My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As the words fell, the gunshots inside also stopped.

Rapid footsteps sounded, and Siobhan's nervous voice came: "Ethan?"

"That's right."

Ethan turned around and waved to Bunker to come over. With the help from inside, the two of them slowly pushed away the filing cabinet that had collapsed in the gap.

As soon as he bent down and got into the gap, Siobhan hugged him excitedly.

Ethan wiped the dust off her face, looked at the pretty red lips, and kissed her deeply.

While Ethan was checking Siobhan, Bunker also ran to Emmett, who was slumped against the wall.

There was a ten centimeter-long scratch on Emmett's arm, and blood was still oozing from the wound.

His lips turned white, and he just looked at Bunker and forced a smile.

Bunker quickly found a zip tie from Emmett's duty belt and quickly tied it to his arm. The bleeding speed obviously slowed down.

"Thanks."

Emmett raised his hand with difficulty.

"what I should do."

Bunker and Emmett fist bumped lightly, and he sat down against the wall.

His shoulder was already injured, and he was kicked hard in the chest by Cheton just now, and now he felt pain everywhere.

"Please."

After waiting for a while, no one cared about him. Brock shouted in pain: "Come and help me, an old man."

Ethan then let go of Siobhan, grinned, slapped his butt, and strode inside.

"Thank God."

Brock was lying on the ground, sweating profusely: "If you come a little later, you can help us collect the bodies."

On his chest, the uniform was torn with several small holes.

Ethan tore his uniform to pieces. There were three warheads embedded in the bulletproof vest. This guy was also very lucky. If he was just two centimeters off, one of the warheads would avoid the range of the bulletproof insert.

Soft body armor alone cannot block the firepower of AKs and military M4s.

After helping him take off his body armor, Brock finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a small breath.

He opened his tight vest again, and his chest was covered in blue and purple patches. There were two places that were dented. It was obvious that his sternum had been broken.

"You'd better lie down quietly."

Ethan patted his shoulder: "Go directly to the hospital later, don't move now."

After confirming that Brock was okay, he stood up and walked to the detention room.

He took out his cell phone and pointed it at Proctor.

"Click."

The picture in front of me was frozen on the screen of my mobile phone.

This is a picture worth almost two million dollars a year. It was originally obtained by clearing out the people behind Proctor and the wings around him step by step.

With the help of Hood and the Red Bone Gang, he easily won it.

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, he quickly clicked with his fingers, and sent the photo to Nora, along with the word "done".

Soon, the phone vibrated violently.

He pressed it casually, took a photo of the police station and sent it to her, along with the word "busy."

The police station now looks like a ruin after the war, and there is still a lot of cleaning work to do.

Now that Proctor is dead, Cheton is also dead, and the backbone of the Red Bones Gang has also been wiped out. The remaining members of the Red Bones Gang can no longer make waves.

The two major forces were wiped out in one fell swoop. Although several people in the police station were injured, more of them looked relieved.

Three days later.

In the morning, Ethan drove a police car to Davis Bar during his patrol.

This place is closed in the morning, which is usually the candy break time. He usually uses the morning time to go fishing and take a walk.

But now, several cars were parked outside.

He parked the squad car next to Hood's blue pickup truck and placed a small duffel bag on the passenger seat inside.

Next to the pickup truck were Jaber's yellow convertible and a silver Volvo.

Push open the wooden door and walk into the bar.

As usual, Hood, Jabber and Carly sat in a row in front of the bar.

Candy, as always, was wearing a bucket hat and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"Finally here."

Candy raised the wine bottle and said hello to Ethan.

Others also turned around, with different expressions on their faces, ranging from relief to reluctance.

Ethan took off his sunglasses and sat on the high stool:

"Guys, Sheriff."

"Don't call me Sheriff." Hood looked complicated, shook his head and smiled: "I'm no longer Sheriff."

Just yesterday, Hood resigned as Sheriff.

Now he was wearing only jeans and a blue T-shirt, with no trace of his Sheriff's badge.

Ethan took the cup from Candy, drained the whiskey in one gulp, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going to go?"

"I don't know." Hood spread his palms with a smile on his face:

"I haven't decided yet. I'll go all the way north, maybe to Canada. Whatever happens is where I go."

Ethan nodded and put down the cup: "Have a nice trip."

"Thanks."

Hood looked at the uniform and badge on his body with a daze in his eyes.

"Bang bang."

Candy knocked on the table, raised the wine glass in his hand and took a sip: "It's time for you to move forward and enjoy life."

"Sorry, candy." Hood took a sip of wine and said apologetically:

"I couldn't bring you more."

"Hey, don't say that." Candy took off his fisherman hat and said seriously:

"I'm not an ungrateful mother. You brought me three friends, a wonderful trip and almost two hundred thousand dollars."

"It's an incredible experience and a lot of money, I couldn't ask for more."

Although the plan to rob the Genoa base went bankrupt, the money robbed before was not a small amount, especially for Candy who lived in a small town.

This was unplanned money, enough for him to live comfortably in the future. Of course, it was impossible to live a luxurious life.

"That's good."

Hood pursed his lips and nodded. He had already said goodbye to Jabber and Carly, so he turned to look at Ethan.

"No need to say anything."

Ethan picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him: "Call if you have anything to do."

"certainly."

Hood drank it all in one gulp and put the cup down heavily.

He paused as he stood at the door of the bar, then strode into the sunshine without hesitation.

The sound of the car engine sounded and gradually faded away.

Candy looked at the empty bar stool and silently picked up the bottle.

"No, thanks."

Ethan blocked the cup with his hand: "I'm still on duty, let's go first."

After taking out a ten-dollar knife and putting it on the table, Ethan patted Jabber on the shoulder, put on his sunglasses, and walked out of the bar.

After a while, Jiabo and Carly also left one after another.

Candy scratched his gray beard, put the fisherman's hat on his head, and locked the bar door.

The sound of the wooden door colliding sounded, and he walked inside with heavy steps. When he passed the pool table, he touched the velvet on the table with his hand and stopped.

I recall in my mind how happy everyone was when we shared money here before.

A smile appeared on Candy's face, he wiped the wet corners of his eyes, turned and walked into the utility room.