My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Alma was knitting a sweater at the front desk in the distance, two long needles flying in her hands, not noticing the movement just now.

After confirming that he was the only one next to him, Ethan let out a breath.

He slowly opened the folder again. There were two printed documents on the left and right.

Tucked between each side was a photo of the same person, but with a completely opposite background.

On the left is Hood's jail photo, holding a sign.

On the right is Hood's employment photo, and the five-pointed police badge on his chest is extremely dazzling.

Under the photo are two completely opposite documents, one is the criminal record and the other is the job experience.

I looked into the file bag again, and there was also a box of video tapes inside. Needless to say, it was the interrogation record.

Ethan thought for a while, put the folder back into the bag, carefully placed it in the drawer, and locked it with the key.

He took out his cell phone and called Hood, but no one answered.

During this period of time, Hood is no longer as unreliable as before, and he can basically be contacted.

But now I have made three calls and they always go to voicemail.

He put away his phone and walked to the front desk.

"Alma, do you still remember the person who brought the document bag today?"

"Yes, I have."

Alma put down the long needle in her hand, thought for a moment and said, "A white man in his forties, thin, bald, and smiling."

"Did he leave any words?" Ethan continued to ask.

"No."

Alma shook his head: "He just asked me to hand the things to the serving police officer. What happened to him?"

"fine."

Ethan tapped the front desk with his fingers a few times, then asked: "What kind of car does that person drive?"

Alma thought for a while and said with great certainty: "It's the kind that FBI agents often drive, a black Chevrolet SUV."

"Okay, thank you."

Ethan turned around and walked outside: "I'm going out for a while. If you need anything, call me."

"Ok, no problem."

Alma saw his agitated look, shook her head, and continued to put on her sweater.

The Crown Victoria quickly drove to the side of Davis Bar, and Ethan ran along the wooden stairs to the second floor of the barn.

The door was ajar, and there was no one inside.

There was still a small half bottle of whiskey on the cabinet next to the bed, and Hood's wallet was still on it, but the pistol and police badge were missing.

He reached out and touched the inside of the quilt, and there was still a trace of warmth left.

It seemed that something had indeed happened to Hood and he had just been taken away not long ago.

The person who handed the documents to Alma must be an FBI agent, and he discovered Hood's identity. Before he took Hood away, he deliberately left a piece of evidence at the police station.

I have to say that this person is very thoughtful.

Ethan thought for a moment and quickly left the utility room on the second floor of the barn.

Friends, if you can catch up with the black Chevrolet SUV, Hood is lucky, and you will find a way to save him.

But at this time, the agent is probably far away, so I can only do my best and obey fate.

Quickly walk down the stairs towards the police car.

"Wow."

There was a sound of pouring water from behind the Davis bar, and Ethan stopped to ask Candy if he had noticed any movement.

Just when he was stunned, two figures suddenly appeared from behind the police car.

"puff."

Ethan's thoughts were messy, and he was completely unprepared as two flying needles were quickly nailed to him.

"Da da da."

After the Taser was fired, waves of electric current wildly stimulated Ethan's body.

It was the first time for Ethan to eat this hard, and he felt that all the muscles in his body were twitching and becoming spasmodic.

"Shet."

He tried his best to control his body and quickly reached for the holster on his waist.

As soon as he touched the handle of the gun, another man also raised the Taser in his hand and pulled the trigger hard on Ethan.

"Pfft." After a soft sound, there were two more flying needles on his body.

"Da da da."

Ethan couldn't control it anymore and knelt down on one knee.

He watched helplessly as the two men in suits walked forward quickly, picked up sticks and struck at him.

His vision went dark and he passed out simply.

I don’t know how long it took before Ethan woke up quietly.

A sack was placed over his head. Apart from the faint light, he couldn't see anything, and there were people walking around from time to time.

He felt it and didn't know where he was. The whole space was shaking gently.

My hands and feet tried to exert force, but I didn't know what was firmly holding them in place. I could only move the slightest bit and made a soft sound.

"What a surprise."

A voice with a British accent sounded: "We have welcomed the first guest to wake up."

"Uh-huh."

The sack was pulled off by someone, causing his ears to hurt from the scratch, but Ethan didn't care so much and squinted his eyes to take stock of the environment he was in.

He was tied to a sofa chair with thick zip ties. The room was furnished like an office area, with a large sofa next to it.

There is a small table in the middle, and inside is a maroon desk.

There was an old woman with long black hair sitting behind the desk. When she noticed Ethan's gaze shifting, she immediately smiled and pointed her finger at the wine cabinet behind:

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan."

"Do you want something to drink, coffee, tea, something stronger?"

"Whiskey, thank you."

Ethan replied to her unceremoniously and continued to move his eyes.

Opposite him, two people were also tied up, with small sacks on their heads, and their hands and feet were fixed to chairs.

Ethan sighed, brothers in distress, both survived.

One of the people who was tied up could tell that it was Hood just by looking at his figure and clothes, so he didn't have to think about looking for him.

There are two other people in the office.

A man in a suit and vest, with a thick beard and a burly figure, looks like he is not easy to mess with.

Another man was wearing a black suit, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, his eyes cold.

Just now, he suddenly jumped out from behind the police car and shot himself.

Their bodies were shaking slightly, and if they guessed correctly, they were on a moving truck.

The old lady quickly came over with a half glass of wine, smiling and looking amiable.

"Thanks."

He opened his mouth slightly to test the other person's attitude.

"puff."

The half glass of bourbon was thrown in front of him, but Ethan quickly tilted his head to avoid it.

My body was immediately filled with the smell of whiskey, but it was more comfortable than splashing into my eyes.

"You are welcome."

The old woman saluted him with a wine glass and walked slowly back to the desk. Seeing this scene, the two people next to her burst out laughing.

The bearded man smiled and walked to the side.

He reached out and walked towards the two people who were tied up, and roughly pulled the sacks off their heads. One of them was indeed Hood.

A piece of his nose was broken, and the nosebleeds turned his beard red.