After dialing the phone, Ethan put the phone on the table and let it ring.

I picked out a bottle of bourbon from the nearby wine cabinet, and after opening the cap, the phone was finally connected.

"Who's looking for me?" A deep voice rang out, clearly suppressing the fire.

"I'm Ethan, Mr. Procout, have you rested so early?" Ethan came to the kitchen with the phone and took the ice out of the fridge.

"Tell me something!"

There were also a few women's smirks on the other end of the phone, and Procott's anger was obviously irrepressible.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to talk to you, by the way, our police department just raided a rave party and caught a few dealers who organized a party to sell pills."

Ethan put the ice cubes in the wine glass, then picked up the wine bottle and poured half a glass of tan wine into it, shook the wine glass gently, and took a sip.

Proctor waited for a moment, but didn't hear Ethan, so he lowered his tone, "Ethan, please continue." ”

"It's a pity that there were a few people at the party who overdosed, and one of them died after failing to save him, but luckily we caught the person in charge, what is his name, by the way, his name is Hansen, and he has a small red crab tattooed on his hand."

Ethan lit a cigarette and spat out a ring of smoke in enjoyment.

"One more thing I want to share with you, the boy whose name is Reid Schumacher, the son of state Senator Schumacher, is really sad for the senator."

Watching the smoke ring slowly dissipate, Procott's breathing on the phone became heavier, "That's really unfortunate news, but I don't understand why you're talking to me about these things?" ”

"It's nothing, just small talk between friends."

"Alright, don't bother you, get some rest early, Mr. Procout."

Ethan looked at the phone that had hung up, drank the wine in the cup, and went to sleep.

The next day, Ethan arrived at the police station, and as soon as he got out of the car, he saw Emmett grabbing Hansen's arm and walking out of the police station.

"Emmett, where are you going?"

"He wanted to make a deal with the District Attorney in exchange for a reduction in his guilt by testifying against Procott, and Gordon asked me to take him to the District Attorney's Office to see what evidence he had."

"Okay, be careful."

"Hansen, you're in good spirits today, what a great guy." Seeing that Hansen was staring at him, Ethan patted his arm in a gesture of friendship.

"M-FXXK, keep your stinky hands away, you wait for my lawyer, bastard."

Hansen broke out in a cold sweat in pain and threatened Ethan.

"Hansen, you're so cute, I'm a little reluctant to give you up." Ethan grinned, showing his white teeth, and continued to rub his wound with a little more strength on his hands.

"Okay, I'm in a hurry, let's go first."

Emmett opened the back door of the police car for Hansen to sit in and drove out of the police station.

Siobhan and Brock sat at their desks sorting out the notes, everyone is at work today, there is no need to think about administrative vacation, last night the whole country was dispatched, everyone has a share, if they are all on vacation, the Banshee Town Police Department will be closed.

Hood was still the same, nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know why he went.

As soon as he sat down for a moment, the radio over his shoulder rang out, and Emmett's hurried voice was heard.

"I feel something is wrong, hurry over and help..."

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out over the radio, and the radio hung up.

Ethan and the others hurriedly ran out of the police station and drove in the direction of the district prosecutor's office.

Two minutes later, Ethan saw the police car that had hit a tree trunk on the side of the road, and Emmett was opening the door and struggling to climb out of the car.

Several people stopped the police car and helped Emmett to the side and sat down.

Emmett shook his dazed head, reached out and grabbed Brock's arm and hurriedly said, "There were two motorcycles attacking me, the Mott rider was wearing a black leather jacket, wearing a helmet, and no license plate information. ”

Brock nodded and quickly returned to the car, starting the vehicle to chase forward, but Ethan didn't have much hope for this, and it was estimated that the gunman had already run away.

"I've got in touch with the sheriff, he's on his way." Siobhan put down his phone and said.

"Don't move yet, I'll check it for you."

Emmett had only a few abrasions and a slight concussion, and after Ethan confirmed that he was fine, he radioed an ambulance and walked over to the crashed police car.

"The tires were punctured, the vehicle lost control and crashed into the side of the road"

Siobhan shook his head at him and continued, "Hansen is hopeless. ”

The window glass of the back seat of the police car was shattered, and Hansen lay in the back seat in handcuffs and his eyes blank, and his body was beaten like a hornet's nest.

Ethan scratched his head, he didn't expect Procott to move so fast, but fortunately Emmett was fine.

After a half-second of silence for Hansen, he and Siobhan worked on the scene together.

......

A few days later, Ethan stood boredly in the crowd with a bouquet of white flowers, and next to the coffin, a lady in a black dress sang affectionately about Strange Grace.

The son of the state senator died in the jurisdiction of the Banshee Town Police Department, and although the main culprit was arrested, he was killed during the escort, and no clues have been found until now.

So today, all the members of the Banshee Town Police Department, except for Alma, came to attend Reed Schumacher's funeral, which can be regarded as an apology.

After the funeral, Ethan returned to the car, and moments later, Siobhan also opened the passenger door and got into the car.

"Let's go, I really don't like to be on this occasion."

After fastening his seatbelt and urging Ethan to leave, Siobhan turned his head and quietly looked out the window.

Ethan knew that her family had died, and she was the only one left, probably because she was in love, so she didn't say anything, twisted the key and left.

Slowly moving along the road, opening the window and blowing the wind for a while, Siobhan returned to his usual appearance of talking and laughing.

At this time, a white extended courtesy car in front of it honked its horn twice and turned into the Chino Moon Casino next to it.

The white extended courtesy car drove up in front of the red carpet and stopped, a bald man in a white suit opened the door and stepped out of the car, and reporters who had been waiting at the red carpet for a long time surrounded him with long guns and short guns.

Ethan slowed down to see Proctor and a few people from the Chino tribe standing at the end of the red carpet to greet the visitors.

"Is there any event going on at the Kino Moon Casino?"

"Saturday night, fight night, stay tuned for UFC fighter Damian Sanchez." Siobhan looked at the banner on the side of the road and read it word by word.

"What's the matter, are you interested? Do you want to stop the bus and let you buy a ticket? Ethan saw the crowd in front of him who was queuing up to buy tickets.

"No, I prefer WWE, it's better."

"Well, you're right." Ethan nodded.

The heroes in WWE who are flying away from the sky, all kinds of wonderful killer moves, Siobhan said that it looks better, and he is not wrong.

At this moment, a car whizzed by.

Ethan looked at his dashboard, and it was driving so fast that he must have been speeding.

Glancing at Siobhan, she was already seated and gave Ethan a thumbs up.

Ethan turned on his lights, gripped the steering wheel, and slammed his foot on the floor as the Victoria Crown roared forward.