My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The rapid breathing just now stopped suddenly.

The words that came out of Ethan's mouth were actually very low, but to Quinn's ears it was as deafening as a grenade explosion, and he forgot to breathe for a moment.

"You should thank Detective Carter."

Ethan had a faint smile on his face: "If she hadn't needed you to destroy the HR organization, I would have found an opportunity to kill you just now. She helped you save your life. Thank you for that."

"Fuck Fuck."

When the chief of staff heard this, his face turned as dark as pot ashes.

However, he still had a look of horror on his face, and he had not yet digested what the other party said just now. It was a sin to kill a senator. This guy was so brave and said it so lightly.

After everything he experienced tonight, he knew that the other party was definitely capable of doing that kind of thing.

What he couldn't figure out was why he dared to tell himself.

Aren't you afraid of speaking out yourself?

After a lot of trouble, Quinn could no longer hide what he was thinking.

"That's right."

Ethan could see through his mind at a glance and smiled nonchalantly: "I am going to kill the Senator tonight, and I am not afraid to tell you."

"Because I know you're a smart guy."

The hand holding the other person's chin loosened and his nails scratched gently on the dark neck: "If you still want to breathe the air of this world, you should know what to say and what not to say."

"The best thing for you now is to cooperate with the FBI and hand over all the remaining people in the HR organization."

"Whenever someone messes around outside, I will blame you."

The tone was as cold as ice shards, constantly piercing into Quinn's mind, crushing the other person's already collapsed psychology.

This is the purpose of telling the other party.

Ethan needs to get rid of the wanted status outside as soon as possible. He can no longer worry about killers suddenly appearing wherever he goes, as he did just now. He just needs to get rid of HR and let those people get no rewards.

Naturally, no one will make a loss-making transaction.

"Dare you provoke me again."

He bent down and whispered into Quinn's ear: "Even if you hide in the most heavily guarded prison, I will turn you out and break every bone in your body inch by inch!"

What stands out is that he is confident.

Since you dare to play waterboarding, you are not afraid of this guy talking about it everywhere, and it is not difficult to completely silence him.

Fingernails scratching.

Goosebumps appeared on his neck, which felt like a knife blade. Quinn felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The body was battered and the spirit was completely broken.

His tears kept falling and he burst into tears. His status as chief of staff did not bring him any sense of security. Because he once held a high position, he had a clearer understanding of the dark side of society.

Quinn realized at this moment that he was completely screwed this time.

The door clicked open.

A cry like a little girl's was also heard. Ethan threw out the cigarette and lit one for himself.

Outside the room is the corridor.

Old God Phillips took the cigarette on the ground and turned a deaf ear to the wails inside. When he found out that the person who was taken into the helicopter was the chief of staff, he was shocked as he had handled various bizarre cases.

but.

More excitement.

As long as the evidence is conclusive, he will not care about the identity of the other party.

He understood that his old friend was indeed sending him a big favor this time. This was also the reason why he had just realized that the other party wanted to play waterboarding, but had no objection and took the initiative to help arrange it.

Having been in the FBI for decades, Phillips is no fool.

This is the violence department.

Or the federal law enforcement agency with a notorious reputation.

It is impossible to be as kind as those shown in TV and movies. To be honest, he has used this method several times before and it has always worked.

"How about it?"

Scratching his bald forehead, Phillips asked curiously: "You should get the answer you want. To be honest, if you play well, you can even ask the other person how the first time happened!"

Having said this, he looked a little regretful.

If the other party hadn't dissuaded him just now, Mr. Special Agent would have been very interested in helping.

"I'm not that bored."

Ethan rolled his eyes and waved his hand: "Alonzo Quinn has collapsed. Detective Carter should have given you all the clues he has. That guy will definitely cooperate in the subsequent interrogation."

"Um!"

Phillips nodded and said seriously: "I will keep this favor in mind."

"besides."

He grinned and took a deep breath from his cigarette: "I will suppress the riots caused in Queens. Your names and your friends' names will not appear in this matter."

If he wants to take the credit, he must shoulder the responsibility of calming down the situation.

You can't just eat meat without getting beaten.

"Thanks."

Ethan smiled and said nothing more.

"Hey~"

Phillips put his fingers in his mouth and whistled not far away.

The moment they heard the sound, several men in black suits from the other side of the corridor walked over quickly. Without any communication, they opened the door and walked into the room, and quickly took out the limp Quinn.

They didn't even ask what happened inside.

Dragging Lao Hei, he quickly disappeared around the corner.

The scene in front of him made Ethan curl his lips. Whether it was the FBI or the CIA, they would train similar tool men. If Xiao and Reese were here, they would definitely feel like they saw their younger selves.

"I'll go talk to him."

Phillips moved the hand holding the cigarette and walked forward without looking back: "Manpower has been arranged to arrest the remaining HR members, but you'd better rest for a while now."

"Wait for my next notification."

Without him having to say anything, Ethan knew now was not the right time to leave the federal building.

At least we have to wait until the news of HR's collapse spreads on the streets of New York, otherwise we will still be attacked by various attacks like just now.

Quickly return to the lounge.

The two friends who had been running away together just now were staying inside. Reese's arm was bandaged and his face looked much better. Carter was standing by the window and kept saying something.

"Hey~"

He walked forward with a smile and slapped Reese's palms: "This injury shouldn't be nothing to you, right?"

"As long as we can win HR!"

The latter also smiled back and held up the coffee cup: "It's all worth it."

"What's going on with Quinn now?" Carter pressed the Bluetooth headset to hang up the phone and turned around hurriedly: "I just contacted Xiao. They are safe and in the residence provided by your friend."

"I had a brief chat with him."

Ethan didn't hide it from her, and raised his hands slightly: "As promised before, there will be no violence."

"Now, federal agents have taken over."

"That's good." Carter opened his hands with a happy smile on his face: "Please, we have taken down HR tonight. Isn't there anyone willing to give me a big hug?"

After all the hard work, Quinn was finally captured and brought to justice.

From the perspective of the black policewoman, this is definitely a moment worth celebrating.

"Yes, everyone needs a hug." Reese struggled to stand up, hugged the other person with one arm, and raised his eyebrows at Ethan: "Please, just like before, you are also needed here to join in."

After scratching his head, Ethan laughed and hugged the two guys.

Arms slapped on their backs.

Triggered repeated protests. (End of chapter)