My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hearing his roar, everyone nearby squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Ethan put down his police badge and quickly approached the bus.

His gun was still pointed at the car, on guard against the appearance of a second gunman.

Irene also reacted at this time, rushed forward quickly, picked up Antonio's son Diego and hid aside.

Not long after, people from the intelligence team and patrol officers at the station also rushed to the scene.

"Digo."

Antonio shouted in terror, and when he saw that his son was safe, his steps faltered and he almost fell.

Holding Diego in his arms, Antonio looked at Irene and said with a trembling voice:

"Thanks."

No matter how tough a person is, there is always a weakness.

Family is Antonio's most vulnerable part.

Erin shook her head: "Don't thank me, thank that person."

Antonio looked in the direction she pointed, and Ethan was getting off the bus.

After shooting the man who kidnapped Diego, he ran into the bus with his police badge and searched among the frightened passengers on the bus, but found no trace of the second gunman.

After jumping out of the car astride the body, Ethan squatted down and used the barrel of his gun to push open the man's coat.

At his waist was a Colt M1911.

On the other side, there is a dagger stuck in it.

There is no doubt that he is a kidnapper.

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached, and Ethan raised his head: "Sorry, I saw an opportunity, so I shot."

"fine."

Hank stuffed the Glock back into the holster with satisfaction: "You did the right thing."

After speaking, he stretched out his toes and hooked the pistol on the kidnapper's waist, then hooked it to the ground next to him: "You saw the gangster holding a weapon and kidnapping a child."

"This is the right choice."

Several people in the intelligence team all ignored the movements of Hank's feet.

This kick also helped Ethan eliminate the last hidden danger.

"Yes, this person is too scary. I can only do what I should do." Ethan raised his eyebrows and stuffed the python into his holster.

Everyone is smart and very comfortable to deal with.

Rusek saw that the head of the man on the ground was smashed, and red and white splattered all over the floor. After a moment of nausea, he felt an unprecedented excitement.

In his opinion, this is the meaning of being a police officer.

After handling the scene, Antonio accompanied Diego to the hospital for a physical examination, and the others returned to the police station.

As soon as Ethan entered the reception hall, he found that everyone, including the receptionist female police chief Pratt, was staring at him, whether they were plainclothes or patrol officers.

He stopped, wondering what happened again.

"Bah bang bang."

Platt put down what he was holding, raised his arms, and clapped his hands vigorously.

Others followed suit, nodding and applauding at Ethan.

The reception hall was filled with roars of applause.

Ethan had never experienced anything like this before. He was at a loss for a moment and could only press his hand down repeatedly:

"Please, don't make fun of me."

"This is no joke."

Hank clapped his hands and walked to him: "This is a compliment to you. We need people like you, people who can stand up at critical moments."

"You're welcome."

Ethan smiled and bumped his fist with him.

The applause soon stopped and everyone dispersed to continue their work.

"Hank."

Platt picked up a small box from the side, held it in both hands, and looked at them with a serious expression.

Following the team forward, Ethan looked curiously into the small box, which contained a large number of black rubber rings.

Erin walked in front of him. She picked up a rubber ring and fastened it on the police badge with a sad expression.

Seeing this, Ethan didn’t ask anything.

He picked up the rubber ring, stretched it out with his fingers and put it on the two corners of the police badge, giving it a solemn feel.

It can be judged from the color that this is used to commemorate the deceased colleagues.

The colleague who died here was naturally Julie from the intelligence team.

Back upstairs, everyone stood at the entrance of the stairs, looking at Julie's table with complicated expressions. Yesterday there was chatting and laughing, but today there is a separation between yin and yang.

The group stood there for a while, then returned to their seats one after another.

It felt good to shoot. When he saw the reports waiting to be filled out, Ethan's scalp went numb. This was not like Banshee Town, so he could ask Alma for help.

"Have something to eat."

While he was immersed in writing, a box of food was placed in front of him.

Raising her head, Irene smiled at him with a somewhat flustered look.

"OK, thanks."

After finishing his busy work, he hadn't even eaten dinner yet. Ethan looked at his watch and saw that it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

"You're welcome."

Erin nodded and walked to her seat with messy steps.

Ethan's shot tonight not only hit the kidnapper on the head, but also hit her heart.

The scene that happened was really impactful.

Sitting on the chair, she took a few gentle breaths and forced herself to focus on the case file.

Ethan gnawed on the bread, and the others were also eating fast food.

At this moment, Hank came out of the office and walked to Ethan's desk:

"Next, you have to rest for a few days."

"Administrative leave?"

"That's right."

Ethan looked around and whispered to Hank: "If it's such a big deal, you'll put me on administrative leave."

"Then I won't be able to count when I take a break from now on."

Look at what you said, it's too arrogant.

Hank's eyes twitched and he sat helplessly on the table:

"You have just arrived. This is a necessary process and you need to go through it for a while."

"There will be no such good thing about paid leave for you in the future. Also, the bureau has also arranged for a psychotherapist, which you need to see."

Seeing Ethan's expression harden, Hank quickly explained:

"Don't worry, I've already said hello. It's just a formality. This kind of thing won't happen in the future."

"Process right?"

Ethan reluctantly tore off a piece of bread and threw it into his mouth.

"Yes, that's the process."

Hank nodded, reached out and picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth: "Then how do you usually sort out your psychological problems?"

"Just curious, nothing else."

"Guns and women."

Ethan replied casually and picked up the coffee cup.

After filling out the paperwork and report, the busy day is finally over.

Everyone else was busy finishing the work. Ethan went to the locker room to take a shower and then left the police station.

He would be on vacation for the next few days, and he was not in a hurry to go home.

What happened today was that he was looking for a place to drink and was wandering the streets in his Dodge Challenger.

Molly's Bar was too serious for his liking.

When he saw a bar with a red wooden door, Ethan slowed down and pulled over.

"Aleb."

After taking a look at the sign, he put the police badge and pistol into the space.

Pushing open the wooden door, there is not much space inside.

The walls are bare red bricks, with several wooden tables on the left, a bar on the right, and a pool table inside.

There was also a small TV hanging on the wall showing a rugby game.

There were a lot of people sitting scattered in the bar, including lonely drunkards and groups of friends.

Ethan nodded with satisfaction, this is the ideal bar.