My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Emmett and the ambulance arrived at almost the same time, and the medical staff who came to the scene were not surprised to see the corpses on the ground.

With the combined efforts of several people, the scene was quickly cleared.

As for the members of the Red Bone Gang who took away the weapons, there was no surveillance at the scene, and there were no witnesses, so they could only figure it out slowly.

The three people who stayed at the scene were all beaten to death, and only a pickup truck was left on the roadside without any useful clues.

Over at the Genoa base, several menacing military jeeps soon arrived.

More than a dozen armed soldiers jumped out of the truck. After asking Hood about the situation with unkind expressions, they took the truck and left the scene.

Noon, Myers Restaurant.

"Although this kind of case is usually just put aside to collect dust, and it involves people from the Chino tribe, we have no law enforcement power."

Picking up the three-layer beef cheeseburger on the dinner plate, Ethan took a big bite of the meatiest part, chewed it a few times, and continued:

"But the Red Bone Gang has a conflict with us, and I think we need to understand the situation."

"No matter what, at least I'm mentally prepared."

Hood nodded and rolled up the macaroni on the plate with his fork: "After lunch, we will go to the Genoa base to meet their person in charge."

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it after we finish eating."

Ethan doesn't like to eat in a hurry, he just enjoys the taste.

He took a big gulp of the watered-down Coke that Dalia had specially made for him, and burped comfortably.

After lunch, they changed into a police car and headed to the Genoa base.

Ten minutes later, the police car slowly stopped in front of the gate of a small military training base.

Two soldiers, armed with live ammunition, stood guard at the gate.

One of the black guys came over and looked at the badge on Hood: "Good afternoon, Sheriff."

"How may I help you?"

"Hello."

Hood nodded to him and put his arms on the car window: "Who is the person in charge here?"

After looking at him and Ethan, Black Brother Soldier said:

"The man in charge is Colonel Stowe, Sergeant."

Hood reached out and took Ethan's police badge, then took off his own badge and handed it to the black soldier, "Please contact Colonel St., I need to see him."

The black soldier checked the police badge and handed it back to Hood:

"Do you have an appointment? Sheriff."

"I just learned his name from you, how come there is an appointment?"

"You are not allowed to enter the base without permission."

Hood looked at the serious-looking soldier, and his fingers on the car window jumped a few times:

"I don't know if you've heard, but this morning, three Marines from your base were killed about eight miles from here."

The soldier nodded, his face solemn.

"This is a homicide investigation and that's my clearance."

Hood pursed his lips and continued: "In addition, my colleagues and I killed three of the gangsters who killed your Marines. I think this is at least worth a phone call."

"Please wait a moment, Sheriff."

The soldier smiled at the two of them, turned and walked towards the sentry next to the gate, picked up an intercom phone and started calling.

After a while, the door slowly opened.

"Sergeant, drive two hundred meters inside, turn left and stop in front of the second house. Please don't walk around."

"OK, thanks."

Hood waved his hand at the black soldiers, started the police car and drove into the Genoa military base.

Along the way, security was tight everywhere.

Iron fences, military vehicles, and patrolling soldiers can be seen everywhere, and the roar of helicopters can be heard in the sky.

As soon as they got out of the car, a soldier wearing camouflage combat uniform walked quickly towards them.

He was tall and burly, with determined eyes.

When walking, the waist is straight, and the distance traveled with each step seems to be measured with a ruler.

This kind of person is a hammer, a hammer that has been tempered by mold for thousands of times.

They see everything as nails, and they only want to solve things violently. Hood is particularly familiar with this kind of people, and he almost became one of them.

"Sheriff."

Hood shook his hand and said, "Hello, Colonel Stowe."

Colonel Sturt felt the rough calluses on Hood's palms and nodded to him.

"police officer."

"Good afternoon, Colonel."

He also shook hands with Ethan, who was standing beside him. His skin was delicate, with only a thin layer of calluses.

Colonel Sturt's eyes flashed with disdain, and then he looked at Hood.

"I'm awaiting your arrival, Sheriff."

Hood knew that he was just being polite, so he nodded and said:

"I want to start by telling you how sorry I am that what happened this morning was a tragedy."

"They have accompanied me through life and death nine times in Afghanistan and Iraq, but unexpectedly they lost their lives during daily training at the old base in Banshee, Pennsylvania."

Colonel Stowe took off his hat and clenched his cheeks:

"I don't know how to tell their families how this damn thing happened."

"follow me."

Colonel Stowe turned around and led the two of them inside, passing through an iron mesh gate guarded by soldiers, and then walked a few dozen meters forward to an arc-shaped building with a concrete exterior wall.

In the middle is a large iron gate. Judging from its solid appearance, even a truck cannot break through it.

Colonel Stowe walked to the small door next to it, which was also a solid iron door. He stretched out his palm and pressed it in front of the LCD screen next to it, and said loudly:

"Colonel Douglas Stowe."

Ripples lit up the screen, the red light turned green, and the iron door clicked open.

The security system above requires not only fingerprint recognition, but also voice recognition.

As expected of a military base, it is heavily guarded.

Following Colonel Ster into the iron gate, there was a large arc-shaped space inside, where a dozen soldiers were busy carrying things.

Hood looked around and asked curiously: "Are you going to close this place?"

“It’s not moving out, it’s moving in.”

Colonel Stowe walked inside: "They are cleaning this place to store things brought back from the war zone. Guns, valuables, unique items, everything you can think of is there."

Several soldiers who were carrying a large box in front walked quickly and got out of sight.

Ethan and Hood stopped uncontrollably, staring blankly at a corner in front of them.

In a vault that is about seven or eight square meters in size, there is a hill of banknotes more than one meter high on the ground, and there are also large amounts of cash piled on the three-tiered shelves at the back.

The cash piled on the pool table when the loot was divided was nothing compared to this place.

Two soldiers in the vault were counting the numbers. One of them vigorously picked up a large pile of banknotes wrapped in film from the mountain of banknotes and placed them on the shelf.

"Bang"

The dull sound made both of them's hearts skip a beat.