My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After eating the crispy peach pie, Ethan followed the scent to another stall.

Looking at the meat pies being fried in front of him, Ethan suddenly felt that the pie he had just eaten no longer tasted at all.

"Ethan, do you want a burger?"

"Okay, thank you. I'd like a double patty."

Ethan answered subconsciously, turned around, and Proctor was standing behind him.

"this is yours?"

Ethan took the extra burger handed over by the staff and pointed to the stall.

"Of course, as a businessman with a good reputation in the town, I very much enjoy participating in some local celebrations. During these two days, all the goods sold by Proctor will be 20% off."

"By the way, your burger is mine." Proctor winked at him.

"Then I'm not welcome." Ethan took a bite of the thick burger. The charcoal-grilled beef was fragrant, full of cheese, fresh vegetables, and the bun was soft. He nodded repeatedly as he ate it.

While eating burgers and walking around, I also saw the booth of Davis Bar on the way, but the candy was not on the booth.

Crossing a street, I saw Siobhan standing at the corner, giving directions to several tourists.

He crumpled the paper bag into a ball, threw it into the trash can, bought two bottles of apple juice from the stall next to it, and walked towards Siobhan.

Siobhan smiled at Ethan and turned sideways inadvertently. Suddenly her expression changed, her figure flashed, and she disappeared around the corner.

Ethan felt something was wrong and quickly threw down the apple juice.

"Police, put down the gun" came Siobhan's voice, followed by a gunshot.

Hearing the gunshot, Ethan quickly pulled out the Glock.

Turning the corner, Siobhan stood in shock, pointing a gun in both hands at an alley. At the end of the street, a motorcycle gang member wearing glasses and a leather jacket was looking at her fiercely.

"Siobhan, be careful, police, stop and don't move."

Ethan shouted and chased after him quickly, but the distance was too far. When he reached the end of the street, several Harley-Davidson motorcycles turned the accelerator crazily, roared and fled the scene quickly.

Seeing that they had run away, Ethan reluctantly put the Glock back into the gun bag and returned to the crime scene with Siobhan.

In the alley, Candy was lying motionless in a pool of blood. Carly looked solemnly and carefully inspected the wound on his head.

Next to them, a long-haired and flowery-armed motorcycle gang wearing a leather jacket lay with his head on the ground, his eyes looking blankly at the gray-blue sky, and blood was still flowing from the hole in his head that was shot by a gun.

"Alma, there was a shooting. One person died and another was injured. Arrange an ambulance immediately."

Ethan quickly notified Alma of the location of the crime over the radio. Siobhan next to him clenched his pistol with a nervous expression on his face and looked back at the entrance of the alley from time to time.

"It's okay, Siobhan, relax, give me the gun first."

"I saw a few bikers coming out of here. When they came over, Candy had fallen to the ground. The man was riding on Mrs. Hopewell and had a gun in his hand. I had to shoot."

Siobhan stammered, pointing to the bikers on the ground, then let go and let Ethan take the gun away.

Ethan took Siobhan's gun and found that the handle was soaked with sweat.

He first let Siobhan calm down alone and walked next to Carly.

Carly glanced at him, and then said uneasily: "Candy's head was injured, I don't know if it's serious or not."

"Don't worry, I've called an ambulance. It'll be here soon. Mrs. Hopewell, are you injured? Can you tell me what happened?"

"I'm fine. I went back to the car to get a respirator for my son. Several motorcycle gangs surrounded me and took me hostage into an alley."

"Candy was passing by outside. He tried to save me. After knocking down two motorcycle gangs, he was attacked by another man with a wooden stick. You know the next thing."

"Okay, I'll inform Gordon for you and you can take a rest."

After making sure that Carly was fine and Candy's vital signs were basically stable, Ethan returned to Siobhan's side. Seeing that her mood had calmed down a lot, he gave her the gun back.

Siobhan put the gun back into its holster, looked at the body on the ground next to him, and said with complicated emotions: "I warned him, but he didn't choose to put the gun down."

Ethan saw something wrong with her expression, so he pulled her out of the alley, "Listen to me, this man is trying to attack a woman with a gun in his hand. I would have done the same thing. You are right. "

Soon after, people from the ambulance and the Banshee Town Police Department rushed to the scene. Fortunately, Candy regained consciousness quickly, but he still needed to go to the hospital for observation.

"Do you know these people?" Ethan glanced at Hood who hurriedly arrived and asked Brock.

"Yes, several local motorcycle gangs have criminal records."

"Usually wandering around several nearby towns." Brock put the white cloth back on the body. "From time to time, we will catch one or two who are drunk and causing trouble."

"How can I find them?" Hood came over angrily.

"If you are referring to how we should find them, we can go back to the police station to issue a nationwide wanted notice and ask several nearby police stations to help pay attention to the information."

Brock shook his head and said, "But by the time there is news, they may have fled all the way to Pittsburgh or left Pennsylvania."

After Hood comforted Siobhan for a few words, he looked outside the alley with a complicated expression, where Carly, Gordon and the two children were hugging each other.

He patted Brock's shoulder weakly with his arm, "If you have any news, let me know. I'll leave first."

"Ethan, send Siobhan back to rest, and Emmett will step up patrols."

Brock clapped his hands and said, "I'll go back to the police station right away and issue a nationwide warrant, otherwise, those bastards will run away."

After sending Siobhan home, Ethan stopped fishing and stepped up patrols. Unfortunately, he didn't know where the group of people hid, and there was no harvest.

The next day, Ethan knew that the motorcycle gang would definitely come back for revenge. After the others left, he did not rush out to patrol and stayed with Siobhan at the police station.

"How did you feel after you killed Cole last time?" Siobhan filled out the accident report and asked without raising his head.

"Well, I feel a little nauseous and don't feel very well."

Ethan told part of the truth, and he felt more excited in his heart. He didn't want to say this, otherwise others would think he was a pervert.

"You know what? Even though I've been working longer than you, this is my first time shooting someone."

Siobhan raised his head and looked at Ethan with pursed lips, "I couldn't sleep yesterday. The scene at that time always appeared in front of me."

"He was holding a gun and you didn't have any choice."

"I know." Siobhan said blankly, then lowered his head.

Ethan simply sat on her table. "For some people, killing is not an easy thing, but don't doubt yourself because of this. Think of Carly and Candy, you saved both of their lives."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Siobhan nodded and gave him a smile.

Ethan stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom, but saw the motorcycle gang member wearing glasses yesterday standing outside the window of the police station, staring at them coldly.

"Fake, Siobhan, be careful." Ethan pulled out his gun and chased after him.