My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Hey, Ethan, relax."

Hood rushed over and raised Ethan's hand holding the gun.

"This is my friend. He drank too much. Don't take it to heart."

The man lying on the ground also woke up. He quickly put his head in his hands and lay motionless on the ground. His movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

Ethan originally just wanted to scare the man and teach him a small lesson.

Hearing what Hood said, he put away the gun.

After such a fuss, the people in the bar stopped listening to the story and dispersed to go about their own business.

"Candy, that table is mine. I'll give Ethan a glass of wine instead."

Seeing Candy's unhappy expression, Hood scratched his head and sat next to Ethan.

After his friend got up, he carefully found a place to sit down, far away from Ethan.

"Sorry, I didn't know that was your friend." Ethan picked up the wine glass, and Hood curled his lips.

"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding."

"Why is your friend like this? I thought he was a homeless man who ran in somewhere."

"It's a long story. By the way, when do you want to come back to work?"

Hood gave his friend a steady look, then quickly changed the subject.

"Just tomorrow, I have nothing to do at home." Ethan smelled the smell on his body, put down the cup in disgust, and said disappointedly: "I'm going back first, see you tomorrow."

After saying hello to Candy, Ethan walked out of the bar, threw his coat in the trash can, and drove home.

The next day, when I returned to the police station, there were still familiar scenes and familiar people.

The difference was that as soon as they saw him return to the police station, several colleagues gathered around him and kept asking about the situation. It wasn't until he stopped talking that Alma, the most nosy, reluctantly let him go out on patrol.

Driving past the Valley Motel, I saw a short and fat figure walking on the roadside. Ethan turned the steering wheel and the police car stopped in front of the man.

The man walking on the roadside saw the police car and subconsciously wanted to run as soon as he moved his feet. Then he remembered something and held back his movements.

Ethan rolled down the window, took off his sunglasses, and waved hello to passers-by.

"Yo, you're the Sheriff's friend, right?"

"It's me, officer, just call me Leonard"

Leonard nodded quickly and bowed, with a smile on his fat face. He was clean and dressed in a brand new sportswear, with a pair of sneakers on his feet. He looked much better than last night.

"Where are you going?" Ethan forced a smile.

"Sheriff, yes, your chief is waiting for me in front. I'm going to find him now."

Leonard carefully pointed to the parking lot in front with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Okay, be careful, welcome to Banshee Town."

Ethan put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and drove away.

"You bastard." Leonard spat on the ground bitterly when he saw the police car walking away.

At noon, Ethan drove back to Miles Restaurant for lunch.

Dahlia, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, saw Ethan appear. She gave him a warm hug with surprise on her face, and then took a note to write down the meal Ethan ordered.

Not long after waiting, Dalia came over with thick burgers and drinks.

After placing the tray on the table, she unceremoniously sat down opposite Ethan and asked him about the San Francisco earthquake.

It was not until the guests next to her kept urging her that Dalia reluctantly left him.

Ethan took a sip of the drink with a headache. He shouldn't have to talk about San Francisco every time he met an acquaintance. That would tire his mouth to death.

After lunch, when leaving the restaurant, Dalia stuffed a tissue into his hand and winked at him.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he returned to the car and opened the tissue. It had the off-duty time written on it, and there was a lipstick mark on the bottom of the tissue. Ethan smiled, crumpled the tissue into a ball, threw it into the trash can next to it, and left the parking lot.

"Ethan, where are you now?"

As he drove aimlessly, the radio rang out and Emmett's voice came over the blaring sirens.

"Is this coming to life?"

Ethan was shocked and quickly pressed the radio, "I'm on the east side of Route 6."

"Very well, do you want to come over and see the big scene? I'm driving along the interstate in your direction now."

Ethan's curiosity was aroused, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the interstate highway.

As we approached the intersection, a black Mustang roared by and the guardrails on the roadside vibrated. It was going at a dangerous speed.

Following closely behind were police cars occupying almost the entire road, their lights flashing crazily.

The state police, county police, and their police cars from Banshee Town were all among them. I don’t know what kind of hornet’s nest the escaped man had dug into.

"Why is there such a big battle? What did the Mustang in front do?"

Ethan stepped on the accelerator and merged into the flood of police cars. Seeing Emmett next to him, he pressed the radio and asked.

"Inside the Mustang in front is a first-level wanted criminal, nicknamed Kaneki."

"You weren't here before. This Kaneki killed two guys in Philadelphia two days ago and has been running away. The county police just intercepted him."

Ethan instantly understood why there was such a big fight. Here in the United States, this kind of thing is the most irritating to the nerves of the American police. Once discovered, they are usually treated with the highest standards.

He also accelerated with the traffic, and the car body vibrated when he stepped on the accelerator. He had never experienced such an exaggerated high-speed chase.

After following for a while, a state police SUV skillfully rushed to the side of the Mustang, aimed at the right position, and hit it with all its might.

The wild horse swayed from side to side a few times and slowed down.

Police cars followed one after another, and after two more collisions, the Mustang rolled over on the side of the road.

The police car quickly changed its position and surrounded the Mustang in a semicircle.

Ethan stopped the car, stood behind the car door, raised his pistol and pointed it at the Mustang, surrounded by the sound of slamming doors.

A South American man with a ponytail climbed out of the Mustang, holding an AK rifle in his hand and looking fierce.

Ethan fired first, and blood spurted from Jin Mu's leg.

"Fake, how dare you hit my leg."

Kaneki screamed in pain and tried to pick up the AK rifle. The next moment, intensive gunshots rang out around Ethan.

He also followed the people next to him and poured out all the bullets in the pistol.

Until the sound of gunfire stopped, Kaneki could not raise the muzzle of the gun even half a minute before he died. A gust of breeze blew away the smoke from the scene, and Kaneki fell heavily backward.

Ethan put the Glock back into the holster. There was no need to hold the gun now. He followed Emmett and walked forward stepping on the yellow and orange bullet casings.

Frowning, he and a group of colleagues gathered around to watch the tough gangster named Kaneki. This guy never imagined that he would weigh a few pounds when he died.

After Ethan said hello to Emmett, he returned to the car.

He was too lazy to write an accident report. He wondered if the forensic doctor would feel a toothache when he picked up the bullet for Kaneki.