Reincarnated in Banshee Town

The man in the suit, his eyes injected with blood, looked like a mad wild beast. He growled, and instead of backing down from the blow, he launched himself forward with overwhelming force. His heavy and solid body crashed into Ethan, knocking him back with a brutal impact.
The restaurant's chairs and tables were overturned on its way, the sound of wood chipping and metal writhing filling the air. Ethan felt the world revolve around him, but he refused to lose control. As he fell, his mind worked at full speed, seeking any advantage.
The man in the suit took advantage of the moment of confusion and grabbed him tightly, pushing with all his weight to crush him. Unprepared for the onslaught, Ethan was led with unstoppable force to the restaurant wall. His back collided with the hard surface, air escaping from his lungs in a suffocated gasp.
But Ethan was not willing to give up. Despite the burning pain in his shoulder, he raised the arm that still held the fork. With desperate precision, he aimed at the throbbing blood vessels in the man's neck in the suit and, in full force, stabbed him. The tip of the fork penetrated the meat, the metal tearing the skin and sinking into the muscle.
The man in the suit screamed in pain, a guttural sound that echoed on the walls of the restaurant. He staggered, but did not release Ethan, his hand clinging with almost inhuman force. The momentum of the fight did not diminish, and both men, entangled in combat, crashed into a nearby table, knocking it down in the process.
At that moment, Daria, who had been in the kitchen preparing the smoothie, heard the noise of the fight and ran away. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the scene before her: the tables overturned, the blood staining the ground, and the two men fiercely fighting for her life.
With a cry of surprise, he dropped the cup in his hand. The smoothie spread across the floor, splashing the white tiles with pink. She covered her mouth with both hands, terrified, but unable to look away.
Ethan and the man in the suit, still entangled in their violent combat, stumbled toward the huge glass window facing the street. The force of their fight was unstoppable, and in an instant, both bodies crashed into the glass with a deafening roar.
The impact echoed throughout the restaurant. The window, unable to withstand the pressure, broke into a thousand pieces with a strong "bang", sending shards of glass flying in all directions. Ethan and the man in the suit fell into the street, engulfed in a shower of bright shrapnel.
They rolled across the pavement, both covered in cuts and bruises, their bodies bruised by the intensity of the fight. The night air was impregnated with tension, the sound of his agitated breathing and the creaking of glass under their bodies.
—Unhappy, I'm going to kill you —Ethan looked annoyingly at the stainless steel fork that had fallen to one side and quickly pulled the officially used Glock 17 from his waist.
He was about to shoot when he noticed that the man in the suit was also looking for his weapon with his hand hand.
Under the death threat, they both reacted in an instant. Ethan lunged to the left as the man in the suit rolled to the right. Both sought coverage at the same time, sliding through the cars in the parking lot.
The movements were rapid, each protecting himself after anything that offered a respite from enemy fire. As they drifted apart, the weapons in their hands came to life, firing in fast bursts. The bullets went through the air, hitting walls. Sparks and fragments flew around him, as both men moved.
Ethan kept shooting, when he suddenly felt his exposed arm burn. A bullet had grazed his shoulder. The body's natural reaction caused him to take cover completely, the man in the suit quickly took the opportunity to run down the alley.
Ethan clenched his teeth, leaned on the floor with his hands to get up and go after him.
The guy turned the corner, quickly got into a car to run away. Ethan fired several shots at the car and the rear tires exploded, but the Cadillac still managed to get away, albeit uncontrollably.
Ethan stopped, touching his shoulder, with cold sweat on his forehead. He clenched his teeth, took off his coat and shirt, and then stripped off the bulletproof vest underneath, finding a deformed warhead embedded in the fabric.
Raising his shirt, he saw a large bruise on his ribs, soon noticed a fragment of glass embedded in his skin. With a serious face, he took a breath and carefully removed it. The stinging sensation intensified when the glass was removed, leaving a trail of blood on his palm. Although the pain was bearable, without being sure how deep the wound was, he had to remove it so that his regeneration could help him.
—Ethan, what happened? —Daria ran up at that moment and hurried to hold Ethan.
—I don't know, he suddenly attacked me —I exclaim, then asked Daria to help him get the cell phone out of his coat pocket and called Hood, but no one answered.
Desperate, he called Siobhan and Brock again.
Before long, Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV police car quickly approached, and Brock also arrived at the scene in his private car.
— What's going on? You weren't in the club a while ago, as you ended up like this. —Brock stopped the car and opened the door. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Siobhan standing next to Ethan-
After finishing Ethan and Daria's statement, Ethan asked Siobhan to take him to the Hospital, his wound would take time to heal but he had to sew it and ask for some pain relievers.
At Ethan's request, Brock accompanied Daria home, with a depressed expression on her face, and then would return to take care of the scene.
Before getting in the car, Ethan pulled out his cell phone and continued calling Hood, but no one answered.
After being examined at the Hospital, fortunately, Ethan's ribs were only bruised, not broken. They sewed his wound, fortunately it was not very deep, and only a couple of points were enough.
After treatment, Ethan took pain relievers and fell asleep in the hospital. He would spend the night under observation at Siobhan's insistence.
Early the next morning, Ethan woke up lying on the hospital bed. Siobhan slept soundly in the chair next to him. In the sunlight, you could still see the fine hair falling softly from her face.
Out the window he could see Emmett's broad shoulders, apparently both had been watching outside the room all night. Ethan checked the bandage on his body, and sat down carefully.
Perhaps it was due to hospital treatment and his own regenerative ability, but after a night of rest, he no longer felt pain when breathing.
Although he was still experiencing some discomfort, in a couple of days he might be fit again, Ethan believed that he should be fine to perform normal activities, although he still couldn't try strenuous exercise.
At that moment, the door opened and Hood entered, followed by Emmett.
— Are you already awake? —Emmett ran quickly to Ethan's side, his shoulder still bandaged.

—I'm fine, it was just a couple of scratches. The other was worse.
Seeing the expression of tiredness on his face, Ethan clapped his partner on the back and said gratefully:
—Thanks, Emmett.
Emmett smiled honestly.
—You're welcome. Siobhan and I take turns taking care of you. 
Hood stepped forward and said in an apologetic tone:
—I'm so sorry. I turned off my phone last night.
Siobhan also woke up to the noise in the room at that time. He rubbed his eyes and got up to stand up.
— How are you feeling, Ethan?
—I am much better now. Siobhan, Emmett, if possible, I'd like to speak to the Sheriff about something.
—Okay you can talk, we will go for a coffee. —Emmett took Siobhan, who still seemed sleepy, out of the room and closed the door.
Hood leaned against the wall and asked solemnly:
— Do you remember anything else about the person who attacked you? The record simply says that he suddenly attacked you inside the cafe, exchanged shots, and the suspect walked away from the scene.
Ethan ignored Hood. His throat was a little dry and itchy. I take some water from the table next to him and he drank a little, to moisten it
—The man I fought with last night had a black spider tattoo on his neck and spoke with a Russian accent or somewhere in Eastern Europe.
Ethan noticed that Hood's fingers were shaking slightly and continued to speak calmly.
—That man came to the Miles restaurant at night to ask about the police station and the Sheriff. As soon as he found out that I was the police officer, he pounced on me and we started fighting. I think, Sheriff, you should know something that I don't know, because it came for me if not for you Chief Hood.
Hood's walnut moved, swallowed slowly, and said in a loud voice — Can I trust you?
—That depends on you, but I know how to close your mouth. — Ethan replied.
While Hood was silent, Ethan saw the nurse coming from afar. 
—Mister Morgan, how you feel. You shouldn't be sitting.
Ethan quickly straightened up and looked at his appearance. The nurse's tone became gentle.
— Why are you up? You should be at rest for at least two or three days.
—I'm fine, I don't need to stay here. Can you help me discharge from the hospital?
—No, you still cannot be discharged from the hospital.
— How about you call the doctor to check me out? In addition, I will sign any document necessary to release the hospital from responsibility.
Seeing Ethan's serious and beautiful face, the nurse sighed to herself. Sometimes young people could be so stubborn.
—You have to be careful. I will look for the doctor, so that he can discharge. —sighed, turned around, and left the room.
—Tea in the Sugar Bar at night. I will give you some answers. —Hood said angrily and left hastily.
After the exam, although the doctor was very surprised by his speed of recovery, he gave him some pain relievers and a warning before discharge from the hospital, so that in a week he would return to a follow-up check-up and keep rest during that time.
 Ethan was, accompanied by Siobhan. She would take him to find his car at Milles' restaurant, at the place they found Lotus who was surprised to see them there.
—Ethan, are you sure you're okay? Maybe you could stay a little longer
Brock held a report and looked at Ethan in surprise.
—I feel much better. By the way, is there any new clues about the man last night?
—A search warrant has been issued at the state level. But there is still no news. You don't need to be in such a hurry to return. You can take a couple of days to get naked.
—I know. I just go back to get my car. 
After saying goodbye to Brock and the others, Ethan left the police station. The Dodge Challenger was still parked on the corner of the restaurant.
He walked around the car while checking the body. Fortunately, last night he was not hit by a stray bullet, otherwise his heart would break.
Ethan closed the car door, touched the injured area around his waist and ribs, his eyes turned fierce, that damn was going to pay dearly to try to murder him, and if he had to join Hood on the hunt he would do it with pleasure So now I had to make a deal with him and let him give himself away like an impostor.
After returning home and taking a shower, Ethan rested for a while and, seeing that the weather was almost up, drove to the Sugar Bar.
Opening the bar door, Sugar was quietly cleaning the bar. Job was also inside, sitting in the chair next to him, having a cocktail while carefully checking his Laptop.
When Job heard someone enter, he quickly closed the laptop in front of him.
—Ethan, how are you feeling? Listen to what happened last night, I'm glad you're fine boy.
Seeing Ethan nod, Candy, hesitant, grabbed the towel in his hand.
—I'm so sorry, today we are closed.
—Hood quoted me here.
Ethan knew they were all in the same group, so after saying a word, he walked straight to the bar and pulled out a chair to sit on.
—Two beers.
Candy had no choice but to put the beer bottles in front of him. Ethan pushed one of them away, took one, and drank it half at once. The slightly bitter taste surprised him.
—Now we are at hand.- I exclaim sliding the bottle through the bar.
Seeing that Job did not move, he did not say more, he just shook his head and smiled, smoothed his black wig and took the bottle of beer.
— Do you know each other? —Sugar asked curiously, still slowly cleaning the bar counter with his hands.
—The second time we meet, save the change.- he said by placing a 20 dollar bill on the bar.
After Ethan replied, he lit his cigarette and the bar was silent again.
Soon, someone reopened the bar door, this time it was Hood.
He walked to the bar and sat solemnly, sitting in a row with Ethan and Job. Seeing Hood's serious gaze, Sugar left what he was doing.
Hood rubbed his hands and said in a hoarse voice. — The man who attacked you last night with a black spider tattoo on his neck is called Olek. He is a member of a criminal organization in New York.
—WTF, are you serious? That bastard made me blow up my hair salon.
As soon as he finished speaking, Job felt as if he had said something he shouldn't have said and quickly closed his mouth.
Ethan nodded silently and continued taking a sip of beer, without commenting at the moment.
—They are involved in all kinds of dirty business, theft, human trafficking, drugs, extortion and whatever you can imagine —Hood pressed his hand on the table and continued talking to Ethan and Sugar — 
—Their leader's name is Igor Rabitov or better known as Mr. Rabbit. We have a pending issue between the two of us, that was the reason why Olek was here and most likely he will return and he will not do it alone.
Candy got up and asked slowly:
— How dangerous is this Rabbit you are talking about?
—Rabbit has the ability and the will to kill us all, if he so desires, that guy is deranged —Job saw Hood say something else. He threw the wig on the table and picked up the beer bottle, clearly concerned.
Sugar looked Hood in the eye and continued asking.
—So what are you going to do?
Hood replied in a deep voice:
—I want to stay here.
— Are you stupid? What we both have to do is run away from this place. As far as we can from Rabbit right time.
Hood held Job's hand
—I can't go. It was my fault that drew them here. If I go, what will happen to Carrie? What will happen to your family?
— I don't give a damn about her, I don't think she's going to kill her own daughter?
—Also, Carrie didn't sell you to Rabbit, she made a deal with him, your life for hers. If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead. Have you forgotten?
—Carrie she doesn't ...
When Hood mentioned Carrie, her words stopped, her face quickly softened
—Damn, you took it right? I knew that woman was going to kill you. — Job took a sip of angry beer.
— Who you really are Hood, it would be difficult for an Oregon police sergeant to interact with criminal organizations in New York —Ethan played with the beer bottle and calmly said — And how could you meet the prosecutor's wife district. This is getting suspicious. — Ethan slowly held with his hand the glock that was slashed in his dimension.