Walking out of Davis's bar, Ethan put on his sunglasses.

Today's sun was dazzling, and he looked at the end of the road and sighed.

Back in the car, there was still cold air inside, and sitting on the seat, it felt cold to the touch.

Igniting and gagging, the Victorian Crown slowly moved outward.

Holding the familiar steering wheel, he was also a little reluctant in his heart, but he still relented and stepped on the accelerator to drive forward.

As he passed the back door of the Banshee Town Hospital, Ethan slammed on the brakes.

At the exit of the morgue next to the back door, a familiar Rolls-Royce was parked, the door opened, and a cart was pushed out by two paramedics.

Above it was a long white body bag with the owner of a Rolls-Royce inside.

Under the sun's rays, the bag is white and dazzling.

Rebecca followed behind the paramedics, expressionless.

She was wearing a black dress, and her whole person looked extremely depressed.

Noticing the police car slowly passing outside, Rebecca looked up and saw that it was Ethan who was driving, and she nodded imperceptibly.

From Rebecca's eyes, Ethan saw endless sadness and stubbornness.

Borden followed behind Rebecca, just as he had followed Procott before, except that his whole body was more gloomy, exuding an air of no one entering.

It was only when he looked at Rebecca that a hint of warmth flashed in Borden's eyes.

Procott died, and he failed to protect him, and Borden was filled with guilt, and he poured all this guilt into Rebecca.

He vows to help Rebecca get everything Procott back and keep it up.

As if in this way, the torment in his heart can be eliminated.

Ethan nodded at Rebecca and stepped on the gas pedal to leave.

I returned to the parking lot outside the police station, and as soon as I stopped the car, a police car approached next to me.

Ethan stepped out of the car with a large bag and slammed the door shut.

As he walked inside, he asked:

"How are you adapting?"

Bunker smiled and straightened out the dark blue uniform on his body: "Thank you for your concern, so far, it's pretty good." ”

"That'll do."

Ethan patted Bunker on the shoulder: "Although you have also been a police officer, the environment is different in each place, ask Emmett for advice." ”

"Of course."

Bunker nodded, "Officer Jans taught me a lot. ”

"Just call me Emmett."

Emmett closed the passenger door, his shoulders bulging in a large circle, and he was still wrapped in bandages.

There is no way, almost everyone in the police station is injured now, and there is no way to rest longer.

After the police station was shut down for a day, it began to be almost full of people going to work with injuries.

However, after the incident a few days ago, the thugs in the entire Banshee Town all disappeared, and the Banshee Town Police Department played a majestic role in this hard battle.

No one wants to jump out at this time, especially after knowing that the hospital morgue is almost full.

Although they have been injured at work these days, their work has been extremely easy.

Walking into the police station, most of the place inside is empty.

All the objects destroyed in the shootout have been cleared out, and scaffolding has been erected everywhere, like a renovation site.

Where they used to work, a few tables were put together temporarily.

The things on it are stacked in a mess, there is no way, and now the conditions are limited, so it can only be like this.

Ethan didn't return to his seat and walked straight to the locker inside.

After a while, he walked out in civilian clothes.

It's work time, but he has changed into civilian clothes, and Hood was like this before, Emmett suddenly had a bad premonition and quickly stood up.

Ethan had spoken to Siobhan last night, so she just folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair to look at him steadily.

Bunker looked dazed and tightened his belt.

Emmett took a step forward and opened her mouth in bewilderment, but after all, she couldn't say anything, and her eyes were full of regret.

Ethan smiled at them and turned to walk into the sheriff's office.

The wooden door full of bullet holes had been torn down, and only a curtain had been hung on it, and the messy environment did not affect the mood of the new sergeant in the slightest.

Most of the stuff inside hadn't been damaged in the shootout, and the new sheriff, Brock, was sitting in a leather chair behind his desk, enjoying his coffee.

He had no idea that two days after Procott and Cheton died, Hood offered to resign.

The bright pie fell on his head like this, and the sheriff could only be succeeded by him, and another sheriff was parachuted, but not only Brock did not agree, but Siobhan and Emmett would also have an opinion.

Brock sat down in the sheriff's office and drank his coffee.

When he saw Ethan coming in, he hurriedly raised the cup in his hand:

"Would you like to have a drink, it tastes good."

After Hood left, Gordon was no longer stuck in the bureau's funds, and Brock himself had a good relationship with Gordon, and the first thing he did when he took office was to buy a high-end coffee machine and come back.

Seeing him like this, Ethan shook his head with a smile and pulled a chair over to sit down:

"It's time for you to exercise, be careful that your belly gets bigger."

"That's it." Brock pouted and put down his glass, "You see if they dare to talk to me like that." ”

Ethan didn't speak again, silently pulling out the badge from his pocket.

Brock was shocked by Ethan's outfit, gritted his teeth, and did not speak.

He put the badge in his hand and played with it for a while, then reluctantly pressed it onto the table and pushed it forward.

Brock pursed his lips and stared blankly at the silver badge.

The scene fell silent.

After a while, Brock touched his head and said helplessly, "Are you sure?" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Hood resigned, Ethan immediately followed.

If it weren't for the extra Bunker, the police station would immediately return to its original form and change back to the original appearance of three people.

Ethan shrugged: "Yes." ”

"Why?" Brock said angrily, "Is it because of the position of sheriff?" ”

"Don't overthink it." Ethan hurriedly waved his hand:

"It's my personal decision, you'll find out later."

"As for the sheriff, I believe that you will be a good sheriff, and you will definitely be a good sheriff."

Hearing that it was a personal reason, Brock couldn't say anything more.

He stood up and stretched out his arm: "It's my honor to have a game with your colleague, and if you have the opportunity, the Banshee Town Police Department welcomes you back at any time." ”

Ethan nodded heavily and squeezed his hand:

"Thanks, I'll remember."

He picked up the duty bag at his feet and handed it to Brock, with his gun and all the police equipment inside.

Brock patted the bag and sighed.

Ethan opened the bag, took out a cardboard box from inside, and walked outside.

Lifting the curtain of the door, Ethan smiled helplessly when he saw Emmett, a big and honest man, still standing in a daze.

(End of chapter)