My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After handling the scene, the two took the suspect back to the police station.

When entering the police station, the suspect was still struggling: "I didn't do anything, let go of your stinky hands."

"Yes, you are a model citizen, do you want to give you an award?"

Ethan followed and kicked him in the butt.

Siobhan took the white man's arm, pushed him forward, and pushed him hard onto the table. "You, this domestic violence man, if you dare to resist again, I swear to God, I will crush your balls with my own hands." "

At this moment, there was a cough from the side, and Ethan realized that there were several people standing next to him. Brock and Emmett were looking at them helplessly.

"You're the new police officer Ethan Morgan, right? I'm the mayor Danny Kendall."

"Nice to meet you, Mayor."

Ethan felt slightly embarrassed and then pretended that nothing happened.

He shook hands with Kendall. The mayor of Kendall looked extremely young. Ethan felt that he should be about the same age as himself.

After getting to know the young mayor, Ethan turned his head and looked at the man standing next to Kendall.

Wearing jeans, a blue shirt, a beard, a cropped haircut, and a hint of wariness in his sharp eyes.

"This is your new Sheriff, Lucas Hood. He will officially take office tomorrow. I will bring him over to get to know you."

"Welcome to Banshee Town, Sheriff." Ethan welcomed.

The other party has no conflict of interest with himself, and there is no need to reveal his true identity. This is also a miserable person. No one in this world has any secrets.

After several people got to know each other, Hood suggested that Brock take him to familiarize himself with the precinct.

Brock took Hood out with a straight face. After old Morgan passed away, he thought he could become the sergeant of the Banshee Town Police Department.

Unexpectedly, the mayor hired a police sergeant from all the way from Oregon. Although Brock had accepted this fact, he was still a little emotional because the position he was looking for was taken away.

Siobhan stayed at the police station to handle the case of the model citizen. Ethan said hello to Emmett and went out to continue patrolling.

After a long journey, they arrived at a remote corner. Ethan took out his cigarette and was about to fish when the radio rang again.

"Ethan, there was a conflict at the lumber mill. Are you nearby?" This time it was Brock.

"Yes, I'll be there soon."

Ethan put the cigarette back into his pocket helplessly, this was not letting people rest for a moment.

When I came to the lumber factory, I saw a familiar figure wearing a yellow coat.

Cole Moody and a few people were confronting Hood and Brock. There were boards scattered on the ground next to the carriage behind, and several Amish men wearing top hats and traditional clothes stood uneasily on the carriage. beside.

Ethan did not stop the police car, increased the accelerator and rushed in directly from the entrance of the lumber factory. He did not step on the brakes until he was close to the crowd. The tires ran over the gravel and made a screeching brake sound.

"Cole, are you out on bail? What tricks are you trying to play again?"

Looking at the car approaching Chi Chi, Cole was frightened and took a few steps back. Before he could speak, the man in a plaid shirt next to Cole spat on the ground and stared at Ethan fiercely.

"Cole, is this the guy who put you in jail?"

Ethan closed the car door and swung the baton away.

"It's me. I'm more handsome than you imagined. It's a pity that I can't say this to you. Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Although his fighting skills are just beginning, he can still deal with a few gangsters without any problem.

"Marcus, calm down, come one at a time, and deal with this stinky guy first." Cole hugged the furious Marcus to dissuade him.

Hood also stretched out his hand to stop Ethan, "It's okay, Ethan, let me take care of it."

"OK, you are the Sheriff, you have the final say."

Seeing his firm eyes, Ethan put away his baton without saying anything else.

"What happened?" Ethan retreated to Brock and asked him

Brock saw Ethan coming and he breathed a sigh of relief. "You know, the Moody brothers are in the furniture business, and the Amish have had business conflicts with them recently."

"The Sheriff and I happened to drive by here when they were making trouble for the Amish."

Just as Brock was introducing the situation in a low voice, Cole looked at Hood and said arrogantly:

"You just said that you will take office, so is it okay for us to have some fun with you today?"

Hood opened his hands: "Don't worry, no one will cause trouble for you. Come on, didn't you just say you wanted to show me some color?"

"Okay, let me explain again, what happened next is not an assault on the police." Cole repeated again.

Before he finished speaking, Hood, who was already impatient with waiting, kicked Cole to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Marcus rushed up from behind, trying to control Hood, but he ducked and dodged, but the man in a black shirt next to him took the opportunity to kick Hood's thigh.

Hood's footing was unstable and he staggered to fall down.

"Good job, Dex."

"Come on, motherfucker, get up and continue." Marcus bastard waved his fists wildly.

Hood's reaction was astonishing. He turned around and struck Marcus on the neck with his knife. Marcus groaned and felt his eyes go black.

In the panic, Hood also received a few punches, but several people were quickly knocked down by him.

Cole, who was kicked to the ground, grabbed the wooden stick in front of him in desperation, got up and rushed towards Hood.

At this moment, a blond man walked over from the side, grabbed Cole, and shouted at him:

"Stop it, Cole."

"It's not enough for a few of you to beat one person. Do you still need to copy someone?"

Cole struggled for a moment, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately stopped what he was doing. "Mr. Proctor, why are you here?"

Proctor snatched the wooden stick from Cole's hand and tried to hit him. Cole was so frightened that he quickly ducked away.

After seeing that Cole didn't dare to say anything, he threw the stick on the ground.

"Mr. Proctor, we're leaving now."

When Cole's other brothers saw that Proctor was dissatisfied with their behavior, they all chose to give up and want to leave.

"Wait a minute, these people are still in a hurry, why don't you go help them load the goods." Proctor stopped Cole and pointed to the scattered wooden boards beside the carriage.

"Okay, sir, no problem." Cole saw Proctor looking at him expressionlessly, dejectedly calling the brothers to pick up the planks.

Hood was left standing awkwardly, and the fight was no longer possible.

"This is not over yet, damn German bumpkin." After loading the things that fell on the ground into the car, Cole threatened the Amish.

Proctor frowned and looked at Cole. Without saying anything, he turned to Hood and said:

"You must be the new Sheriff Lucas Hood, nice to meet you."

"I'm Lucas Hood, who are you?" Hood asked.

"My name is Kay Proctor. I run a meat business. If you have a chance, come and sit down at my place. I have good steaks."

Proctor showed a smile, took out a business card from his arms and handed it to Hood, then turned and left.

After the farce ended, Ethan and Brock greeted Hood and then drove away to continue their patrol work for the day.