My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Quiet.

Extremely quiet.

I could only hear my heart beating.

Looking at the grids on the ceiling, Alonzo Quinn gave up the idea of ​​struggling. He didn't know where he was, he only knew that he was tied tightly and could not move.

And the posture is very awkward, with the feet high and the head low.

His breathing became heavy and he looked around nervously.

This is a large room with walls on three sides. I can't see behind my head. I don't know what the situation is.

"Hey!"

His chest heaved and he let out a roar.

The sound kept echoing.

But got no response.

He began to make calculations in his mind, but he didn't know why he suddenly came here, and he didn't know how long it had been. All of this made his heart sink.

The chief of staff said that he really didn't like this feeling of losing control.

"Click."

The sound of the door lock turning was heard.

This movement made his ears twitch violently.

Then came the sound of heavy footsteps again, step by step, slowly approaching him. The sound was like a drumstick, making his heart beat loudly.

"You woke up pretty quickly."

A voice approached with footsteps: "I thought you would sleep for a few more minutes."

"Where am I?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Quinn looked back awkwardly, with a trace of panic on his face: "Mayor Morgan, there is no conflict between us. What exactly do you want to do?"

While talking, Ethan came to his side.

"Boom~"

The bucket in his hand was placed on the ground, making a dull sound.

"hehe."

Looking at the chief of staff who was tied to the table with his head lowered and his feet lowered, Ethan smiled but said: "If there is no conflict, may I ask Mr. Quinn, how did you know about my position?"

"Well!"

Lao Hei opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Circumstances dictate.

In this situation that was completely unfavorable to him, even though he was as smart as he was, he couldn't help but say something stupid.

"Please."

Ethan leaned down happily again, took out the towel in the bucket and shook it: "We are all smart people, so there is no need to pretend to be stupid. You guys dare to put your hands into Banshee Town."

"Then it is out of politeness and necessity that I come to New York to say hello to you."

"What do you want?" Quinn looked resigned, his mind spinning rapidly: "Listen, I do know you, but these are normal business competitions."

"Why can't everyone cooperate?"

"What I said before is sincere. Only by working together can we achieve a win-win situation."

His words became faster and faster, and his lips flew: "I also know what you want to do. Is it right to develop a casino? I can promote the business proposal of New York City and attract a large number of gamblers and tourists to Banshee Town."

“Think about it, you know what I can do!!!”

"Snapped."

The wet towel smeared on his face, and his hurried words stopped abruptly.

"Woo~~~"

Lao Hei couldn't breathe smoothly and quickly shook his head.

What the hell.

I also want to win-win with myself.

Ethan glanced at this guy with disdain, then picked up the towel.

"Cough~~~"

Quinn coughed when the water hit his nose. He looked at the towel in the other person's hand in horror, thinking of an extremely terrifying torture method, and asked stammering: "What do you want to do?"

"hehe."

Ethan had a bright smile on his face and shook the towel in his hand: "I want to ask you a question, but before that I want to help you wash your face!"

"NO!"

Quinn's pupils shrank and her face looked frightened: "You don't need to wash your face, just ask, I will tell you everything I know."

There is no doubt that this is the legendary waterboarding.

Although he didn't know what it felt like, he swore to God that he had no interest in knowing at all. The face he looked at Ethan was extremely sincere, and he promised to answer all questions.

To put it bluntly, he is a politician.

Compromise is instinctive.

However, lying is also instinctive.

So Ethan smiled and raised his eyebrows, and slapped the towel on the other person's face again: "Chief of Staff, I don't believe a word that comes out of your mouth now."

"You'd better save some energy for yourself first."

Regardless of the other person’s struggles.

He lifted the bucket and poured it onto Quinn's towel-covered face.

The cold tap water poured down, quickly wetting the towel, and then splashed onto himself. The whistle sounded, and Ethan just fell down leisurely, as if he was playing some interesting game.

Wait until the heat is almost done, then lift off the towel.

The sound of sharp breathing echoed through the room.

In less than two seconds, he covered the towel again and continued pouring out the water in the bucket, repeating this process.

No howling, no punching.

All you need to do is control the pace and keep pouring water.

Relaxed and cozy.

The rapid breathing and choking sounds that made people feel suffocated were heard from time to time. Water splashed everywhere, and soon the floor of the room was wet in a large puddle.

After a while, a faint red color appeared on the towel.

Quinn also became incontinent.

The body showed signs of collapse and was constantly twitching.

The whistle stops.

Ethan put down the bucket, uncovered the towel, looked at Quinn, who had already collapsed, and whispered: "Tell me the name of the senator, or I will play with you for another half hour."

Let alone a politician.

Even well-trained agents may not be able to withstand this kind of behavior.

Quinn, who was in a daze, with snot and tears streaming down his face, told everything he knew. The feeling just now seemed to him like being in hell, and he really didn't want to experience it again.

Looking at Ethan’s eyes was like looking at a demon.

One question and one answer, communication was very fast.

Ethan repeatedly verified through some simple questions, and after confirming that the other party was not lying, he lit up the cigarette with satisfaction.

No matter what, I finally found the person behind it.

New York State's senior senator.

Mitchum.

The HR black police organization and the white supremacy organization are all tools used by that guy to make money, and Quinn is just the other party's operator.

"What do you want to do?"

Quinn coughed up blood and gasped, looking at Ethan: "There are some people you can't afford to offend. If I'm not mistaken, I'm in the FBI building now. Are you not afraid of being exposed when you do these things?"

After calming down.

He finally realized that the other party was not targeting him, but the person behind him.

Thinking of this, I shuddered.

The skills of these people, the ability to easily monitor stolen phone calls and the high degree of cooperation from the FBI, made the chief of staff imagine a terrifying force and couldn't help but struggle to the death.

"hehe."

Ethan grabbed the other person's chin and looked around with a smile: "I've already arrested you, what else can I not offend?"

"And, let me tell you the truth."

His eyes sparkled and he said sternly: "Senator Mitchum will not survive tonight. I will kill him soon!" (End of Chapter)