My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 39
Emmet nodded quickly, supported the hood with his hands, flipped over the car nimbly, and chased forward.

He pressed the radio while running and shouted:

"Alma, the suspect is running toward the Oak Street parking lot."

Ethan opened the rearview mirror and took a look in the mirror. There was a small wound on his forehead, and a stream of blood slowly flowed from it.

He took out a few paper towels and quickly wiped off the blood. He turned the car key, but the car still failed to start after beeping a few times. At this time, Emmett had already run away.

Ethan had no choice but to pull out the key, and when he pushed the car door and stepped on the ground, he still felt a little shaking.

Not caring so much, he came to the back of the car and opened the trunk, picked up the Remington M870 behind his back, closed the trunk, and ran in the direction Emmett left.

"Brock, they just crossed Oak Street, repeat, they just crossed Oak Street," Siobhan yelled over the radio.

At this time, Ethan also saw Emmett's back, and saw that he jumped over the iron net nimbly, jumped forward, and disappeared from sight.

"Suspect fled to Bansheetown High School gym," Emmett said, panting over the radio.

When Ethan ran across the street, the siren sounded. Siobhan passed by in a Chevrolet SUV. The two looked at each other. The top bar.

After jumping over the wire netting and running down the spectator stands on the football field, Emmett has already rushed to the opposite end zone of the field.

"Stop, you two stop for me."

Emmett's yelling resounded across the football field, and the two suspects, one fat and one thin, sped up a bit and ran desperately.

A woman in a striped shirt was smoking a cigarette with her back against the iron door. When she heard the shouts behind her, she turned her head and screamed in horror when she saw the situation in front of her. She threw away the cigarette in her hand, turned around and ran away.

It's a pity that she was wearing high heels, and she was not fast. After running a few steps, she was picked up by the fat suspect and blocked in front of her.

"Release the person immediately."

Seeing this, Emmet stopped and raised his gun.

Ethan hurriedly quickened his pace, and the person who was hijacked in the arms of the fat robber was Jenny Kendall, who had just parted with him.

Seeing Emmett hesitated, the fat robber stretched out his hand and shot him.

The gunshots sounded, and Emmett fell to the ground. The two robbers grabbed Jenny's arms, dragged her back again and again, and retreated along the side door of the gymnasium.

"Are you okay?" Ethan ran quickly with the Remington in his hand, pointed the gun at the side door of the gymnasium, and knelt on one knee in front of Emmett.

Emmet put his hands over his shoulders and sat up reluctantly, blood dripping from between his fingers.

At this time, two police cars also drove quickly from the side. With a sudden brake, they slanted and blocked the front of the two of them. Brock and Siobhan got out of the car in a hurry and drew their guns for security.

Only then did Ethan put down the Remington, grabbed the tourniquet from his duty belt, and quickly tied it to Emmett's arm.

Fortunately, the bullet penetrated his arm and did not stay inside.

"Who can explain the situation?" Brock retreated to them.

After Ethan tied the tourniquet, Emmett picked up the pistol that fell on the ground, turned over and stood up on the police car next to him, sweating profusely and said:

"There were two suspects, white men, I heard them talking, and one of them was called Lance."

"Very well, Siobhan, you and Ethan check along the gymnasium to see if there are other entrances and exits."

Ethan ran to the side with Siobhan holding the gun.

Because it was the weekend, the other entrances and exits of the gymnasium were tightly locked by large iron chains. After confirming that there was no other place on the first floor for the two suspects to escape, the two returned to the side entrance together.

"Squat down" Brock and Emmett were hiding behind the police car, and when they saw the two of them coming, they quickly pressed their hands to signal.

Through the glass on the side door of the gymnasium, people could be seen flickering inside. It should be that the suspect was observing the situation outside. Ethan and Siobhan bent down and ran to the back of the police car.

"Any gains?"

"Except for the side door, everything else has been locked."

"Very well, the situation is in our favor now." Brock nodded.

Siobhan carefully ran to the back of her Chevrolet SUV, pulled a small first aid kit from the trunk, and examined Emmett's wounds.

"Did you inform Hood?" she asked Brock while bandaging.

"He asked for leave today, saying that he has a personal matter to deal with, and he is not in town."

Emmett held back the pain and said: "Brock, he is the sheriff. Mrs. Kendall has been kidnapped. We must contact him."

"Okay then," Brock had to pick up the radio, "Alma, put me through the sheriff's call."

"I called just now, but I haven't heard back."

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Brock replied to Alma, then put down the radio and looked at them helplessly.

After Siobhan wrapped up the wound, Emmett clenched the pistol and gritted his teeth and said:
"We can't wait like this forever. I suggest rushing in directly. We now have four people, and the advantage is on our side."

"No," Brock quickly objected.

"When I got to the pharmacy just now, the cashier was out of breath."

"They've already killed one person and now they have hostages, we can't take the risk."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, and the sheriff can't be contacted. What should we do now?" Siobhan asked anxiously.

Ethan licked his lips and poked his head out from behind the police car. The figure flashing on the side door glass had disappeared.

"At least let's see what's going on first?"

Hearing Ethan's words, several people looked at each other, Emmett was injured, and Siobhan didn't know if he had recovered from what happened last time.

Brock had no choice but to tighten the gun in his hand, and said dryly: "Ethan, let's go there together."

After a simple arrangement, Emmett and Siobhan stood behind the police car and pointed their guns at the side door of the gymnasium to prevent the gunmen from rushing out suddenly.

Ethan and Brock were on one side, and after making a big bend, they moved forward on the left and right sides.

Bending down, he came to the side door carefully. Brock stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the door, and then increased his strength. The side door didn't move at all, it should be locked from the inside.

The two looked at each other, Brock wiped the sweat off his forehead and nodded at him, Ethan grabbed Remington and stood up slowly leaning towards the door panel.

Seeing the atmosphere at the scene, Emmett and Siobhan also nervously clenched their guns.

Ethan stood up, leaned his head and glanced inside.

The two thieves have now left the range of the door. They are standing on the basketball court in the middle of the gymnasium, dancing and arguing. Ethan's pupils contracted. Beside the robbers, besides Jenny Kendall, there is another teacher and five or six students.

Ethan cursed secretly, how could he forget about this, Jenny said that today she came to see the students in detention.

He quickly squatted down, turned his head at Brock, and the two retreated to the police car together.

"What's going on inside?" Siobhan and Emmett surrounded him. Ethan shook his head and said solemnly:
"Things just got more complicated."

(End of this chapter)