My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Emmett nodded quickly, held the hood with his hands, flipped over the car nimbly, and chased forward.

As he ran, he pressed the radio and shouted:

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

Ethan opened the rearview mirror and looked 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, quickly wiped away the blood, and turned the car key, but after the car made a few pops of noise, it still failed to start. By this time, Emmett had already run away.

Ethan had no choice but to take out the key, push the door open and step on the ground, he still felt a little shaken.

Not caring so much, he went to the back of the car and opened the trunk, picked up the Remington M870 and carried it 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. He quickly climbed over the iron net, jumped forward, and disappeared from sight.

"The suspect fled to the Banshee High School gymnasium," Emmett's breathless voice came over the radio.

The sirens rang as Ethan ran across the street. Siobhan passed by in a Chevrolet SUV. The two looked at each other. Ethan sped forward, kicked hard on the iron fence, jumped up, and held on firmly with both hands. The upper crossbar.

After climbing over the iron net and running down the spectator stand of the football field, Emmett had already rushed to the end zone on the opposite side of the field.

"Stop, you two, stop here."

Emmett's shouts echoed throughout 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 gate. She heard shouting from behind, turned around, screamed in horror when she saw the situation in front of her, threw away the cigarette in her hand, turned around and ran away.

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

"Let the person go immediately."

Emmett stopped and raised his gun.

Ethan quickly quickened his pace, and the person held hostage in the arms of the fat robber was none other than Jenny Kendall, who had just separated from him.

Seeing Emmett's hesitation, the fat robber stretched out his hand and fired.

Gunshots rang out, and Emmett fell to the ground. The two robbers grabbed Jenny's arms and dragged her back, along the side door of the gymnasium and inside.

"Are you okay?" Ethan ran over quickly with a Remington in hand, pointing the gun at the side door of the gymnasium, and knelt down on one knee to block Emmett.

Emmett covered his shoulders with his hands and sat up with pain, blood flowing out from between his fingers.

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

Ethan then put down the Remington, took 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 stepped back next to them.

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

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

"Very well, Siobhan, you and Ethan check along the gymnasium to see if there are any 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 with large iron chains. After confirming that there was no other place on the first floor where the two suspects could escape, the two returned to the side door together.

"Kneel down." Brock and Emmett were hiding behind the police car. When they saw the two of them approaching, they quickly raised their hands to signal.

Through the glass on the side door of the gymnasium, people could be seen flashing inside. It seemed that the suspect was observing the situation outside. Ethan and Siobhan bent down and ran behind the police car in small steps.

"Anything gained?"

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

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

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

"Have you informed Hood?" she asked Brock while bandaging.

"He took a day off today and said he had personal matters to deal with and was out of town."

Emmett endured the pain and said: "Brock, he is the police chief. Mrs. Kendall has been kidnapped. We must contact him."

"Okay then" Brock had no choice but to pick up the radio and "Alma, help me get through to the Sheriff."

"I contacted you just now, but no reply."

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

After Siobhan had bandaged the wound, Emmett clenched his pistol and gritted his teeth and said:

"We can't wait like this forever. I suggest rushing in directly. We have four people now, and the advantage is on our side."

"No" Brock objected quickly.

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

"They've killed one person and now they have hostages. We can't take any chances."

"This won't work, that won't work either, and the police chief can't be contacted. What are we going to do now?" Siobhan asked anxiously.

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

"Can we at least go see what's going on first?"

After 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 in a dry voice: "Ethan, let's go there together."

After a simple arrangement, Emmett and Siobhan stood behind the police car and pointed their guns in the direction of the side door of the stadium, guarding against armed gangsters suddenly rushing out.

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

Bending down, he carefully came to the side door. Brock stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the door, then added a little more force. The side door did not move at all, and it must have been locked from the inside.

The two looked at each other, Brock wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded to him, Ethan held on to the Remington and stood up slowly facing the door panel.

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

Ethan stood up and looked inside.

The two robbers have now left the door and are standing on the basketball court in the middle of the gymnasium, dancing and arguing. Ethan's pupils are constricted. Next to the robbers, besides Jenny Kendall, there is another teacher and Wu Liu. student.

Ethan cursed secretly, why did he forget about this? Jenny said that she came here today to watch the students stay in class.

He quickly squatted down, turned to Brock, and the two of them walked back to the police car.

"What's going on inside?" Siobhan and Emmett gathered around. Ethan shook his head and said solemnly:

"Things are getting more troublesome."