By the time he got to the outside of the police station, the man with glasses was already riding away on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

"Fake, that beach boy broke our tires."

Siobhan, who was following him, wanted to chase after him in a police car, but when he saw a knife stuck in the tire, he was so angry that he burst into a foul mouth.

Ethan only knew that the motorcyclists would come back for revenge, but he didn't know when they would come, and he didn't like this feeling of passivity very much.

Ethan pulled out the dagger that was stabbed in the Victorian Crown's tires with force, and the sun shone on the blade, flashing a sharp light.

While the two were changing their tires, Hood and Emmett returned to the police station.

"What happened?"

Hood stepped out of the car in surprise, and it was not uncommon for two police cars to have a flat tire together.

Ethan threw the dagger next to Hood's feet with a crisp sound.

"As you can see, the bikers didn't run away, but came back for revenge."

"We've only seen one of them show up." Siobhan wiped his sweat for a moment, then continued to break the Phillips tire wrench in his hand and screw it on.

Hood picked up the dagger, looked at Emmett in the car and said:

"Where do you think they might be hiding?"

"I don't know, but I'll look for it now."

Emmett, with a solemn face, sets the vehicle on fire, which is a provocation to the Banshee Town Police Department and must be responded to.

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Siobhan threw the cross tire wrench into the box and put on his coat, his face sinister.

"It's not a good idea, you know they're coming for you." Hood tried to stop it.

"Then I can't wait in the police station, and I'm the only local among us, and the environment is more familiar than all of you, maybe it will be rewarding."

"Okay, Ethan and Brock and I will be at the carnival site to maintain order, and we will keep in touch." Hood saw that Siobhan had gotten into the car and stopped no more.

Ethan knew that the bikers were going to make trouble on Halloween, and that Siobhan was safer somewhere else, so he told Emmett to be careful and continued to change the tire.

After changing the tires, Ethan called Hood, and the two drove to the Banshee Day celebration together.

Parking the police car in the most prominent part of the street, Hood leaned on the front of the car and looked around, Ethan greeted him and slipped into the crowd.

Buying a skewer of roast chicken wings, Ethan leaned against the railing and ate it without a bite, and across the street, Brock was also standing in the crowd, holding a large box of popcorn, grabbing a handful and throwing it into his mouth from time to time.

At this time, a procession of Native Americans dressed in traditional costumes and wearing feathers came from a distance, beating leather drums.

Many of them also carried a long bamboo pole with a long white skirt and long black hair on it, and the Indians jumped and sang to the beat of the leather drum, and the dummy on the bamboo pole danced in the wind.

Without looking at the procession again, Ethan ate the chicken wings in two bites, clapped his hands, and looked around the street vigilantly, not knowing where the motorcyclists would come from.

The parade was getting closer and closer to him, and the messy sound of leather drums made him feel extremely bored, and suddenly, several screams were heard in the distance, followed by the roar of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

The screams grew louder, the marchers and onlookers fled in terror, seven or eight Harley-Davidson motorcycles rushed into the crowd, and motorcyclists beat people with sticks in their hands.

Seeing this, Ethan held down the railing and jumped over, turning over and jumping out of it.

There are too many people to shoot, and it is easy to get injured by mistake.

Watching the frenzied motorcyclists wield sticks and weave their way back and forth through the crowd, Ethan put his gun back in holster.

With an exclamation, Ethan quickly grabbed forward, his fingers pulled at a belt, and pulled it back hard, and the red-haired woman in a white shirt watched in horror as a wooden stick swept in front of her eyes with a strong wind.

"Jenny? Go back and hide. Looking at Mrs. Kendall, trembling in her arms, Ethan let go of her belt and carried her into the guardrail with both hands.

The scene was too panicked, Ethan took a deep breath, grabbed the guardrail and stepped on top of the trash can.

Not far away, an orange Harley drove in his direction, and the bald-headed driver with a fleshy face laughed hideously, grabbing a woman by the hair with one hand and dragging it on the ground.

The woman being dragged away let out a terrible scream, her hands desperately clutching at her hair, trying to break free.

Hood chased after him in the distance, and just as he was running hard, a motorcycle flashed out from behind him, and the man with glasses had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and increased the throttle to speed past behind Hood, and the stick in his hand swept towards Hood.

Hood was hit the head and fell to the ground.

Ethan jumped out of the trash can, bent down and quickly met the orange Harley that was speeding away.

As the screams got closer, he seized the moment to pounce from the side and take aim at the bald rider for a grapple.

The two of them fell down on the fruit stand together, and Orange Harley lost control and crashed into the fruit stand, and red apples rolled everywhere.

The woman who was dragged was finally out of the predicament, and she was terrified and lay on the ground with her head in her hands and did not dare to move.

In the panic, Ethan received a heavy elbow on his chest, and after a muffled grunt, he rolled over and pressed the bald rider, clenched his fists and smashed them hard, and several teeth flew up with a stream of blood.

The bald rider struggled to get up, but Ethan didn't give him any chance, grabbed his head with strong hands, pressed the ground a few times, and after a few close contacts with the concrete floor, the bald rider simply fainted.

After handing the bald rider, he hurriedly ran over to check on the woman who was being towed.

The woman held her head and breathed rapidly, and as soon as Ethan's hand touched her shoulder, the woman trembled, only to see that her clothes had been worn out, and the exposed skin was dripping with blood, and there were wounds everywhere that had been dragged on the concrete floor.

Ethan sighed, took off his coat twice, and draped it over her.

The roar of Harley also faded away, leaving a mess in ruins, the stalls destroyed, the screams of the attackers everywhere, and the scene of the celebration completely destroyed.

Not far away, the iron-faced Brock walked over with a motorcycle party, Ethan looked around, fortunately he and Brock caught the two murderers and were able to give an explanation.

Otherwise, the Banshee Town Police Station will be in big trouble now.

.....

After all kinds of things were dealt with, everyone returned to the police station.

"Brock, you and Emmett go to the hospital and interrogate the two captured motorcyclists to see if there's any news that can be used."

Hood pressed the ice pack on his head and continued to issue orders.

"Ethan, you escort Siobhan home."

"For God's sake, I'm a police officer with a gun, and I know what to do."

Because she was not at the scene at the time of the incident, she felt that she could not help, she was already very annoyed, and when Siobhan heard Hood say this again, the whole person was like a thorn.

"Well, you're right, Ethan, you send her back." Hood was tough.

Ethan nodded, packed his things, and was about to leave with Siobhan, when Hood grabbed his arm and whispered:

"Those motorcyclists will definitely not give up if they make such a big move, you have to be optimistic about Siobhan, she is the main target."

"Don't worry, I know this, the rest is up to you, you remember to turn on the radio today, and communicate at any time if there is anything."

Hood nodded awkwardly, and Ethan pulled a displeased Siobhan out of the police station.