After waiting anxiously for more than half an hour, the sound of the car door closing outside the house sounded.

Then heavy footsteps sounded, Ethan heard that the sound was wrong, and quickly put his hand behind his back, and the python revolver flashed.

The door was pushed open, and Hood appeared in the doorway.

Looking at Ethan's embarrassed appearance, he suddenly burst into laughter.

Ethan put the gun back into space, grabbed the pillow and threw it at him.

Hood grabbed the pillow and shoved it to the side, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"You two play slowly, I'm leaving."

Siobhan stood up from behind Hood with a pillow in her arms, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, he saw your car outside and had to come in and have a look."

Hood forced a smile under Ethan's murderous gaze and turned to leave, and soon the sound of the door being slammed shut sounded.

After Hood left, there was a silence in the room.

Siobhan sat on the edge of the bed with a pillow in his arms, looking at Ethan embarrassedly, not at all the murderous look he had left.

Her body was covered in dust, the corners of her mouth were swollen, and the knuckles of her hands were broken, and she looked like she had been in a fierce struggle.

"Are you alright?"

Ethan cleared his throat and broke the silence.

Siobhan clenched her fist, and there was a tingling pain on it, but she felt extremely happy in her heart.

"I feel good, better than ever."

Siobhan grinned lightly, his eyes determined as he spoke.

Being abused by Briss has always been a shadow in her heart, and the huge scar on her shoulder reminds her all the time of what she has been through.

After that, she chose to join the Banshee Town Police Department in order to allow herself to make some changes through a career change.

Now Siobhan has shattered this shadow with his own hands, and his heart is relieved.

"What about Briss? I hope you didn't actually smash his eggs, and you can't lose your work because of this garbage. ”

Ethan sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and continued to ask.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, I just broke the arm he hit me tonight."

Siobhan took a deep breath and said with a relieved expression.

Ethan nodded, not asking how things were handled.

Hood's ability to send Siobhan back means that things are within his control, don't underestimate a sheriff's authority and ability, and it's not impossible to force the FBI and these departments to fight the bull.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Siobhan asked apprehensively.

Ethan shook his head, since he knew that Siobhan had tortured him to avenge himself, he didn't have much of a problem.

Some hatreds need to be unraveled by one's own hands, and others can't help.

It's not a big deal to be seen by Hood, and I don't have this thing myself.

He shook his arm, and the handcuffs clanged against the bedpost.

"Hurry up and untie me, I'm thirsty."

Siobhan stuck out his tongue and quickly took out the key from his pocket and opened the handcuffs.

"By the way, how did you inform the sheriff?" She asked curiously.

Ethan had already prepared, tapped the phone in his trouser pocket, and then looked at Siobhan with a twinkle in his eyes.

She noticed Ethan's eyes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly stood up, trying to escape.

"I said, can you run away?"

Ethan's quick eyes quickened and he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, sending Siobhan to the bed.

She still wanted to get up, but was controlled by Ethan.

Siobhan exclaimed, feigned a struggle, and then stopped, looking at Ethan with a smile on her lips and saying:

"What do you want to do, do you know that you're attacking the town police?"

Ethan gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that you attacked me first, about this, we have even tied each other." ”

He lit up the handcuffs in his hand again, "I have revenge, I have revenge, you trapped me for more than half an hour just now, and now I can't lock you up for an hour." ”

Siobhan pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and obediently stretched out his hands.

Ethan smiled in satisfaction, then unceremoniously ran the handcuffs through the bedpost, cuffing both of her hands.

He moved his wrist and walked straight out of the living room.

Regardless of Siobhan's call, he found the bottle of red wine left over from last night, opened it slowly, and poured a puff directly into the bottle before lighting a cigarette in relief.

He went back to the bedroom and sat on the chair at the end of the bed, his legs crossed, the cigarette butt in his hand flickering and flickering.

Siobhan looked at Ethan's appearance, kicked his feet together, loosened his shoes, and then flicked them lightly, and the shoes hit the wall next to Ethan.

She grabbed the handcuffs and looked at Ethan defiantly.

"And then? Is it just handcuffing me? ”

Ethan stood up and grabbed her ankle, "Of course not, I couldn't do anything just now, I can't do anything now." ”

Siobhan's chest rose and fell sharply, biting his lip.

An hour later, Ethan walked out of the living room in a good mood and pulled out a can of beer from the fridge.

Fingers picked the tab, and with a "bang", the beer bubbles bubbled out, and he took a sip of it comfortably.

"Get me a bottle too."

Siobhan's hoarse voice came from the bedroom, and it was a little lazy.

"Wait a minute."

Ethan replied casually, then grabbed a can of beer and closed the refrigerator door.

He was about to go back to his bedroom when his footsteps stopped.

His eyes were drawn to what was hanging on the wall, and the corners of his mouth went up, grabbing Siobhan's town police uniform, and striding towards the room.

The next morning, Ethan stood up again energetically.

No way, Siobhan put his thigh on top of him.

"Are you awake?"

Siobhan moved his thighs slightly again and whispered.

He turned sideways, and Siobhan was winking at him, still wearing the shirt he had worn last night.

The dark blue town police shirt set off the skin even fairer, and Ethan took the cigarette from her mouth.

"Smoking is not good for your health."

He shook his head, spewing smoke.

"What time is it?"

Siobhan glanced at the alarm clock next to him, "It's still early, why don't we exercise again?" “

Ethan pressed the cigarette butt on the ashtray she handed over, nodded and said:

"Exercise is good for the body."

After another sweaty exercise, the two went to the bathroom to rinse together, and Siobhan noticed the scar on the back of Ethan's thigh and crouched down to help him check it.

"This is from last time? Your scar is not big, it can be repaired, I have a friend who works as a doctor in New York, do you need me to contact her? ”

The place where Martin was stabbed, although it is said that it has long been healed.

But the scar never dissipated, and Ethan didn't care much about it.

Now hearing Siobhan say this, he also became interested, so after taking a breath of cold air, he whispered:

"If it's not bothersome, you can help me contact her, hiss, look at some teeth."

After the two got tired of the bathroom for a while, they drove to the police station one after another.

A week later, Siobhan took a business card and handed it to Ethan, saying that he had made an appointment with him and could come at any time.

Ethan flipped through the business card, Mary Sebastian, with the phone number and address on the back.

There was nothing to do, Ethan simply took two days off and played a lap in New York by the way.

(End of chapter)