My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The floorboards creaked.

Ethan followed Harold into the room where they had just hidden, looking around curiously.

This place should have been the library's collection room before. It looked particularly empty, with a desk placed in the middle.

Several monitors formed a semicircle around the table.

Old-fashioned table lamps with green shades are scattered in every corner of the room. Perhaps because they want to be low-key, several other small light bulbs are placed very low, and the wires hang from the ceiling.

There are whiteboards erected around the office, some of which are empty.

And some. . .

Ethan's face darkened when he saw his own picture posted on it. His name, age, height and professional experience were also written next to the photo.

He posted a lot of people.

This is the first time that I have seen myself being studied. This feeling is quite unpleasant.

"Cough~"

Harold coughed lightly, limped to the whiteboard, took off the photo, and quickly put it behind him.

Even though he thought he was doing the right thing.

But after all, this is a country that pays great attention to personal privacy. He would still feel quite embarrassed if the person involved saw it. He did not expect the current situation, so he had no time to take down the information.

His eyes continued to shift and fell on Xiao.

She was sitting on the sofa next to her, with her feet on the small coffee table, looking at herself unkindly, and chewing gum in her mouth.

A Malinois was lying on her lap, its ears twitching slightly.

His eyes are also quite alert.

Smiling at this woman, his eyes fell on the wall next to her. There was a bulletin board filled with densely packed photos. In the middle of the two bulletin boards were layers of social security numbers.

The red strings pinned to the numbers extend into the photo.

Each rope corresponds to each photo. This red rope almost covers the two-meter-high bulletin board, which looks very visually impactful.

"Jesus."

Ethan walked over quickly and stood in front of the bulletin board. He looked around and said in surprise: "To be honest, at first I thought you were just crazy people with hot heads, but now I have a new perspective."

"I didn't expect you to save so many people!"

There are at least a hundred of the densely packed photos above, to a certain extent.

These three people are doing great good.

To be honest, for many law enforcement officers, being able to save the lives of three or five people during their entire career is already very good. Their results are better than those of many police departments.

The words of appreciation caused silence in the room.

This silence sent a chill down Ethan's spine, and he turned back with a stiff neck: "Please, don't tell me that this is a death list?"

"Um."

Harold sat back in the office chair, took a sip of coffee, and said with a complex expression: "These are all people who are involved in dangerous predicaments like you. Unfortunately, we are not supermen."

He forced out a smile and said with emotion:

"But since the help of Mr. Reese and Ms. Xiao, the growth rate of this list has slowed down a lot!"

Looking back at the bulletin board, Ethan looked shocked.

Men, women, old and young.

Photos of various ethnic groups were crumpled on the wall, and the dead smiling faces were overwhelmingly photographed towards him, making him take two steps back and take a breath of air.

This is a death list.

The people who could be posted were all dead!

"I do not understand."

Ethan took a deep breath and asked Harold puzzledly: "Why don't you cooperate with the New York Police Department? I believe they can do a lot more with their power."

"And the FBI?"

"If these are all premeditated, they can always get involved in the murder!"

I thought that someone's name would pop up occasionally, but I didn't expect it to be on such a scale. What three people can do is, to be honest, quite limited.

Just after hearing his words, Harold and Reese were a little confused.

Xiao, who was scratching the dog, also stopped.

"Mayor Morgan."

Harold raised his glasses and looked very confused: "Don't you understand what I just told you? Let me repeat it again. This is a national-level big data screening system."

"Mainly dealing with domestic terrorist attacks."

"I know!"

Ethan spread his hands and interrupted the other party: "Crime crimes against ordinary people will also be monitored, so the authorities..."

At this point, he stopped abruptly.

"you mean?"

Looking at Harold, he frowned: "Is this a top secret?"

Xiao next to him rolled his eyes. If this wasn't considered a secret, he didn't know what else could be.

Ethan quickly responded without the other party needing to answer.

This is not only a top secret, but an absolute secret that can kill people. The authorities monitor everyone's data, whether it is phone calls, emails, or social networks.

This is quite appalling.

Just now, I really didn't pay attention to it.

As long as word spreads, no matter what the purpose is, it will definitely cause an uproar. The American people will never tolerate such a thing.

The Prism Project back then caused a very fierce response.

What they are talking about now is simply an upgraded version of Prism, and the relevant departments will never allow this kind of thing to leak out. There is no doubt that it will lead to the resignation of high-level authorities.

Most importantly, it will also lose a powerful weapon against terrorists.

"etc."

He frowned and asked repeatedly: "This involves a huge amount of data, and the authorities don't know how much manpower and resources they have spent on it. How did you get access to it?"

"To tell the truth, if found out."

"I don't think any of you will survive!"

The three people had different expressions. Harold's eyes were firm, as if nothing could stop him.

Reese smiled faintly, and it seemed that he didn't take it to heart at all. Xiao still petted the dog as usual, and it seemed that she couldn't feel too many emotional fluctuations in her body.

Except for anger, of course.

This is a very strange team.

Because people who are completely strangers would rather put their own lives on the line, and they don’t know why. If they have such information and the authorities find out, they will definitely be hunted down or silenced.

In addition, because others cannot know about it, rescuing people or stopping others will also violate the law.

Therefore, they are also faced with pursuit by law enforcement officials.

"OK."

Seeing that Harold was unwilling to answer his question, Ethan shrugged and expressed understanding: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this matter."

The three people looked at each other, looking much more relaxed.

Being suddenly touched by a stranger in their home was something that had almost never happened before. They didn't know how to deal with it, but they had never thought of killing someone. Xiao just wanted to teach him a lesson. At worst, he would change places in the future.

"Let's get back to business, the gunmen who appeared in the nightclub."

He walked to the desk and picked up his mobile phone: "Is it possible that you just know one of the people?"

"Is such that."

Harold nodded and was about to say something.

"Wait a minute."

Ethan quickly walked to a whiteboard, raised his hand to point to a photo on it, and asked in surprise: "You know this guy, who is he? When did he die?"

On the whiteboard, there is a photo of a New York police officer.

It was the patrolman who cleared the way for the lone dealer last night. I didn't expect to see his photo here.

Why is this so dead! (End of chapter)