My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When they came to an intersection, the red light came on, and Ethan slowly stopped the car.

With a roar, a red Dodge Challenger parked next to him, and the huge sound wave shook his window glass slightly.

Ethan frowned and pressed the car window, making the sound even noisier.

When the white guy with dreadlocks saw him looking over, he kicked the accelerator provocatively.

"Hey, pretty boy, look at your crappy car. Do you want to compare it? It's useless to be handsome. A man should be judged by his strength." The guy with the dreadlocks yelled at him.

The little blond girl in the passenger seat also screamed and winked at Ethan.

Then he turned sideways and pulled up his shirt with both hands, shaking it vigorously.

American folk customs are so tough.

Ethan took a breath, he was being looked down upon.

He couldn't afford to provoke him, so he could only turn around, silently take out the police badge from his pocket, put it on the steering wheel and play with it.

The music in the car next to me stopped abruptly, and a gust of evening wind blew over, chilling my whole body, and I suddenly felt much quieter.

When the green light came on, Ethan glanced at the two obedient babies beside him who didn't dare to move. He pressed the accelerator to the bottom, rubbed the tires wildly for a few times, and quickly left the Dodge Challenger behind.

After a few minutes, Ethan knew he had found the place when he saw several police cars parked next to the house.

Find a place to park the car, grab the red wine on the passenger side, and ring the doorbell.

After a while, Siobhan opened the door, holding a barbecue tong in her hand.

"Ethan, the time is just right, I hope you are hungry already."

Ethan smiled and handed over the red wine, "Of course, what delicious food have you prepared?"

"Come in, Emmett and the others are already here." Siobhan took the red wine and invited Ethan into the house.

At this time, the sky had not completely turned dark, and several strings of light bulbs had been put on in the backyard. Emmett and a white woman were sitting at the outdoor dining table, the two of them hugging each other intimately.

Brock stood in front of the oven and flipped it hurriedly. The steaks and sausages on it were sizzling with oil, and the whole backyard was filled with an attractive aroma.

Ethan said hello to Brock and then found a seat at the outdoor table.

"Ethan, this is my wife, Meg Youngs." Emmett introduced the white woman beside him to Ethan, with a happy smile on his face.

Ethan looked at Meg and praised: "Emmett, you are a lucky guy."

"Thanks, nice to meet you, Ethan"

Meg handed Ethan a drink and said, "I heard from Emmett that you captured Cole Moody today."

"Yes, that idiot flew leaves while driving and got high. Fortunately, we found him early and didn't cause any traffic accidents."

Ethan took the drink and took a sip. Freshly squeezed orange juice tasted very good.

"You have to be careful these days. The Moody brothers usually like to cause trouble everywhere. Be careful if they cause trouble for you." Meg said a little worried.

"Don't worry about this, I believe they won't be that stupid." Ethan patted his waist gently with his hand.

Siobhan also sat down next to Ethan, and they chatted together.

Since coming to Banshee Town, Ethan still feels a little lonely in his heart.

After all, this is a completely unfamiliar world to him.

Now chatting with them and talking about trivial things at work makes him feel like he is beginning to truly integrate into the world.

Not long after he sat down, Brock, who was wearing an apron, shouted loudly: "Guys, dinner is ready. I hope you all have a good appetite."

He held up a huge tray with both hands and put it in the middle of the table with difficulty. There were piles of barbecued meats on it.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brock."

Ethan picked up the plate, caught the large piece of beef rib Siobhan brought over, smelled it, gave Brock a thumbs up, quickly cut off a piece with a knife and fork, and ate it.

As the simple training period ended, the vehicle equipped by the police station for Ethan also came down.

There is no doubt that it is a Ford Crown Victoria. Its rugged and durable performance makes it the first choice for police vehicles in the United States.

The body is in standard police livery, with the Banshee Police Department logo spray-painted on the doors.

After Siobhan's reminder, he learned that only the front door of the police car was equipped with bulletproof steel plates.

If a firefight occurs, it is best to use the front door as a cover to protect yourself. The vehicle itself, in addition to the engine and wheels, can be easily penetrated by firearms with slightly larger calibers.

For supporting firepower, he chose a shotgun, the Remington M870 police version. With its dark gun body, simple lines, and huge power, he fell in love with it at first sight. It was a childhood sentiment.

The reality is no different than CS. The Remington m870 is the king of close combat and is also a powerful weapon for scoring goals.

It is extremely practical and is also the first choice for many police support firepower.

Putting the loaded Remington M870 into the gun box in the trunk, he drove away from the police station and went on patrol.

On his first day of patrolling alone, he was in a good mood and even issued a few fewer tickets.

While he was smoking and fishing in a remote corner, the radio on his shoulder rang.

"Ethan, we received a call from the police. The caller claimed that he was threatened by his ex-husband. Siobhan has passed. Please help him quickly."

After putting out the cigarette butt, Ethan pressed the radio and said, "Okay, Alma, I'll be there right now."

Turning on the police lights, Ethan quickly arrived at the address of the caller.

Siobhan had arrived on the scene and was banging his shoulder against the door.

Ethan got out of the car and heard the screams coming from the house. He opened the trunk of the car without hesitation, took out the shotgun and came to the door.

"Siobhan, get out of the way." After waving his hand for Siobhan to get out of the way, Ethan pointed the gun at the door lock and pulled the trigger.

With a loud "bang", the door lock was directly broken.

When he cocked the muzzle of the gun, Siobhan pulled out the gun, kicked open the door and rushed in.

Ethan also pulled the pump butt, removed the shell and reloaded the gun, then walked into the house carrying the Remington.

Coming to the living room, Siobhan was pointing a gun at a white man, who was lying on the ground with his head in his hands. A bloody stick lay on the ground nearby.

"Ethan, how about you go check on that lady's condition?" Siobhan didn't look back.

A shocked woman in white slumped next to the sofa, blood slowly dripping from her forehead.

Ethan quickly stepped forward to check, and after making sure there were no fatal injuries, he held her shoulders and asked.

"Ma'am, how are you feeling?"

The woman in white choked with sobs and said, "I'm fine. Can you help me inform my family?"

"No problem, please wait a moment. I'll call an ambulance for you first."

Feeling that she had no major emotional problems, Ethan pressed the radio

"Alma, arrange for an ambulance to report someone injured at the scene."

Siobhan had already put handcuffs on the white man at this time. Seeing the look of the reporter, she was so angry that she tightened the handcuffs even more tightly.