My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As Ethan approached, Racine immediately smelled the strong smell of blood on his body.

He scratched his cheek with the hand holding the cigarette, then took the beer.

"Is it really that fucked up?"

Ethan shrugged, led him to the back of the pickup truck, and lifted up one of the quilts inside.

"More fucked up than you think."

Racine looked at the disemboweled man inside, and the beer he drank in his mouth spat out.

But he didn't serve as a detective for nothing for decades. Racine nodded and immediately reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone to make a call.

Under his arrangement, not long after, six black Chevrolet SUVs stopped at the intersection with their police lights flashing, and the people inside got out of the vehicles.

In addition to the field officers wearing FBI logo jackets, Racine also called in a SWAT team for support.

Under Racine's arrangement, Dahlia and the three of them got into a car and left with a black female agent.

Looking at their leaving figures, Ethan showed a smile on his lips.

Fortunately, he just asked them all to put the gold with him, and he also found an opportunity to throw the gold into the space.

Otherwise, these girls would not be able to stand up to these sharp-eyed detectives.

Ethan had reviewed his confession with them in advance and told most things truthfully, only needing to hide a few details.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Racine lit a cigarette and got into the car first. Under Ethan's guidance, the Chevrolet SUV convoy returned to the river bank.

A dozen FBI agents shuttled back and forth between several wooden houses, carrying out bodies one by one, and found a pit behind several houses filled with bones.

From time to time, one or two young-looking agents rushed out of the wooden house, holding on to the wall and vomiting wildly.

Ethan sat back on the hood, the corners of his mouth twitching.

He realized something was wrong again, quickly put away his smile and bit his cigarette.

Racine's face turned blue and white, his eyes looked evil, he stood up straight and roared loudly:

"Asshole, you are that idiot's subordinate."

"Hurry up and swallow what's in your mouth, otherwise, believe it or not, I will let you deal with corpses every day."

Under his roar, the pale-faced young agent hurriedly wiped the corners of his mouth and ran back into the house with hurried steps.

Ethan lit his cigarette, the flame dancing.

His keen sixth sense noticed that from time to time someone cast their eyes on him.

When he raised his head, the person looking at him quickly shifted his gaze.

At this time, a man wearing an FBI field jacket came over. He adjusted his glasses and asked Ethan politely:

"Is that all?"

Ethan looked at the dozen corpses in front of him and shook his head.

He pointed to the woods on the nearby hillside, "Walking up the mountain for about three hours, you will see a watchtower with eight people on it."

The FBI in front of him simply took off his glasses and asked with confusion on his face:

"Are you really a town cop?"

Ethan spread his hands and shrugged.

When the glasses agent walked away with an expression of disbelief, Racine tapped the cigarette case lightly, thought for a moment, and said decisively:

"How about it, are you interested in joining us?"

"FBI?"

Racine took a deep breath of cigarette and replied with interest:

"Yes, I remember your father also wore a uniform. If you are interested, I would very much welcome you."

Although Racine knew that he didn't have much time to live, he was still delighted with the talent and couldn't help but want to recruit Ethan for his department.

Talents who can play and rush are urgently needed in every department.

Ethan shook his head and declined:

"Thank you. I am still very satisfied with the current situation. I will talk about it when I have the opportunity in the future."

Racine patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Okay, you have my phone number anyway, don't worry, I will take care of it here."

Ethan bypassed the local police station this time and reported the matter directly to him, which was equivalent to giving him a big credit.

In exchange, he needs help suppressing some things.

After Ethan fully explained the situation at the scene, Racine asked the glasses agent just now to send him back to rest.

After a day and night of tossing, Ethan also felt low on energy and fell asleep while sitting in the car.

He didn't know how long it took before he was woken up by the glasses agent.

At this time, the vehicle stopped in front of a double-story wooden house, with a black Chevrolet SUV parked inside. Ethan rubbed his eyes and got out of the car.

This is a remote community, and the sound of car horns can be heard faintly.

Looking at the lights coming from inside the house, with signs of civilization in front of him, Ethan also relaxed at this time.

Within a short period of time, he no longer wanted to go deep into the mountains and forests.

Knocking on the door, not long after, a female FBI agent wearing a field uniform opened the door.

She glanced at Ethan a few times and stepped aside.

"Where are they?"

Ethan asked.

"Second floor, rest up there."

The black female agent returned to the couch, sat down, and picked up the newspaper.

The glasses agent wanted to pat him on the back, but Ethan looked over and his hand stopped in mid-air and said coquettishly:

"You should go rest and at least take a hot bath."

When Ethan walked up the stairs, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa.

The black female agent quickly put down the newspaper before he could sit down and asked curiously:

"Really cannibal mountain people?"

The glasses agent nodded, saw Ethan's figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs, and whispered: "Let him kill all of the more than twenty people."

"Shet."

The black female agent suddenly took a breath of air. There were many fierce people in the FBI, but they were rare, let alone such a young and handsome guy.

Ethan walked up to the second floor, and there were two doors in the hallway.

After hesitating for a moment, he went directly to the room with the door open and threw the backpack behind him to the ground with a muffled sound.

He went straight to the wine cabinet, where several bottles of brandy were placed.

Taking out a bottle of brandy, he opened the cap and took a big sip. The low-quality wine was pungent and choked his nose.

There is a large bed in the room, and there is a transparent shower room next to it.

Seeing the shower room, Ethan immediately felt that he had an unbearable sour smell. He quickly took off his smelly clothes and walked towards the shower room with the bottle of wine in hand.

He reached out to turn on the shower, and the hot water washed over his body, making him groan in comfort.

The water mist was steaming, and Ethan picked up the wine bottle and took a sip with enjoyment.

"Ethan?"

Just after taking a few sips of wine, a low cry of surprise sounded outside.

Ethan wiped the water droplets off his face and poked his head out of the shower. Carly was standing at the door, her delicate face full of surprise.

She was wearing a white bathrobe and her black hair was wet. It looked like she had just taken a shower.

Ethan smiled toothily at Carly and shook the wet bottle in his hand.

Carly glanced back and quickly took off her bathrobe.

Her wheat-colored skin looks extremely delicate, with no trace of fat on her body. Her body has undulating curves, and her whole body is full of youthful aura.

She didn't squirm, she smiled happily and rushed towards Ethan.

Not long after, a violent crash sounded.