My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Upon seeing this, Brock immediately turned on the police light and siren button and drove to follow.

The old-fashioned tubular police lights alternately flashed red, blue and white lights. As the siren sounded, more than ten seconds later, the pickup truck pulled over and stopped.

The police car followed and stopped behind the pickup, but Brock was in no hurry to get out of the car.

He picked up the car walkie-talkie and started shouting to the vehicle in front of him.

"For the vehicle in front, please turn off the engine immediately, roll down the window, put the key on the roof, and accept inspection."

After shouting twice, the pickup finally turned off, and the driver took out the key and put it on the roof.

The two got out of the car together, and Brock stood in front of the police car and motioned for Ethan to step forward for questioning.

Ethan touched the butt of the pickup truck and walked behind the driver's seat.

A white man wearing a yellow coat was sitting in the cab. He held the steering wheel with his hands impatiently. Ethan smelled a stench coming from the car.

It was just flying over the leaves. Ethan put his hand on the Glock warily and walked to the car window.

"Good morning, sir, Banshee Town Police Department. We just observed that you were driving irregularly and had a damaged taillight, so we stopped you. Please show me your driver's license, vehicle registration form and insurance policy."

"Fake, who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

This was the first time he encountered such an arrogant person in law enforcement. Ethan also became angry and his tone became stiff: "Sir, can I understand that you refuse to accept the police officer's order and guidance?"

Seeing Ethan's tough attitude, the driver cursed and pulled out his ID from the sun visor and handed it to Ethan.

"Is the vehicle registered in your name? Mr. Cole Moody."

Ethan looked at the ID and asked.

"It's me, is there anything else?" Cole became even more impatient.

Ethan ignored him and warned him to sit still, hold down the radio, and report the license plate number and related information to Alma.

A moment later, Alma's voice came over the radio, "I checked and found nothing wrong."

Handing the ID to Cole, "Mr. Moody, I have reason to suspect that you were smoking contraband in the car just now."

"Now you need to get out of the car for inspection. Are there any offensive weapons on you or in the car?"

"I didn't do anything, don't cause trouble for me, get away." Cole waved his hands excitedly, obviously very excited.

Seeing this, Ethan took a step back and pointed at Cole, "I'm warning you, don't do anything stupid. Open the door and get out of the car right now."

"What happened?" Brock hurried over.

Cole cursed, opened the car door and got out of the car, stretched out his hand and pushed Ethan's chest. Shout to Brock: "Brock, WTF, it's just a leaf, what does this quarterback want to do?"

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Ethan slapped Cole's hand away.

Then he punched him cleanly in the lower abdomen. As the fist fell, Cole groaned and fell to his knees.

Cole struggled to get up and fight back, but the next second he lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

"Come on, tough guy, give me a reason to shoot." Ethan held the Glock 17 against the back of Cole's head.

Brock also rushed over. He pushed Cole to the ground, pressed one knee on Cole's waist, took out the handcuffs, and cuffed him twice.

Ethan put the pistol back into its holster, and together with Brock, they lifted Cole and pressed him onto the hood of the police car.

After some searching, a few leaves were found from Cole's trouser pocket.

Ethan waved the leaves in front of Cole's eyes, but Cole just looked at him angrily.

After reading Cole a Miranda warning, Ethan put him into the back seat of the police car.

"Well done, you're not hurt, are you?" Brock, who was already getting older, gasped.

"Do you know this person?" Ethan waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"This is a small town. The Moody brothers run a furniture store in the town. They are always causing trouble. They are old customers of our police station."

After a few words of conversation, the two took Cole back to the police station.

After the matter was settled, they continued patrolling, and the time soon came to noon.

Brock parked the police car and waved Ethan to the food truck on the roadside.

Tacos, hot dogs, and stacked donuts.

American people joke that guns and donuts are the two most important equipment for American police. If you want to buy them for zero dollars, don't rob a donut shop. That is equivalent to charging into a prison.

He ordered a hot dog, a donut and mineral water from the stall owner, and sat down on the bench next to him.

He had never eaten donuts, but they looked good and looked very tempting. He picked them up and took a bite. After chewing them for a few times, Ethan quickly spit them into the bag.

It's so cloying, it's so sweet that it hits your forehead.

Ethan never liked sweets, so he drank a few sips of water quickly to suppress the sweet feeling, but Brock ate it with relish.

After lunch, we patrolled aimlessly again, during which we also dealt with several traffic violations.

While patrolling, Ethan also took out his notepad and kept writing and drawing. He had to get familiar with the local environment as soon as possible.

From now on, when I patrol alone, it will be unreasonable if I can't find a place for my colleagues when they need support.

At about 6 p.m., we returned to the police station.

"Ethan, come to my house later. It's your first day at work. We've prepared a welcome party for you."

Not long after he sat down, Siobhan took a document and patted it on his desk.

"Thank you, you are so kind."

"It's nothing special. It's just a few people from our bureau getting together and grilling some sausages, beef, etc. in my backyard."

"Seven-thirty, don't be late. I'll send you the address later." Siobhan shook his braid and waved goodbye to him.

Working in a township police station is relatively easy. There is usually only one person on duty at the police station at night.

However, if they are not on vacation, off-duty personnel cannot leave the jurisdiction too far.

If there is an emergency, rapid support is still needed.

Because the small town police station does not have many manpower, it must be ready to intervene at any time when an emergency occurs.

So they usually take their equipment home directly, including guns.

Ethan's car has not yet been equipped. Once his police car is equipped, he can drive to and from get off work, even saving gas money.

After returning home, Ethan saw that there was still time, so he sorted out an open space next to the house.

I found some old bottles and cans from home and placed them where I wanted. A simple shooting range was completed. I could play with guns at home when I had nothing to do. Anyway, I was the only one in the large area around. Every household, no one will complain.

After finishing his work, it was almost time. He quickly took a bath and changed into casual clothes.

Wearing a soft body armor to patrol, at the end of the day, whoever wears it knows what it feels like.

It's okay in the winter, and it keeps you warm by the way, but it's really painful in the summer, but if you don't wear it when you're on duty, you're just kidding your life.

He took off the holster from his duty belt and buckled it around his waist, put his police badge in his pocket, put on a light coat, and drove towards Siobhan's house.