My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

At gunpoint, Hood had no choice but to return to the bed.

He picked up the clothes thrown on the floor and looked at the other side of the bed with his peripheral vision.

On a small cabinet there lay his police firearm.

However, Special Agent Phillips didn't give him a chance at all. He walked over and picked up his pistol:

"Glock 17, this doesn't look like you."

Hood gritted his teeth and put on his boots: "Then what is my style?"

"Jewel thief, if you dare to pretend to be a police sergeant, the Colt M1911 suits your temperament better." Phillips took out the handcuffs from his waist and threw them to Hood:

"Cuff yourself. I think you should be very skilled in using this thing."

Hood looked at the handcuffs and was stunned.

After such a long time, Hood actually thought of himself as the police chief for some time in his heart.

It wasn't until the moment he got the handcuffs that he realized that he was a criminal from beginning to end.

This is a fact, a fact that can never be changed.

Phillips didn't show any impatience, but looked at him with interest.

For Phillips, arresting people is not the goal.

What he enjoys is this process. Seeing all kinds of strange cases and feeling the struggle of human nature is his fun.

After a while, Hood accepted his fate and handcuffed the silver bracelet behind his back.

Phillips stepped forward and squeezed with his hand.

"Click."

When the handcuffs were tightly locked on his wrists, Hood breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, as if a string that had been stretched was finally loosened.

Phillips put Hood's police badge and pistol into his pockets and took stock of the room:

"Have you ever heard of a saying that you can observe a man's heart by observing his residence?"

Hood said dullly: "I heard about it, what do you want to say?"

"Obviously, this used to be a utility room." Phillips looked around. The room was filled with messy tables, chairs and benches, with a thick layer of dust on them.

"Your heart is broken and you don't even bother to mend it."

"Let's go."

Phillips grabbed Hood's arm and walked out: "I hope you can find a little peace in prison."

As soon as he heard the keyword "prison", Hood's feet became weak for no reason, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He forced himself to ask:

"You want to take me there?"

"Of course, go back to Quantico directly." Phillips pointed his pistol at him and motioned for Hood to go downstairs:

"I left you some dignity, you should thank me."

"Really? Thank you very much."

Quantico is where the FBI training base is located. Once you enter that place, there is basically no chance of escaping.

Hood walked down the stairs in a panic, his eyes constantly glancing to the side, hoping that Candy would come out and see him.

As long as Candy notifies a few other people, he still has a chance.

Unfortunately, Hood didn't see Candy until he was pushed into a black Chevrolet SUV by Phillips.

The vehicle started moving quickly and slowly left Banshee Town.

Special Agent Phillips also happily played rock music and bobbed his head to the music.

"if you do not mind."

Hood thought for a long time, but he didn't expect how he was exposed. He had to die to understand. He asked in a deep voice: "I want to know, how did you find me?"

Phillips saw Hood with a gloomy face in the rearview mirror, and a smile appeared on his lips:

"Of course I won't mind. I specialize in a job in the bureau, mainly responsible for investigating deaths and missing agents. Of course, you also know that missing is basically equal to death."

Hood instantly thought of someone and said with a bitter look:

"Jim Racine."

"Bingo, that's right." Phillips snapped his fingers and nodded with appreciation:

"You are really smart. My trip was really worth it."

"Dead people can't speak, but things left behind by the dead can speak. I found your file at the home of Special Agent Racine, and the content on it was eye-opening for me."

"Who would have thought that the anonymous diamond thief in the New York Police Department would suddenly become the Sheriff of Banshee, Pennsylvania."

The dead will not speak of the alive, he also said this to Ethan.

Now it sounds so mocking.

He originally thought he would buy more time, but unexpectedly, the fault was found in Jim Racine. He sighed:

"Believe it or not, I didn't kill Racine."

"It's okay. Let's talk slowly when we get back."

Phillips glanced at the gas gauge, turned the steering wheel, and drove into the gas station on the roadside.

After filling up the tank, he opened the rear door:

"Come on, get out of the car."

Hood said expressionlessly: "Are you going to let me go?"

"This joke is not funny at all." Phillips shook his head: "Get out of the car and pee quickly. It's still a long way from Quantico, and I won't stop in the middle."

Hood moved outward: "Are you trying to tell me that this is my last chance?"

Phillips smiled: "If you want to understand it this way, that's right."

The two walked towards the gas station together, and Hood was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight: "What if I try to do something?"

Phillips kept his hand on the handle of the gun: "I can shoot, yes."

"Okay, then I get it."

Outside the gas station, a long-distance truck slowly drove up.

"laugh."

The sound of air brakes sounded, and the large truck dragging a long trunk stopped.

Phillips didn't take it seriously. Large trucks like these that travel long distances can be seen everywhere.

He pushed Hood towards the toilet nearby. After using the toilet, Hood could not find a chance to take action.

Phillips did everything right and was firmly in control of the situation.

The two walked out of the toilet together and returned to the car.

Two men suddenly jumped out of the woods nearby. Under Phillips' horrified gaze, two flying needles accurately nailed his chest.

"Da da da."

The sound of electric current sounded and his muscles spasmed. Phillips could no longer pull out the pistol. He instantly lost his ability to move and balance and fell to the ground.

Hood had also been shot and was lying on the ground twitching.

Two men sprang out from the bushes nearby. One of them was wearing an exquisite British suit and had a neatly trimmed beard.

The man in the suit stepped forward and kicked Phillips and Hood hard in the face with his shiny leather shoes, causing them to faint immediately.

After everyone else went out on patrol, Ethan stayed alone in the police station on duty.

Without anything else to do, he picked up the yellow document bag with FBI secrets written on it.

He reached out and took out the folder inside, took a sip of coffee, put the folder on the table and opened it casually.

"Snapped."

Ethan slammed the folder shut again, calmed down, raised his head and looked around.