A few days later, Banshee Town Hospital.

Ethan clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Hood lying on the hospital bed.

A thick cast was put on Hood's arm, bandages were everywhere, and the wounds on his face were clearly visible.

"How's he recovering now?" Ethan asked

Candy walked over to the chair, sat down slowly, and said, "Very good, although the rabbit tossed him enough, but he is a tough guy, he will survive." ”

Ethan nodded, "What about you, what's the injury on your shoulder?" ”

"The doctor told me I would be discharged in a few days, and that I would have another drink with you then, and I hope that Jaber won't ruin my bar."

"Don't worry, Davis's Bar hasn't been open for this time, and Uncle Jabber is too lazy to serve those drunkards, and only after you go back, the bar's business can continue."

"I know without you saying it," Candy fiddled with the triangular bandage on her body, then looked at the sleeping Hood, "but it was all worth it. ”

"Alright, then you can get some rest." Ethan smiled and turned to leave.

After walking out of the ward, Ethan picked up the package that was placed outside the ward, and the redhead who was waiting outside the ward hurriedly followed.

After making two turns down the hallway, Ethan tossed the package in his hand to the redhead, who took the package, glanced at the ward number, and headed for the bathroom.

Ethan ignored her, knocked on the door, pushed it open and walked in.

"What are you doing secretly?"

"Don't scare me, what's wrong with Hood?"

Brock glared at him angrily, then bent back and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from the crack in the bedside table, lit the freshly extinguished cigarette with the lighter, and took a beautiful puff.

"It's already much better, and it shouldn't be long before I can be discharged from the hospital."

Ethan pushed open the window, and the fresh air was swept in by the breeze, taking away the smoke from the room.

"He's lucky, too, I don't know how Carly did it."

Brock smoked a cigarette and continued with a fluttering eyebrow, "and that's why we've attracted most of the firepower in front, and I tell you, if I hadn't been attacked and shot in the leg, I'd have hazed them, and I could have rushed in and killed them all." ”

"Yes, yes, you're right."

Either way, Brock's miraculous shot did save their lives, and Ethan let him brag about it.

"How's the situation at the police station now?"

"It's the same as before, that FBI agent Dean Xavier stares at us every day, and Emmett is almost annoyed to death, and now Siobhan can bear it."

Ethan picked up the apple next to him and quickly peeled it with a fruit knife.

"So what's the solution, who made these things happen to us."

Ethan's fingers flipped flexibly, the cold light flashed from time to time, Brock frowned, and couldn't help but say:

"Does my apple have a grudge against you? You have to plague it every time you come. ”

Ethan embarrassedly put down the fruit knife, and after some slashing by him, the apple was slimmed down a large circle.

"Hey, who allowed you to smoke in there?"

The door of the ward was pushed open, and the red-haired woman just now walked in in with a white coat at this time.

Brock choked on a cigarette in fright, coughed twice, and then pressed the cigarette out on the fruit tray next to him.

"I'm sorry, it's my first time."

"Do you think I'll believe it?" The redhead pulled the curtain on the side of the bed in her high heels, glanced at Ethan, and picked up the medical records that had been placed on the bed.

"How are you feeling today? Does the wound still hurt? A cold voice rang out.

"It's okay, I'm much better after taking the medicine."

Brock snorted and replied curtly.

The redhead put back the medical records, walked over to the bed, and said to Ethan, "Okay, you can help shake the bed up, I'm going to check on him." ”

Ethan nodded hurriedly, walked to the end of the bed, and slowly shook the head of the bed.

After Brock's position was comfortable, Ethan stopped what he was doing.

The redhead pulled the stethoscope from her arms and leaned over to Brock.

It was evident that the buttons of the white coat were not properly buttoned, and as she bent over, a deep ditch was revealed, and Brock turned her head in embarrassment, trying not to think of the black lace she had just seen.

Suddenly, Brock was shocked, and he quickly pressed the redhead's hand.

"I'm sorry, but I'm mistaken, I have a leg injury."

"That's right," the redhead in the white lab coat winked at him suspiciously, and Brock had to let go of his hand.

The next moment he let go, the stethoscope in the redhead's hand slid down like lightning.

Brock gasped and gave Ethan an embarrassed look.

Ethan finally couldn't help it, and immediately burst into laughter.

Brock was momentarily stunned and looked at the redhead with a puzzled expression, at which time the redhead also pulled out the stethoscope, smiled and took off her white coat, revealing the bunny girl outfit inside, and twisted her waist at him.

"You bastard." Brock's neck suddenly turned red, and he quickly grabbed two apples from the side and threw them at Ethan.

Ethan has a quick eye and quickly grabs the apple.

"Emma is new to the Sava Club, and it cost me a lot of money for her to come and dance for you, don't waste it, enjoy it."

After speaking, Ethan walked out of the ward with a smile and closed the door for Brock very intimately.

As he passed by the nurses' station, Ethan put the two apples in his hand on the platform and smiled brightly at the little nurse inside.

After walking out of the hospital, Ethan blocked out the harsh sunlight with his hands and sighed.

Since the outbreak of the abandoned metal factory incident, the person lying in the hospital has been comfortable, and he, Siobhan, Emmett, and several others have been punished by the boss.

FBI agent Dean Xavier was furious, claiming to be staring them to death, and even the tickets they issued would have to be double-checked.

While he was in a daze, Alma's voice came over the radio.

"Ethan, I received a report that several bodies were found in the forest on the outskirts of town, and Emmett has passed."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Ethan put down his radio and walked to the police car parked in front of him, his Victoria Crown had been repaired, and he had only gone to pick it up yesterday.

Driving to the forest on the outskirts of the town, Ethan saw several cars parked in front of him, and Ethan pulled over.

Walking down the dirt slope, Emmett was pulling the cordon, and someone from the forensic department of the county police department was taking pictures of the dirt pit next to it.

Ethan helped Emmetra with a guard belt and walked over on a thick leaf drop.

Inside the shallow earthen pit, there were three corpses, one of which had a large hole in the palm of his hand.

"I'm starting to like Banshee Town, it seems like there's always going on here."

As the teasing words fell, footsteps rang out, Ethan turned around, and Dean, dressed in a suit, carefully walked down the dirt slope.

Emmett took a step forward, stood in front of him, and said impatiently:

"How long are you going to supervise us?"