My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

His throat was almost stabbed, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

The man in the suit's eyes were bloodshot. He growled and instead of retreating, he rushed forward.

Unprepared for the mistake, Ethan was grabbed and taken away by the man in the suit.

The chairs and tables in the restaurant were overturned. Ethan gritted his teeth, raised his arm, and stabbed the pulsating blood vessels on the neck of the man in the suit with his fork.

Dalia heard the sound of fighting and ran out of the operation room.

With a cry of surprise, the cup in her hand fell to the ground, and the milkshake splashed everywhere. She covered her mouth with both hands and watched Ethan and the man in the suit smash into the huge glass window of the restaurant in a mess.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and the two of them fell out onto the street along with countless glass fragments.

"Just a little bit." Ethan looked at the stainless steel fork that fell to the side in annoyance, and quickly pulled out the Glock 17 from his waist.

He was about to fire when he noticed that the man in the suit also had a pistol in his hand.

Under the threat of death, the two of them rolled sideways at the same time and quickly distanced themselves. At the same time, the guns in their hands continued to spit out tongues of fire.

As he kept firing, Ethan suddenly felt as if his ribs were hit by a sledgehammer. The huge impact on his ribs caused severe pain that made him almost choke.

The man in the suit also had a splash of blood on his arm, and dropped his pistol.

He groaned and rolled back twice, then quickly got up, covered his arms and ran away.

After Ethan coughed twice, he gritted his teeth and stood up with his hands on the ground, and ran after him.

The man in the suit ran faster and faster, and when he turned the corner, he quickly got into a Cadillac. Ethan fired several shots at the car, and the rear tires were blown out, but the Cadillac still sped away crookedly.

Ethan stopped and knelt on one knee, with cold sweat on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and took off his coat and shirt, and then took off the soft body armor underneath, which contained a deformed warhead.

Fortunately, I have developed the habit of wearing body armor at all times except when sleeping and doing work, otherwise I would be useless now.

Lifting up his T-shirt, he saw a large bruise on his ribs.

He pressed the bruised area with his hand, and the stinging sensation became stronger. Even breathing was painful. He didn't know if his ribs were broken by the impact of the bullet.

"Ethan, what's going on?"

Dalia also ran over in a hurry at this time and supported Ethan.

"I didn't know, he suddenly attacked me."

Ethan tossed the pot casually, then asked Dalia to help take out the mobile phone in his coat pocket, and called Hood, but no one answered.

In desperation, he called Siobhan and Brock again.

Before long, Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV police car rushed over, and Brock also rushed to the scene in his private car.

"What's going on? Weren't you still here just now..."

Brock stopped the car and opened the door. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Siobhan standing next to Ethan, taking notes for him and Dalia, and he immediately shut his mouth.

After finishing the note, Ethan asked Siobhan to take him to Banshee Town Hospital.

At Ethan's request, Brock escorted Dahlia home with a depressed look on his face, and he would come back to deal with the scene later.

Before getting in the car, Ethan took out his cell phone and continued to call Hood, but no one answered.

After examination at Banshee Town Hospital, fortunately, the ribs were only cracked and not broken.

After the treatment, Ethan took painkillers and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Ethan woke up lying on the hospital bed. Siobhan was sleeping soundly on the chair next to her, fully clothed. Under the sunlight, you could still see the fine hairs on her face.

Emmett's thick shoulders could be seen through the glass window, and he was guarding outside the ward.

Ethan pulled on the elastic chest strap and sat up carefully.

Perhaps it was due to the treatment effect of the hospital and my own self-healing ability. After a night's rest, I no longer felt pain when breathing.

Although his ribs still feel uncomfortable, Ethan feels that he should be fine for normal activities, but he still cannot try strenuous exercise.

At this time, the door opened and Hood walked in behind Emmett.

"Why are you up?" Emmett quickly ran to Ethan's side, his shoulder was still bandaged.

"It's okay, I'm feeling much better."

Seeing the tired look on his face, Ethan patted his partner on the back and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Emmett."

Emmett smiled honestly, "You're welcome. Siobhan and I take turns taking care of you. Besides, you were guarding me outside the ward the night before, but I didn't expect you to come in too."

Hood took a step forward and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry. I turned off my phone last night."

Siobhan was also awakened by the noise in the room at this time. She rubbed her eyes and turned over to stand up.

"Why are you all here? How do you feel now, Ethan?"

"I'm much better now, Siobhan, Emmett, if it's convenient, I'd like to talk to the Sheriff about something."

"Okay, you guys chat, we'll go out first."

Emmett pulled Siobhan, who was still asleep, out of the ward and closed the door.

Hood leaned against the wall and asked solemnly: "What happened to the person who attacked you? The transcript just says that he suddenly attacked you, and then you opened fire on each other, and the suspect drove away from the scene."

Ethan ignored Hood, he felt his throat was a little dry and itchy.

He took out a cigarette and a lighter from the jacket next to him, and first handed them to Hood.

"I haven't smoked in many years, thank you." Hood waved his hand and refused.

Ethan took his hand back, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. As a puff of smoke came out, he felt relieved.

Looking at Hood through the smoke, this tough guy usually exudes a gloomy aura. Although his face is solemn now, that gloomy aura has been swept away, and his whole state is different.

His fingers were still tapping lightly on the wall, as if the emotions that had been accumulated for many years were relieved.

"I want to ask you a question, do you have any impression of a person with a black spider tattoo on his neck?"

As Ethan's voice sounded, Hood's fingers that were tapping the wall suddenly stopped.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a dry voice: "Why do you ask this question, and what does it have to do with your current situation?"

"The man I shot with last night had a black spider tattoo on his neck and spoke with an accent, like he was Ukrainian."

Ethan noticed that Hood's fingers were trembling slightly and continued to speak unhurriedly:

"That man came to Miles Restaurant at night to inquire about the police station and Sheriff. As soon as he heard that I was the police officer of Banshee Town, we started fighting. I think Sheriff, you must know something that I don't know. ?”

Hood's Adam's apple moved, he swallowed slowly, and said in a strong voice:

"Give me a cigarette, thank you."