My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 758 I seem to have been shot

"are you sure?"

The driver asked in a trembling voice, holding on to the steering wheel with both hands.

"Remember, fifty miles."

Ethan wiped his sweat and patted the driver on the shoulder.

"Hey."

A burst of dissatisfied shouts sounded: "What are you two talking about?"

"Hello, sir, I'm talking to you."

Ethan turned around and looked at the person who spoke.

It was the woman in the floral skirt. She stood up and said excitedly: "Whether you are a policeman or not, or whether you were crazy just now, why would you do such a thing and put all of us in danger?"

"ladies and gentlemen!"

Ethan took two steps forward to meet the eyes of most people in the car: "This is the Chicago Police Department, Chief Ethan Morgan."

"hello."

The woman in the floral short skirt shook her short brown hair and tried to keep a smile: "No matter what kind of police you are, I'm talking to you."

"Sit down!"

Ethan waved his arms and roared at the short-haired woman: "When I ask you to speak, you will have a chance."

I came up here at the risk of being bombed, but I felt depressed.

The situation will only be worse than now.

If we don't take the lead as soon as possible and a dozen people are talking about it, it will definitely be a disaster.

The woman jumped out and gave herself a chance to shock everyone.

Xiao Sha's momentum was released, and the short-haired woman sat back in her seat in fright, but she was a little dissatisfied and raised her chin stubbornly.

"I repeat, this is the Chicago Police Department."

Ethan walked forward slowly and looked at everyone in the car: "There is an emergency on this bus. I need everyone to sit on their seats, stop moving, and stay calm."

In the carriage, there were men and women.

There are old people and workers who come out to work early in the morning.

There was a hint of panic on their faces, and they were all looking at Ethan eagerly, trying to figure out what was going on.

"matter."

Ethan was about to continue talking when a middle-aged man sitting at the back suddenly stood up.

His eyes were fierce and his arms were raised.

A small silver revolver was held in the hand of this middle-aged man.

Depend on!

Ethan's whole body trembled, and he pulled out the python.

The last shot comes first, the trigger is pulled.

"Bang bang bang."

The warheads shuttled in mid-air and flew in opposite directions.

After the man fired a shot, his body continued to explode with blood mist. Ethan leaned forward and kept pulling the trigger, and the python revolver sprayed out gunfire.

He fired five shots and rushed to the man.

The slender barrel of the gun was also pressed against his forehead, and their eyes collided.

"boom."

With the last gunshot, a small hole appeared in the rear window glass, and then it was covered in red and white.

"Donglong."

The middle-aged man fell back and fell heavily on the aisle of the bus.

"Ethan?"

In the deathly silent bus, a low cry sounded.

In the corner at the back, Pratt was awakened by the sound of gunshots. She looked over blankly, as if she was dreaming: "Why are you here, why am I here?"

"Also, what is this place?"

"Ah!" The people in the bus finally came to their senses. Some screamed, while others shrank their bodies and looked at the corpse on the ground in horror.

"Shut up!"

Ethan had a headache and scolded: "Calm down, everyone."

This sentence now is much more effective than before.

However, there was another person talking.

"Officer." A muffled grunt came from the driver's seat behind: "I think I've been shot."

As the driver finished speaking, the bus suddenly swayed, and the violent shaking threw Ethan down. The people on the seats were caught off guard, and they all staggered around, with screams everywhere.

"Bang."

A Honda car passing by was hit hard and spun around twice before stopping on the road.

The bus continued to rush to the side.

The vehicles behind were so frightened that they gave way, and horns and shouts rang out one after another.

A few meters away is the soundproof wall of the highway.

I'm about to hit him right before my eyes.

The afro-haired driver desperately tried to turn the steering wheel, but the severe pain in his body made his eyesight go black.

At this time, he still remembered to press the accelerator.

At this critical moment, the short-haired woman closest to the driver swooped forward. She grabbed the driver's left arm and pulled hard.

The steering wheel returned to the straight position and the vehicle began to turn onto the road.

"boom."

The right rearview mirror hit the wall and shattered instantly.

The car body scraped, bringing up a stream of sparks.

"Are you crazy?" The short-haired woman held on to the steering wheel in shock. She stretched out her foot and stepped on the brake: "I'm still accelerating. You don't want your life. Stop quickly."

"Can't stop!"

Ethan held on to the back of the chair and yelled: "The vehicle will explode."

At this time, it is impossible not to say anything.

The short-haired woman's scalp felt numb, and she was too stunned to step on her feet.

"Come here." He couldn't bear the pain from the explosion. He was sweating profusely and grabbed the short-haired woman: "This is the accelerator, just remember this."

"OK."

Before the short-haired woman could react, she sat in the driver's seat and took over the steering wheel.

She swallowed and looked forward.

Finding that the steering wheel was stained with sweat, she still had the nerve to roll up her sleeves and wipe it quickly.

"Pratt, come here and help."

Ethan quickly stepped forward and carried the afro-headed driver to the seat behind the driver's seat.

"So what happened?"

Platt held on to the back of the chair and staggered over: "I only remember that my head hurt when I went out, and I couldn't think of anything."

"lady?"

The driver held his right shoulder blade and gasped, "Are you a policeman too?"

"Your husband said you were too tired and asked you to have a good rest and wait until you get to the airport to help wake you up. Then he got off the bus halfway."

"Waterfa?"

Pratt stopped checking his wound and looked at Ethan in surprise.

"It's Payne."

Ethan patted her shoulder and said to the people who were hurriedly sitting in the car: "Yes, this car is equipped with a bomb."

"Just slow down and boom!"

"As soon as someone gets out of the car, boom!"

"You must be lying." A middle-aged woman stood up tremblingly: "Why are you the only one here? This is unreasonable."

She tried her best to deny it, but her body's reaction couldn't be lied to.

"You know I didn't lie to you."

Ethan replied to her, grabbed the armrest again, and angrily took out the mobile phone from his pocket: "Penn, I know you can hear it, you are not trustworthy, do you still want to get the money? "

"We are all people who care about credibility. If you do this, I guarantee you will not get three million."

"In this life, you will never have a chance to turn over!"

He himself is a shareholder of a casino, and he knows that the biggest psychological weakness of these gamblers is that they are afraid that they will never have a chance to turn over and sink for the rest of their lives.

"Fakyu, Pain."

He cursed into the phone again: "I'm going to jump out of the car right now, and you can go dig in the trash can and eat."

"Jingle Bell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone rang.

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