careful when setting their feet, avoiding bullet casings and corpses on the ground without making any sound.

Soon, several people came to the emergency entrance.

There is a wall next to it, and there are steps going up on the other side. Except for Bunker, Ethan and Hood all know what the situation is like outside.

Bunker's heart was beating wildly and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

At this time, if a few people suddenly appeared outside, it would be a face-to-face exchange of fire.

But when push comes to shove, it's not his style to back down.

Bunker gritted his teeth and was about to move, but Ethan stretched out his palm and quickly pressed down to suppress his movement.

Only then did he notice that at some point, Hood had an extra grenade in his hand.

"call."

Bunker let out a small breath of relief.

Alison stood behind, watching them nervously, not knowing what they were doing standing motionless at the door.

Hood looked at Ethan.

Ethan nodded slowly with both pistols in his hands pointed firmly at the door.

The finger hooked on the safety twitched hard, Hood flicked his arm hard, and the grenade hit the wall next to him.

"boom."

There was a crisp sound.

The hearts of the three of them jumped. The grenade hit the wall, rebounded quickly, and flew to the steps on the other side.