He was almost stabbed in his throat and had a sharp pain in his shoulder.

The man in the suit had bloodshot eyes, and he roared and did not retreat, but rushed straight forward.

Caught off guard, Ethan was grabbed and taken away by a man in a suit.

The chairs and tables in the dining room were overturned, and Ethan gritted his teeth and raised his arm, his fork stabbing at the swollen veins in the man's neck.

Daria heard the sound of the fight and hurriedly ran out of the operation room.

With an exclamation, the cup in her hand fell to the ground, and the milkshake splashed everywhere, and she covered her mouth with her hands as she watched Ethan and the man in the suit smash into the huge glass window of the restaurant.

There was a loud bang, and the two of them fell out of the street with countless shards of glass.

"Almost," Ethan looked at the stainless steel fork that had fallen to the side in annoyance, and quickly pulled Glock 17 from his waist.

He was about to open fire when he noticed that the man in the suit also had a pistol in his hand.

Under the threat of death, the two rolled to the side at the same time, quickly closing the distance, while the guns in their hands continued to spew out tongues of fire.

Just as he kept firing, Ethan suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer in his ribs, and the sharp pain caused by the huge impact hitting his ribs made him almost lose his breath.

The arm of the man in the suit also splashed with blood, and the pistol fell down.

He rolled backwards twice with a muffled grunt, then quickly got up, covered his arms and ran away.

Ethan coughed twice, gritted his teeth and stood up with his hands, and chased after him.

The man in the suit ran faster and faster, and when he turned to the corner, he quickly got into a Cadillac, Ethan fired several shots at the car, and the rear tire was blown out, but the Cadillac still staggered away.

Ethan stopped and fell to one knee, cold sweat on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and took off his coat and shirt, and then removed the soft body armor inside, which was inlaid with a deformed warhead.

Fortunately, in addition to sleeping and working, I have developed the habit of wearing body armor at any time, otherwise it would be useless.

When I lifted my T-shirt, I saw a large bruise on my ribs.

He pressed the bruise with his hand, the stinging sensation was even more intense, and even his breathing was painful, and he didn't know if his ribs had been broken by the impact of the bullet.

"Ethan, what's going on?"

Daria also hurried over at this time and helped Ethan in her arms.

"I didn't know that he attacked me suddenly."

Ethan casually shook the pot, and then asked Daria to help take out the phone in her coat pocket and call Hood, but no one answered.

In desperation, he called Siobhan and Brock again.

It didn't take long for Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV police car to rush over, and Brock also arrived at the scene in his private car.

"What's the matter, weren't you still there just now..."

Brock stopped the car, pushed the door open and was about to ask, when he saw Siobhan standing next to Ethan, taking notes for him and Daria, and immediately closed his mouth.

After taking the transcript, Ethan asked Siobhan to take him to the Banshee Town Hospital.

At Ethan's request, Brock escorted Elia home with a depressed face, and he would have to come back later to deal with the scene.

Before getting into the car, Ethan took out his mobile phone and continued to call Hood, but there was still no answer.

After an examination at the Banshee Town Hospital, fortunately, the ribs were only cracked and not broken to the extent of breaking.

After the treatment, Ethan took analgesic medication and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Ethan woke up in a hospital bed, and Siobhan and Yi were sleeping soundly in the chair next to her, and the tiny fluff on her face could be seen in the sunlight.

Through the glass window, Emmett's thick shoulders could be seen, and he was guarding outside the hospital room.

Ethan tugged at the elastic chest strap on his body and sat up carefully.

Perhaps it is the treatment effect of the hospital and its own self-healing ability, after a night's rest, I no longer feel pain when breathing.

Although his ribs still felt uncomfortable, Ethan felt that he should be fine with normal activities, but he still couldn't try strenuous exercise.

At that moment, the door opened, and Hood walked in after Emmett.

"Why are you up?" Emmett hurriedly ran to Ethan's side, his shoulder still bandaged.

"It's okay, I'm much better."

Looking at the tiredness on his face, Ethan patted this partner on the back and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Emmett."

Emmett smiled innocently, "You're welcome, Siobhan and I take turns watching over you, besides, you weren't the same as you were guarding me outside the ward the night before, but I didn't expect you to come in too." ”

Hood took a step forward and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I turned off my phone last night." ”

Siobhan was also woken up by the noise in the room, and she rubbed her eyes and rolled over to her feet.

"Why are you here, Ethan, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm much better, Siobhan, Emmett, and I'd like to talk to the sheriff about something if it's convenient."

"Okay, you talk, let's go out first."

Emmetra walked out of the room with Siobhan, who had not yet woken up, and closed the door.

Hood leaned against the wall and asked with a solemn face: "What is the situation of this person who attacked you, the transcript just said that he suddenly attacked you, and then you opened fire on each other, and the suspect fled the scene in a car." ”

Ethan ignored Hood for now, he felt a little itchy in his throat.

He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his coat next to him, and handed them to Hood first.

"I haven't smoked in years, thank you." Hood waved his hand and refused.

Ethan withdrew his hand, took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, and as a puff of smoke came out, his whole body was relieved.

Looking at Hood through the smoke, this tough guy usually exudes a gloomy aura on his body, but now although his face is solemn, that gloomy aura is swept away, and the state of the whole person is different.

His fingers were still tapping lightly on the wall, as if the emotions he had been building up for years had been relaxed.

"I want to ask you a question, do you have any impression of a man with a black spider tattoo on his neck?"

As Ethan's voice rang out, Hood's fingers tapping on the wall stopped suddenly.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a dry voice, "Why do you ask this question, and what does it have to do with your current situation?" ”

"The man I shot with last night had a black spider tattoo on his neck and spoke with an accent, like a Ukrainian."

Ethan noticed that Hood's fingers were trembling slightly, and continued to speak unhurriedly:

"That guy came to Miles' restaurant at night to inquire about the police station and the sheriff, and as soon as he heard that I was a Shepherd town officer, we fought, I think the sheriff must know something I don't know, right?"

Hood's throat moved, he swallowed slowly, and said in a hard voice:

"Get me a cigarette, thank you."