My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The next day, Ethan woke up early from bed.

The effect of the physique improving potion was very obvious. It had been a long time since he had felt that refreshed feeling after waking up from sleep.

Seeing that there was still plenty of time, he put on his shoes and started jogging along Route 6.

After the morning exercise, I took a shower, put on some decent clothes, and tidied my hair.

He drove to the parking lot next to the police station and parked, then went to Myers Restaurant and ordered pancakes and coffee.

After quickly finishing his breakfast, Ethan walked into the police station.

He said hello to Alma who was sitting at the front desk, who handed him a heavy service bag.

Ethan took the service bag, which contained police clothing issued by the police station. No one else had come to work yet, so he twisted the bag and walked to the changing room.

Wearing stiff black combat boots and a dark blue town police uniform, Ethan stroked the wrinkles of his clothes in the mirror. After putting on the police uniform, he looked much more energetic.

At this moment, he heard someone calling him outside. Ethan quickly stuffed the clothes he had changed into his work bag and walked outside with the bag.

All members of the Banshee Town Police Department had arrived. Brock saw that Ethan had changed into his uniform. He nodded with satisfaction and stretched out his hand to introduce the two police officers next to him.

"Officer Emmett Youngs."

"Officer Siobhan Kelly."

Looking at the tall black man with short hair in front of him, Ethan stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, I am Ethan Morgan."

Emmett smiled and shook his hand, "Call me Emmett and welcome to the Banshee Town Police Department."

Turning sideways, Ethan also shook hands with Siobhan, who had thick braids, and said hello.

Several people got to know each other, and after a brief oath, Brock put the pentagonal town police badge and police nameplate on Ethan's chest respectively.

In the Banshee Town Police Department, only the chief has an independent office, and several other police officers work in the lobby.

After Ethan stuffed the service bag under his desk, Brock led Ethan to get the police equipment.

The two came to the equipment room, and Brock found a soft body armor for him to put on.

Ethan had no choice but to take off his shirt, put on the body armor, then took a duty belt and buckled it around his waist, and then put the police radio, anti-robbery holster, handcuff bag, key bag, spare magazine bag, and pepper spray , tourniquets, batons and Taser guns were packed in categories.

He chose a telescopic baton for easier movement.

As for the Taser, it's just for show. Whoever wants to use it can use it.

In his opinion, that thing is completely useless. Not to mention the short shooting range, the effect is not good. How many old black men are still alive and kicking after being shocked.

If you really encounter someone who resists law enforcement, just use blank bullets to serve them.

Nowadays, there are no law enforcement recorders, and they have a high degree of discretion when enforcing the law.

In terms of personal firearms, there are only three options within the police station.

Smith \u0026 Wesson's .38 revolver had too little ammunition and insufficient power.

After hesitating between the M1911 and the Glock 17 for a while, I decisively picked up the Glock 17. The performance was more reliable, and the 17 bullets loaded in the double-row magazine also gave him an inexplicable sense of security.

After registering the gun number, Brock asked him to load a magazine and took him to a small shooting range next to the equipment room.

Generally speaking, American police officers will often practice firearms shooting if they have the opportunity.

After all, as law enforcement officers, whether they are on duty outside or resting at home, they need to use firearms to stop crimes or protect themselves.

You don't have to use it, but you can't do it without it.

"Come on, let me see how good you are?" After Brock demonstrated to Ethan, he stepped aside and looked at him.

Not counting the original owner's training at the police academy, this was Ethan's first real-life shooting, but he was not weak at all.

Steadyly walk to the shooting position, hold down the handle of the gun with your right hand and press down, then lean forward and easily pull the gun out of the anti-robbing holster.

Standing in the standard shooting position, and after taking aim for a while, Ethan repeatedly pulled the trigger on the target paper fifteen meters away.

"Bang bang bang"

Ethan waited until the magazine was empty before putting down the pistol.

After his physical condition improved, he felt that his strength had increased a lot, and the tiny recoil of the Glock 17 was negligible.

Ethan even felt that even if he was given a Desert Eagle, he would be able to control it easily now.

Coupled with the blessing of pistol proficiency skills, the center of the target paper not far away was basically smashed.

"Good marksmanship. It seems that you have trained well before."

Brock crossed his arms and nodded with satisfaction. It was a good thing that he had passed the business ability.

"When we patrol, in addition to the guns on our bodies, we can also choose to put a shotgun or M4A1 in the car as supplementary firepower."

"You will be patrolling with me in the next three days. You don't need any equipment for the time being. I will help you get better at it then."

"Go and load the bullets. I'll wait for you outside."

After speaking, Brock left.

Ethan picked up a bullet casing, put it under his nose, took a breath, and laughed happily while looking at the dense bullet points on the target paper.

I don’t know what level the pistol skill will be if it is upgraded to another level.

Return to the equipment room, take out the empty magazine, load it with 9mm hollow point bullets, load it and insert it back into the holster.

After filling two more spare magazines and putting them into his duty belt, he arranged his clothes with satisfaction and left quickly.

Emmett and Siobhan had already gone out on patrol, and when they arrived at the parking lot, Brock was already waiting for him in a Crown Victoria.

After Ethan opened the door and got into the passenger seat, he started the police car and left the parking lot.

"I'll take you around the suburbs. There's an Aboriginal casino there."

Brock drove the car and continued: "The Chino tribe is right next to our town. Every month after receiving government subsidies, the Indians will go to Banshee Town to spend money and drink alcohol. Occasionally, there will be conflicts. We often have conflicts because of the jurisdiction. There was a dispute over rights.”

As the vehicle moved along, Brock occasionally introduced the situation in the town.

When passing an intersection, Ethan looked at the signboard "Savoie Gentlemen's Club" on the parking lot next to it.

"This is Kay Proctor's place." Noticing the direction of Ethan's gaze, Brock said seriously:

"You must be careful about him. All the criminal gangs nearby are under his control, and they are involved in extortion, extortion, organization of prostitution, murder, pill manufacturing, etc."

"Then you didn't do anything?" Ethan looked at Brock in confusion.

"We have tried to bring him down. At the critical moment, either witnesses disappeared or evidence disappeared. There was still no way to convict him."

After a pause, Brock continued: "When the new Sheriff arrives, he will definitely hold a welcome party, and then you can get to know this person."

As the traffic light turned green, Brock said nothing and continued driving forward.

When they turned an intersection, an old pickup truck appeared in front of them. It was driving shaky and had a hole in the taillight.