After listening to Ethan's explanation of the situation inside the gymnasium, everyone fell silent.

"Alma, request support from the county police and the FBI, the suspect is now kidnapping a bunch of students."

Brock hesitated for a moment and pressed the radio.

Although they do not want others to interfere with their law enforcement operations, they have to call for support in some cases.

No one expected that in the gymnasium where the two suspects crashed head-on, there would be a group of students staying in the gymnasium on weekends.

What started as a simple robbery and homicide case has risen dramatically to the point where the FBI needs to intervene.

Ethan shook his head, estimating that those two fools were also riding tigers now.

He was about to say something, when the horn kept sounding, and a van with an antenna on the roof of the car rushed towards it.

There is also a large line printed on the body of the car that reads "ABC TV, live news." ”

"Hell yes." Seeing a female reporter jump out of the car with a microphone, Brock cursed.

It should be that when I was chasing on the street before, a passer-by with good deeds called the TV station for the bonus.

When this kind of thing happens, it's normal for a TV station to chase after it, but under the zoom of the camera, their actions are becoming more and more restrained.

Siobhan hurriedly stepped forward to stop the female reporter, Ethan also took out a yellow and white cordon belt from the police car to block the intersection, and Brock asked Alma to ask for support.

Passers-by also came to watch, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

Not long after, the county police came over two cars, and a few people came down to help maintain order at the scene.

Just as Ethan was distracted by the chaos of the scene, a black Chevrolet SUV also arrived at the scene, and the county police pulled the cordon to let the car in.

The black Chevrolet slowly stopped, and a white man in a black suit who looked supposed to be in his thirties got out of the car with a calm expression.

"Who's in charge here?"

He glanced around the gymnasium, then looked around and pulled up his badge, "I'm FBI agent Dean Xavier." ”

"Hello Detective, I'm Officer Brock Lotus."

"Officer? What about your sheriff? Dean glanced at him.

"Our sheriff is on leave today for personal matters, and now he is not in town, and I am currently in charge here."

Dean Xavier looked Brock up and down, then looked at the rest of the Banshee Town Police Department, and the two or three kittens in front of him made him laugh a little, and then said with his hands on his hips:

"I happened to be nearby, and Harrisburg called me over."

"Don't worry, I've already called to transfer a SWAT tactical team from Philadelphia, you and your people just need to maintain the site."

Brock was about to speak when the radio on his shoulder rang "Brock, I received a call from Jenny Kendall, the mayor's wife, with a gunslinger asking to speak to you. ”

"Okay, turn around." Brock glanced at Dean, then pressed the radio, "This is Officer Brock Lotus, don't hurt the hostages, what can you ask for." ”

"My request is simple, give me a car with a full tank of gas, then get out of the way, and I will keep the hostages safe."

"Okay, you let us talk about it."

"It's not a negotiation with you, within an hour, I'm going to see the car ready."

As soon as the voice fell, the call was hung up.

Brock's expression became solemn, and Ethan pursed his lips and walked away from him.

"Ethan, I'll help you with the wound on your head."

Ethan stood behind Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV, letting Siobhan fiddle with his hands, his gaze looking through Siobhan's white arms to the second-floor window of the gymnasium.

"What are you thinking?" After Seobhan cleaned the wound, he carefully applied a Bondi band-aid.

Ethan raised his chin, motioned for Siobhan to look up, and whispered, "Let's check it out again, if we have a chance to enter the gym, I believe it will be of great help." ”

"It's too dangerous, and didn't the FBI send the SWAT tactics team over?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to take any chances, and you know, those two people are just thieves of pharmacies, forced into this situation, they won't keep the inside tightly guarded."

"This bastard treats us like odds, this is our town." While Siobhan was hesitating, Brock came over scoldingly, glanced at Dean Xavier, who was standing not far away, and said with an unhappy expression:

"Ethan, you and Siobhan go and inspect this building again, every door and every window, we must re-inspect it to make sure that the two bandits inside will not have a chance to escape from other places, and report to me at any time if there is any situation."

Siobhan sighed, and Ethan looked around the gym again, this time mainly looking for a place to break in.

As he walked around a corner behind the gymnasium, Siobhan quickly slapped Ethan's arm.

Ethan looked in the direction that Siobhan was pointing, and there was a window on the second floor in this position, leaving a gap, although the position was very high, but there was a protrusion below, which should be able to climb up.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Do you want to inform Brock first? Siobhan looked at him uneasily, and asked a series of questions.

"I'll let him know later, who knows how long it will take for the SWAT tactical team to get over, and if something happens in between, if someone goes in, at least we'll be able to grasp the situation inside."

Commanding Siobhan to stand with her back against the wall, she folded her hands and put them on her chest,

Ethan then unfastened the radio and tightened the strap of the gun, Remington firmly attached to his back, and he took a few steps back.

"Are you ready?" Ethan looked up and counted the distance, then took two more steps back.

Seeing Siobhan nodding, Ethan no longer hesitated, instantly accelerated and waved his hands to rush forward, and then jumped up suddenly, kicked Siobhan's hands and used the force of her upper support to rush upward.

With a muffled grunt, his body slammed against the wall, but his hands were already firmly gripping the horns.

Ethan turned his head sideways to wipe the dust off his mouth, and then pulled his body up with both arms, one hand propped up on the protruding corner, and the other hand hooked up, the strong core strength made his body steady.

Under Siobhan's whispered prompting, Ethan wasted the boss's strength to firmly clasp his fingers on the windowsill, and Siobhan watched nervously, for fear that he would fall.

Ethan took a few breaths, then opened the window and rolled in.

Soon, Siobhan's phone rang, and she opened the text message to see the three letters lol sent by Ethan, so angry that she quickly replied with a few bayonets.

Ethan smiled and tucked his phone, which had been set to vibrate in advance, into his pants pocket and surveyed the room, which was a utility room stacked with buckets, mops and stuff.

He gently twisted the doorknob with a soft "click".

The lock cylinder popped up, the door was locked, and if there was no key, it could only be opened from the inside, and he waited for a while without hearing any movement, and then slowly opened the door.

Just as he was about to walk out of the room, he stopped, bent down and took off his boots.

Putting his boots in the utility room, Ethan gently closed the door and crept along the corridor on the second floor, where there was a faint sound of swearing in the distance.