My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 282
After Brock left, Ethan also drew out the revolver on his waist.

A revolver in one hand and a Glock in the other, crossed in front of him.

"You're wasting this place." Hood said with a smile when he saw his murderous look.

"Then where is it not to be wasted?"

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Ethan squinted his eyes and replied to him.

"For example, the federal department?" Hood raised his eyebrows when he heard the rustling footsteps outside:
"The special agent Phillips admired you last time."

"The most important thing in life is to be happy."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Ethan pursed his mouth and spat out the cigarette butt: "I'm tied up in everything I do in the federal department. Guess I'll be happy."

Now that Proctor is dead, he can make millions a year casually, so why bother to be restrained by others.

There is also a background check here, and he doesn't want everything to be investigated clearly.

Hood is also a free and undisciplined master, so he naturally understands what he means.

Soon, dense footsteps sounded, and Brock returned to the hall with Emmett and Siobhan.

Emmett and Siobhan were dumbfounded when they saw that it was even more dilapidated than before, with huge bullet holes everywhere on the wall.

When he saw Proctor lying in a pool of blood, he stopped even more.

They didn't expect that the person who had been entangled with them for so long would die like this, but they didn't think much about it anymore, and quickly looked away.

Siobhan strode forward and looked at Ethan nervously:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ethan pouted outside: "We can't wait like this, you know it in your heart."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Let's go." Hood patted the loaded magazine into the AR15: "Now there are only Bunker and District Attorney Alison Medining."

Seeing Siobhan's nervous expression, Ethan grinned:
"Don't worry, when you see something is wrong with me, take care of yourself."

"Promise me, kill all the people who break in."

Siobhan nodded heavily, and leaned against the position where Ethan was just now, and Brock and Emmett also quickly dispersed.

When he walked to Brock, he slipped something to Hood.

"Take this, it won't be used here."

Hood took the grenade, without saying anything, patted Brock on the shoulder, and walked down with Ethan.

It was only a little bit safer than rushing out here, after all, it was Chetton's main attack direction.

Outside the police station, Chelton clenched his fists as he watched the blown-out M60 machine gun. Who would have thought that the people inside the police station actually had a grenade, blowing up the only machine gun in his hand.

At this time, a person ran over from behind the corner of the wall.

Panting, he supported his legs: "No, there are people watching at the back door. There are at least four or five guns. The passage inside is too small. Once our people entered, they were all dead."

Cheton didn't pay attention, the eyes of this man were erratic when he spoke.

"Forget it, you just stay there." Cheton waved his hand:
"Don't let them get out."

"Okay, boss." The man nodded quickly, secretly happy.

After he left, Chelton saw the door frame above the police station, his eyes lit up, and he quickly commanded.

After a while, a pickup truck drove up in reverse.

Two members of the Redbone Gang rushed forward with a crowbar in their hands, and with a bang, the crowbar slammed into the bottom of the rolling gate, and they pushed down with all their strength.

The rolling gate was quickly pried open a gap.

Chetton walked over quickly holding a big iron hook with a cable as thick as a thumb.

He flicked the hook upwards and it fell through the steel door frame.

While the rolling gate is protecting the people inside, it is also creating obstacles for them, and they can only let the people outside do what they want.

Hearing the crackling of the rolling gate, Brock didn't know what they were doing, so he could only pray in his heart.

"boom."

Cheton chiseled hard, and the iron hook slammed into it.

"To recycle."

He directed everyone to back up, and the electric winch installed in the back of the pickup truck began to tighten.

Seeing that the slack cables became tense, and the rolling gate made a piercing click, Chelton excitedly took the AK handed to him, and fixedly stared at the gradually widening gap.

The piercing sound also startled Brock and the others, they moved quickly and pointed their guns at the slowly rising rolling gate.

Ethan and Hood hurried to the basement, and when they came to the side of the passage, they only saw a few corpses lying at the end.

Hearing footsteps, Bunker turned his head quickly:

"Sheriff."

Hood nodded: "How?"

"Just a few people came in, and then there was no movement." Seeing the murderous look of the two of them, Bunker also clenched the gun in his hand:
"I'm going out with you."

Ethan was surprised, and glanced at the defenseless Bunker:

"No, you've done enough."

Bunker picked up the Remington shotgun in his hand, and said firmly, "I can do it. I am also a member of the Banshee Town Police Department, and I should be with you."

"That's fine."

Ethan gave him a hand: "Follow us, be careful."

Seeing this, Alison stood up anxiously:
"what about me?"

"Protect yourself and protect the civilians inside."

Seeing what she wanted to say, Ethan lowered his face: "Do what you should do. What you hold in your hand is not a gun, but a few human lives."

Alison had no choice but to endure whether Ethan looked down on her words, and nodded embarrassingly.

Under her gaze, the three moved forward in battle formation.

Bunker is also a former policeman, and he cooperates very well with them.

They also set their feet very carefully, avoiding the bullet casings and corpses on the ground, and did not make any sound.

Soon, several people came to the emergency entrance.

There is a wall next to it, and the other side is an upward step. Except for Bunker, Ethan and Hood know what the situation outside is like.

Bunker's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

At this time, if a few people suddenly appeared outside, it would be a face-to-face exchange of fire.

But when it comes down to it, it's not his style to back down.

Bunker gritted his teeth and was about to move his feet, but Ethan stretched out his palm and quickly pressed down to suppress his movement.

Only then did he notice that at some point, Hood had an extra grenade in his hand.

"call."

Bunker breathed a sigh of relief.

Alison stood behind, watching them nervously, not knowing what they were doing standing motionless at the door.

Hood looked at Ethan.

Ethan pointed both pistols firmly at the door, and nodded slowly.

The finger hooked on the insurance twitched hard, Hood flicked his arm hard, and the grenade hit the wall next to him.

"boom."

A crisp sound.

The hearts of all three of them jumped. The grenade hit the wall, rebounded quickly, and flew to the other side of the steps.

(End of this chapter)