Jackson hurriedly looked to the side, where Ethan was standing behind a pillar smoking a cigarette.

He was immediately relieved that Hood could not hand over his comrades as well.

Ethan noticed Jackson's gaze and glanced over, revealing his white teeth, startling him.

Two minutes passed quickly, and Hood shouted outside:

"Cheton."

"I'm here."

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you."

"I'm not going to give you a second chance to surrender."

"Cheton." Hood bit down on his cigarette and shouted again.

"Walter?"

Hood puffed out a puff of smoke: "If you can still find your little brother, why don't you go home to Falk yourself." ”

"Boom."

The roller shutter was kicked hard and made a loud noise.

The movement quickly died down, and hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

Knowing that an offensive would soon come, Procott fell down angrily and held his head in his hands.

It didn't take long for the room to become invisible with a bang.

"Shet, this sucks."

Panicked footsteps were heard in the dark room, and Brock shouted nervously:

"They cut off the power."

Ethan stepped forward briskly as he remembered his position, tucking his revolver into his waist as he pulled Glock out of his holster.

"Kata."

With a soft sound, the tactical flashlight above was turned on.

The pillar of light shone on Jackson's face, so close that he could see a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan sat down on the table and puffed a puff of smoke into Jackson's face.

Jackson stared at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, and a smile tugged at his mouth: "I want to find a flashlight." ”

"Okay, you can find it slowly."

Ethan grabbed Siobhan's key and stood up and walked to the side.

"Bastard."

Jackson cursed and pulled the tie back to the side of the detention chamber, and the light of the tactical flashlight flashed, revealing a swastika under his neck.

"Don't we have emergency lights?"

It was already terrible to be surrounded by dozens of gunmen, but now that it has lost its light, the dark environment can breed fear even more, Hood hurriedly asked.

"No, the town's budget didn't pass." Brock sighed:

"Thank you good friend, Gordon."

Since Gordon became mayor of the town, all the funds of the Banshee Town Police Department have been stuck, and if you can't pass it, you won't pass it.

Hood gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Procott muttered, "You're wasting your time, and Cheton will soon be able to think of a way to get in, and he'll eat you alive when the time comes." ”

"It's okay, you're with us." Hood hid behind a corner and shone a tactical flashlight on the roller shutter.

"I mean."

Procott slapped the ground angrily: "Let me out, I'd rather fight outside for my life than die here." ”

"I'm sorry, you're a suspect right now, that's where you should be."

Hood choked Proctor with a single word.

"Basement."

Brock wiped the sweat from his face: "There is a backup generator in the basement, and even if the power supply cannot be fully restored, it is much better than now." ”

"I'll go."

Ethan nodded, holding Glock and walking back.

"Ask Emmett, he knows where." Brock's voice was still coming from behind.

Ethan walked down the steps next to the small range, and the light of the tactical flashlight pierced the darkness, attracting the attention of those below.

The basement of the police station is used to store miscellaneous items, and Ethan rarely goes underneath.

In the past, it was supposed to be used to store car parts, separated by several places, and on the other side was the passage, where the emergency exit of the police station was located.

"Who is it?"

Siobhan's voice rang out vigilantly.

"It's me, Ethan."

It was even darker below, with only the light of Siobhan's tactical flashlight.

Ethan glanced around and saw District Attorneys Alison Madin and Alma, along with three civilians who had come to the police station on an errand, sitting in the corner.

Seeing the frightened expressions on their faces, Ethan hurriedly comforted:

"Don't worry, the people outside cut off the power and just want to scare us, don't be afraid."

"We're okay." Siobhan replied to him and stepped forward:

"Is there anything Hood can do now?"

"For now, what about Emmett?"

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Ethan reached out and hugged her, rubbing his palms up and down Siobhan's back a few times, allowing her tense body to relax.

"Next to the passage."

Siobhan was shy for a while, and reached out to push him away: "I'll go with you." ”

Walking more than ten meters to the side, Ethan greeted in advance:

"I'm Ethan, don't be nervous."

Coming to the side of the passage, wooden chests were piled up on both sides of the wall.

Emmett and Bunker stood on the left and right, their shotguns resting on the wooden crate, their expressions focused.

The two men didn't communicate much, their eyes glued to the emergency entrance and exit less than ten meters ahead.

Hearing Ethan's voice, they didn't look back.

"Is there any movement?"

Ethan stood next to Bunker and looked ahead, the light of the street lamp shining on the glass of the wooden door, a pale yellow.

Bunker glanced at him with the back of his eyes, "Not yet, sir. ”

"Don't call me that."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "We are colleagues now, relax." ”

"Okay."

Bunker shifted his shoulders, but didn't let his guard down.

"Brock says there's a backup generator down there." Ethan looked at Emmett.

"That's right."

"Let's go, we need light now."

Amy nodded and put away his shotgun, and Siobhan quickly took his place.

The two walked back together to a cubicle.

Emmett tucked the shotgun behind her back and reached for a piece of felt cloth to reveal a generator underneath.

Ethan lit him, and Emmett connected the wires and pulled the cable next to the engine.

After a few pulls, the generator rumbled and vibrate

The incandescent light on his head flickered a few times, emitting an unstable light, a little dimmer than usual, but better than nothing.

"Alright."

Emmett breathed a sigh of relief and took the gun to his hand: "How is your situation above?" ”

"It's fine so far."

After a few words with Emmett, he didn't linger much.

There are only two people on it now, and it's easy to go wrong.

Back in the hall, the lights flickered on and off with the generator, but it was much better than before.

Hood and Brock crouched in the corner, one after the other, and Ethan hurried back to stand behind the post.

Now only a few minutes have passed, and even if the county police receive a call from passers-by, it will take half an hour to come at the earliest.

"That's not right."

Brock looked at the roller shutter and muttered, "It's too quiet outside." ”

"Please, don't say anything like that."

Ethan patted his head, and before the words fell, the gunfire rang out immediately.

(End of chapter)