My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 281 Trust
Both of them fell into the memory, and Emmett was also a little more relaxed than before, and his body was no longer tense.

Compared with Bunker, he at least has a happy family.

In the black group, it is rare, and I am also lucky.

"Shh."

Bunker whistled sharply to get his attention.

The glass on the wooden door of the emergency exit in the distance revealed the face of an aborigine, which flashed past.

At this moment, fierce gunshots came from above.

The two of them looked at each other, and Chelton had already started to strike, obviously intending to pinch back and forth.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and Siobhan also ran over.

Before Siobhan was ready, the wooden door was kicked open, and then several members of the Redbone Gang rushed in with rifles in hand.

Bunker pulled the trigger first, and the Remington shotgun in his hand burst into flames.

"Boom."

The Redbone Gang member at the head was shot in the body and fell backwards.

The few remaining people were not afraid, and kept firing inside.

Emmett and Siobhan also shot back one after another, and the bullets flew horizontally for a while, hitting the wooden box with a puffing sound.

Bunker and the others had fierce firepower, and the Red Bones Gang was not bad at all.

But the members of the Red Bones Gang were not familiar with the environment inside, and they were knocked over in a few strokes.

Two other people reacted quickly, hid behind the wooden box, raised the AK rifles in their hands above their heads, and started shooting faith.

In narrow passages, Faith Shooting has a miraculous effect.

The bullets that kept flying made Emmett unable to lift his head. Bunker pumped the shotgun vigorously, turned over and stood up, bang, shot away.

The shot hit the wooden box, opening a small hole, snapping through the planks and hitting the man behind.

"what."

There was a scream, and the person behind the wooden box rolled outside.

"Bang bang bang."

Siobhan quickly pulled the trigger, and a few bullets bit him in an instant. After the man trembled a few times, he stopped moving.

There was another person on the opposite side who was shooting randomly. Emmet also stood up and aimed at the arm holding the AK.

"what!"

Emmett let out a cry of pain and fell backwards.

"Kakaka."

The sound of air strikes sounded from the opposite side, and the bullets were exhausted.

Siobhan seized the opportunity and rushed a few meters.

Seeing the man's shaking head, she fired two shots in succession, and two blood mist rose up.

Siobhan quickly retreated again, hid behind the wooden box, pointed his gun steadily at the opened back door, and at the same time shouted anxiously:

"Emmet, how are you?"

"I am fine."

Emmett replied, coughing twice in pain, with a dull pain in her sternum.

Bunker covered Siobhan until she returned.

He glanced at Siobhan in admiration, then put down the shotgun, walked quickly to the side, grabbed Emmett and dragged him back.

Emmett waved his hands quickly, sweating profusely and said:
"Okay, I'm fine."

Bunker ignored him and dragged him out of the firefight area before stopping.

At the position of Emmett's chest, the clothes were punctured, and a warhead was embedded in the soft body armor, which was blocked by bulletproof inserts.

"You take a rest first."

Bunker confirmed that he was all right, and quickly stood up and ran back.

Siobhan saw Bunker running back to pick up the shotgun, and asked anxiously:

"How's Emmet?"

"He's fine, the bullet was stopped by the body armor."

Bunker has no fear on his face, but the sweat on his face shows his nervousness.

He had no protective equipment on him, only a thin black vest with no protection at all.

Judging from the opponent's firepower, it's over with just one shot.

Fortunately, after the people who rushed into the back door all fell down, no one continued to rush in.

After a burst of crackling gunshots, there was no further movement. This place seemed like a road leading to hell. Not everyone had the courage to charge to death.

At this time, the gunfire above had stopped.

Siobhan turned around and shouted loudly: "Alison, go up and take a look, be careful."

"Ok."

Alison's voice sounded, followed by the sound of footsteps leaving, and quickly returned in a hurry, with another heavy footstep.

"Emmet, what's going on here?"

Hearing that it was Brock's voice, Siobhan breathed a sigh of relief.

The higher-ups can arrange people to come down, which proves that there is no problem.

Emmett was leaning against a wooden box. Seeing Brock approaching, he waved his hand: "I'm fine, just take a rest."

Siobhan didn't look back, and asked anxiously:

"How is it up there?"

"Kay Proctor is dead."

A simple sentence shocked everyone present, and Alison Medining next to her also opened her mouth wide.

"why?"

Alison came back to her senses and asked quickly, "I mean, how did he die?"

Brock turned sideways, revealing the scratches on his face. The bleeding had stopped, but it still looked terrible, with half of his face dripping with blood.

"Cheton used an M60 machine gun, and I had a little more luck than Proctor and his lawyers."

Seeing him like this, Alison took a step back uncontrollably.

Bunker and Siobhan glanced at each other, apprehensive.

I thought I had been hit hard enough, but I didn't expect the machine guns to be used above.

"Then how did you prevent it?"

Alison didn't care about the news of Proctor's death at this time, and it was important to save her own life now.

"Please."

Emmet grabbed Brock's hand and stood up: "The most capable people in our police station are on it, and I have confidence in them."

"Not much nonsense." Brock raised his belt:
"You and Siobhan come up with me and change places."

Emmet was stunned:
"why?"

"Ethan and Hood decided to go out through the back door, ask for help, or just disperse them." Brock's face was stinging, and Alison allowed Alison to wipe her face with a handkerchief.

Alison was excited: "Are the two of them crazy? This is suicide, and they still have machine guns."

"lighter."

Brock grinned: "The machine gun has been destroyed. The most important thing is that our ammunition won't last that long. Something must be done."

Knowing that now is not the time to talk nonsense, since the sheriff has made a decision, they can only implement it.

Siobhan nodded to Bunker, put away the AR15 and ran back.

Emmet rubbed his chest, shot off the warhead, and quickly followed Brock.

After seeing them leave, Alison quickly grabbed the pistol and came to the side of the passage. Now there were only her, Bunker, and three civilians below, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Bunker glanced at her and said in a deep voice:

"Take a deep breath, relax your shoulders, don't tense up too much."

After taking a few deep breaths, Alison forced herself to relax: "Take off the vest and let me take a look."

"Huh?" Bunker looked at her puzzled.

Alison said blankly, "I'm the District Attorney."

"Okay, ma'am."

Not sure what this has to do with the D.A., but Bunker pulls his vest up anyway.

Seeing that most of the palm-sized swastika tattoo on it was destroyed and turned into scars, Alison nodded:

"Now you have a little trust in me."

Bunker looked at Alison's little pinch on her little finger, and reluctantly put down her clothes.

(End of this chapter)