My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The muzzle didn't move at all.

Ethan's eyes were firm, as if he would immediately shoot and kill someone if they disagreed.

It's normal for someone to seek revenge, but the appearance of these guys seems very abnormal. How did they get this kind of news in advance? You must find out about this, otherwise you will always feel unsure.

Therefore, intimidation is also necessary.

"You are being watched."

Harold swallowed and continued in a deep voice: "The authorities have a secret system that monitors any information at all times, including emails, phone calls, text messages, online social platforms, etc."

Seeing the other person's eyes narrowing, he quickly explained: "This is not just for you, almost everyone is being monitored."

"This system is mainly used to detect terrorist activities targeting the local area."

"Then what it can do is more than that."

Listening to these words, Ethan lowered his gun and waved to indicate that the other party should continue.

Seeing this, Harold breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his raised hands: "That system also monitors criminal activities against ordinary people, the kind that are premeditated."

"Victim, or perpetrator."

"However, the authorities considered the crimes to be irrelevant information and were concerned about exposing the existence of the surveillance system, so they decided to hide it."

"But I don't think so."

Adjusting his black-rimmed glasses, Harold said seriously: "When you know that some people are being murdered or will encounter some extreme difficulties, if there is a chance, let these people survive."

"What would you choose to do?"

At this point, he paused: "I chose to stand up and find ways to help."

Harold slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and opened it to Ethan: "Someone in the authorities has the same idea as me. He doesn't want to do nothing when he knows someone will die."

The man with glasses lowered his head slightly, avoiding Ethan's eyes: "That person provided me with information and told me what I can do."

"I think you should be able to recognize the numbers on this."

Hearing this, Ethan took a closer look.

His pupils shrank slightly. Of course he recognized it. It was clearly his social security number, which was like an ID number in the United States.

"Just a number?"

Looking at the note in the other person's hand, he asked in a deep voice.

"That's right."

Harold nodded quickly and continued to explain: "All we have is a number, so in order to provide help, we must conduct corresponding investigations, otherwise we can't do anything."

"how to say."

He swallowed and looked at the gun in Ethan's hand with a hint of panic in his eyes: "Before that, we need to confirm whether this is the perpetrator or the victim."

Okay!

This is interesting.

He only provided a social security number, but he didn’t even know what the other person was doing or what he was going through. He didn’t even know whether he was a murderer or was killed. This still needs to be investigated.

According to the other party's rhetoric.

The government's system detected abnormalities in the corresponding social security number.

Then someone sent the number to Harold, and the guy and his friends started investigating to see what kind of trouble the other person was going through.

Tracking and contact.

Confirm who the other person is.

The next decision is to stop or rescue it.

Of course, the two are usually one and the same. If the number given is confirmed to be the murderer, the victim can naturally be saved.

Judging from what he meant, it was impossible to name the person who provided the number.

"I understand." Ethan tapped his finger on the handle of the gun and asked playfully: "My information popped up in this number game. This is why you guys contacted me, right?"

"Ms. Xiao, this is too sad."

He smiled and said to the inside: "I thought it was my own charm that attracted you."

"hehe."

In the room on the right, a laughing voice sounded.

"Mayor Morgan."

When Harold heard this, he was so excited that he limped forward and said, "I don't understand what you mean, but this is definitely not a game. This is living life. We have saved many people's lives."

"And why aren't you surprised?"

"What's so surprising?" Ethan lowered his gun completely and shrugged, "Is it because the government has a department to monitor big data or is my life in danger? Both of these points are perfectly normal to me!"

One sentence made the old boy across from him choked to speech.

He forgot about it for a moment.

The guy in front of me didn't seem to care about the dangers that ordinary people faced.

Or maybe he is the dangerous person.

"Um."

Ethan pondered for a moment, nodded silently and said:

"If you are telling the truth, it seems that someone wants to kill me, and their plan was exposed under the big data you mentioned!"

"despite this."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the other person, warning lightly: "Mr. Harold, whether you are playing vigilante or Robin Hood, I respect your choice, but I hope you will stop investigating me."

"That seems to me to be an act of hostility, can we agree on that?"

"no problem."

Looking at his outstretched arm, Harold sighed softly and stepped forward to hold his hand: "Mayor Morgan, actually based on your law enforcement experience in Chicago, I can see that you are an upright person."

"I had to warn you again."

"The information we have obtained cannot be wrong. Given your past status, you must have been in some fatal danger."

Without letting go of his hand, the man with glasses said sincerely: "You need help, please let us help you. With your cooperation, we can investigate as soon as possible who sent the nightclub gunman."

"Besides, you're very safe with us!"

"are you sure?"

Ethan held his hand and smiled playfully: "Why do I feel unsafe? At least there are no external surveillance cameras."

In one sentence, Harold was extremely embarrassed.

There was an outsider standing in front of him, and two grenades were thrown on the ground. It was not convincing to say that he was safe.

"I don't trust surveillance."

He pursed his lips, and his eyes under his glasses were quite curious: "Mayor Morgan, how did you find me here? With the abilities of Mr. Reese and Ms. Xiao, you should not be able to follow them?"

The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward.

Xiao frowned and looked across, while Reese, who was wearing a long trench coat, shrugged, indicating that the problem was definitely not his own.

"You can hack my phone."

Ethan let go of his hand and said calmly: "Can't I locate my phone?"

"Don't you think you are the only hacker in the world?"

If I guessed correctly, this guy named Harold was in charge of technical support. After telling the answer, the other party suddenly understood and pushed up his glasses in embarrassment. (End of chapter)