Reincarnated in Banshee Town

After eating the crispy peach pie, Ethan followed the scent to another location, desserts were not his thing, but he couldn't miss out on flirting with a cardigan.
Looking at the burgers frying in front of him, Ethan suddenly felt that the apple pie he had just eaten was nothing by comparison.
—Ethan, how about a hamburger?
—Okay, a double burger, with cheese and extra bacon.
Ethan replied unconsciously, turned around and saw Proctor behind him.
— Is it yours?
Ethan took the burger and handed him the staff and pointed to the position.
—Of course, as a merchant in this city, I really enjoy participating in local celebrations. During these two days, all products sold by Proctor's slaughterin will have a 20% discount.
—I hope you like the hamburger. —Proctor winked at him.
Ethan took a bite out of the thick burger. The charcoal-roasted meat was fragrant, full of fresh cheese and vegetables, and the bread was soft. He nodded repeatedly as he ate it, after which they separated, Ethan was on duty so he went on and walked through the stalls, he also saw the Davis Bar Sugar stall on the road, but they were not at the post.
Crossing a street, he saw Siobhan standing on the corner, giving directions to several tourists.
He crumpled the paper bag into a ball, threw it in the trash, bought two bottles of apple juice at the next post, and walked to Siobhan, who was across the street.
Siobhan smiled at Ethan and turned to one side without realizing it. Suddenly, her expression changed, Ethan felt something was wrong and quickly threw away the apple juice.
— Police, lower the gun! —Siobhan's voice was heard, followed by a shot.
Hearing the shot, Ethan quickly pulled the Glock from his waist to start running across the street.
Around the corner, Siobhan was stunned, holding a pistol with both hands and pointing toward an alley. At the end of the street, a member of a motorcycle gang with glasses and a leather jacket looked at her viciously.
— Siobhan, be careful! Police, stop and don't move!
Ethan screamed and chased him quickly, but the distance was too great. When he reached the end of the street, several Harley-Davidson motorcycles accelerated madly, quickly fled the scene.
Seeing that they had escaped, Ethan reluctantly put the Glock back in its holster with Siobhan. In the alley, Sugar lay motionless in a pool of blood. Carrie looked solemnly and carefully inspected the wound on her head.
Next to them, a motorcyclist with long hair and flowery arms wearing a leather jacket lay with his head on the ground, his eyes staring at the grayish blue sky, and blood still flowed from the hole in his head made by a shot.
—Alma, there was a shooting. One person died and another was injured. Request an ambulance immediately —Ethan quickly notified Alma of the location of the crime by radio. Siobhan next to him squeezed his pistol with a nervous expression on his face and looked towards the entrance to the alley from time to time.
—Okay, Siobhan, relax, give me the gun first.
—I saw some motorcyclists get out of here. When they arrived, Sugar had fallen to the ground. The man had cornered Mrs. Hopewell and had a gun in his hand. I had to shoot.
Siobhan stuttered, pointing to the motorcycle gang on the ground, then released him and let Ethan take the gun from him. Ethan took Siobhan's gun and discovered that the handle of the gun was wet with sweat.
First she let Siobhan calm down on her own and walked alongside Carrie.
Carrie looked at him and then said uneasily:
—Sugar got hit in the head, I don't know if it's serious.
—Don't worry, I called an ambulance. It will arrive soon. Mrs. Hopewell, are you hurt? Can you tell me what happened?
—I'm fine. I went back to the car to find a respirator for my son. A gang of motorcyclists surrounded me and took me hostage to the alley.
—Sugar was passing by, he tried to save me. After shooting down two motorcyclists, he was attacked by another man with a wooden stick from behind. And you know the rest.
—Okay, well, I'll report to Prosecutor Gordon and you can rest.
After making sure Carrie was fine and Sugar's vital signs were basically stable, Ethan returned to Siobhan's side when he saw that his mood had calmed down a lot and returned the gun to him.
Siobhan put the gun back in the holster, looked at the body lying on the ground next to him, and said with complicated emotions:
—I warned him, but he did not decide to lower the gun.
Ethan saw something wrong with his expression, so he pulled it out of the alley:
—Listen to me, this man is trying to attack a woman with a gun in his hand. I would have done the same. You did the right thing even if you don't believe it.
Soon after, people from the ambulance and the Banshee Town Police Department came to the scene. Fortunately, Sugar regained consciousness quickly, but still needed to go to the hospital for observation.
— Do you know these people? —Ethan looked at Hood, who came in hastily and asked Brock.
—Yes, a local motorcycle gang has a criminal record.
—They generally roam several nearby towns —Brock put the white cloth back on the body —. Occasionally, we will catch one or two when they get drunk and causing trouble.
— How can I find them? —Hood approached angrily.
—If you are referring to how we should find them, we can return to the police station to issue a search notice nationwide and ask several nearby police stations to help us pay attention to the information.
Brock shook his head and said:
—But by the time there is news, they may have fled to Pittsburgh or left Pennsylvania.
After Hood comforted Siobhan with a few words, he looked out of the alley with a complicated expression, where Carrie, Gordon, and the two children were hugging.
He patted Brock on the shoulder with his arm.
—If you have any news let me know. I will go first.
—Ethan, send Siobhan to rest and Emmett will cover them until you return.
Brock applauded and said:
—I will return to the police station immediately and issue a national order; otherwise those bastards will run away.
After sending Siobhan home, Ethan stopped fishing and intensified patrols. Unfortunately, he did not know where the group of people was hiding and there was no harvest.
The next day, Ethan knew that the motorcycle gang would definitely return in search of revenge. After the others left, he did not go out on patrol and stayed with Siobhan at the police station.
— How did you feel after killing Cole the last time? —Siobhan asked without raising his head, completing the accident report.
—Well, I feel a little nauseous at first, and a emptiness in my chest.
Ethan told part of the truth and felt more excited in his heart. He did not mean this, otherwise others would think he was a maniac.
— You know what? Although I have worked longer than you, this is the first time I have shot someone.
Siobhan raised his head and looked at Ethan with pursed lips.
—Yesterday I couldn't sleep. The scene at that moment always appeared in front of me.
—I was holding a gun and you had no choice.
—I know —Siobhan said without understanding, and then he lowered his head.
Ethan simply sat at his table.
—For some people, killing is not an easy thing, but don't doubt this. Think of Carrie and Sugar, you saved both of their lives.
—Don't worry, I'll be fine —Siobhan nodded and smiled at him.
Ethan stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom, but saw the member of the motorcycle gang with glasses standing outside the police station window, looking at them coldly.
— Siobhan, outside. —Ethan pulled out his gun and pointed to the clamp outside the station
When he chased him out of the police station, the man with the glasses had already left in his Harley.
— Damn, that son of a bitch ruined our tires.
Ethan only knew that this gang of motorcyclists would return in search of revenge, but he did not know when they would come. He did not like this passive feeling very much.
Ethan forcefully pulled out the dagger stuck in the Crown Victoria tire and the sun shone on the blade, emitting intense light.
As the two changed tires, Hood and Emmett returned to the police station.
— What happened? —Hood got out of the car surprised. It was rare for two police cars to have flat tires at the same time.
Ethan threw the dagger next to him, at Hood's feet, making a crisp sound of metal hitting the sidewalk.
—As you can see, the motorcyclists did not flee, but returned in search of revenge.
—We only saw one of them appear —Siobhan dried his sweat and continued to turn the cross tire wrench in his hand to tighten the screws.
Hood took the dagger, looked at Emmett in the car and said:
— Where do you think they might be hidden?
—I don't know, but I'm going to find out.
With a solemn look on his face, Emmett started the vehicle. This was a provocation for the Banshee Town Police Department and they must respond.
—Wait a minute, I'll go with you —Siobhan threw the tire wrench in the box, put on her coat and looked angry.
—This is not a good idea. You know they come for you —Hood tried to stop them.
—So I can't just wait at the police station. Also, I am the only place among us. I am more familiar with the environment than you.
—Okay, Ethan, Brock and I will keep order at the carnival and keep in touch —Hood saw that Siobhan had gotten in the car and I am not trying to stop her again.
Ethan knew that the motorcycle gang would go to the Festival to cause trouble, but Siobhan would be safer elsewhere. He asked Emmett to be careful and continued to change the tire.
After changing the tire, Ethan called Hood and the two headed to the Banshee Festival venue.
Parking the police car in the most visible place on the street, Hood leaned against the front of the car and looked around. After Ethan greeted him, he got lost in the crowd.
After buying a bunch of roasted chicken wings, Ethan leaned against the railing and ate one bite at a time. Across the street, Brock was also standing in the crowd, holding a large box of popcorn, and occasionally grabbing a handful and throwing them in his mouth.
At that time, a procession of Indians dressed in traditional costumes and feathers approached from afar, playing leather drums.
Many of them held a long bamboo stick in their hands. A doll with a long white dress and long black hair hung from the bamboo stick. The Indians jumped and sang to the rhythm of the leather drum. They also danced in the wind.
Without looking at the parade, Ethan ate the chicken wings in two bites, without losing any details of the street surroundings, he couldn't know where those motorcycle gangs would come from.
The parade got closer and closer to him, and the messy sound of the leather drum bored him greatly. Suddenly, several screams came from a distance, followed by the roar of several motorcycles.
The screams grew louder and louder and protesters and spectators fled in terror. Seven or eight Harley-Davidson motorcycles rushed into the crowd, hitting them all with sticks they held in their hands.
Seeing this, Ethan pressed down the railing and jumped, turned around, and jumped.
There are too many people to shoot as it is easy to cause accidental injury.
Ethan put his gun back in the holster as he watched the crazy gang of bikers come and go through the crowd waving sticks.
With an exclamation, Ethan quickly stepped forward and grabbed his necklace with his fingers. The red-haired woman in a white shirt watched in horror as a wooden stick passed her eyes with a strong wind.
— Jenny? Go and hide behind —looking at Mrs. Kendall trembling in her arms, Ethan loosened his belt and hugged her against the railing with both hands.
The scene was so chaotic that Ethan took a deep breath, grabbed onto the railing, and climbed into the garbage can.
Not far away, an orange Harley was driving in her direction. The bald rider with a sinister face laughed fiercely. He grabbed a woman by the hair with one hand and dragged her across the floor.
The dragged woman let out a shrill scream and grabbed her hair with both hands, trying to free herself.
Hood was chasing him from a distance. Just as he was running hard, a motorcycle appeared behind him with a grimace on his lips. The man in glasses sped up and switched past Hood, sweeping toward him.
Hood was hit hard on the head and fell to the ground.
Ethan jumped out of the trash can, crouched down, and quickly faced the orange Harley running toward him.
As the screaming got closer and closer, he took the opportunity to jump from one side to pull the motorcyclist to a fruit stand. The orange Harley lost control and hit the fruit stand. Red apples rolled everywhere.
The woman who was being dragged finally came out of her situation. He lay on the ground with his head in his hands in fear, not daring to move.
In a panic, Ethan was elbowed hard in the chest. After moaning, he turned around and hit the gang member hard in the face, and several teeth flew followed by a river of blood.
The bald man struggled to get up, but Ethan gave him no chance. He grabbed her head with strong hands and crashed her to the ground several times. until I am unconscious.
After handcuffing the bald man, he quickly ran to see the woman being dragged.
The woman held his head and breathed quickly. As soon as Ethan's hand touched her shoulder, the woman began to tremble completely, and only the clothes on her body looked worn, the exposed skin dripped blood, and there were wounds everywhere caused by the drag on the concrete floor. .
Ethan sighed, took off his coat twice, and put it on his body.
The roar of the Harley gradually faded at that moment, leaving a disaster, the stalls were destroyed, there were screams of people attacked everywhere, and the scene of the celebration was completely destroyed.
Not far away, Brock, his face livid, approached escorting a gang member. Fortunately, he and Brock caught two of them, would use them to interrogate them, and find out where the others were.
Otherwise, the Banshee Town Police Department will now be in big trouble.
After all matters were resolved, everyone returned to the police station.
—Brock, you and Emmett go to the hospital and question the two captured motorcyclists to see if there is any useful information.
Hood held the ice pack over his head and continued to give orders.
—Ethan, accompany Siobhan home.
—For heaven's sake, I'm a police officer with a gun and I know what to do if something happens.
Since he was not at the scene when the incident occurred, he felt he could not help. I was already very upset. When Siobhan heard Hood say this again, his entire body felt as if a thorn had exploded.
—Well, you're right, but Ethan will still accompany you for security. That's an order. —Hood had a tough attitude.
Ethan nodded, packed his things, and was about to leave with Siobhan when Hood grabbed him by the arm and whispered:
—Those motorcycle gangs that have made so much noise will definitely not let it go. You have to watch Siobhan. She is the main target.
—Don't worry, I know. I'll stay and watch her tonight.