My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hood's head was drooping and he was still in a coma.

The other person was the same, with bruises and bruises on his face.

There is no mirror now, but Ethan feels that he is not much better than them, and his face is also in pain.

These bastards only hit people in the face.

The man in the black suit raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The boss will be ready soon, wake them up."

"no problem."

The bearded man nodded and raised his thick arms.

"Snapped."

A big slap to Hood's face.

He trembled violently and opened his eyes drowsily.

The bearded man walked up to the man next to Hood again and gave him the same big slap.

This man was wearing a cheap black suit, with a thin build and slightly bald hair. He must be the FBI agent who took Hood away.

Ethan gritted his teeth, luckily he woke up early.

Otherwise, he will also receive a severe blow.

While the two people's attention was not on him, he shook his body vigorously and discovered that the chair was not fixed to the floor.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't use his big move.

Now let's look at the situation. We don't know who caught him, Hood and the FBI together.

After Hood woke up, he quickly took stock of his surroundings.

He saw Ethan sitting opposite him, his eyes clearly stunned when he was tied to the chair.

But now was not the time to reminisce about the past. Hood quickly understood the current situation and stopped struggling needlessly. He panted and waited.

Phillips endured the pain and said nothing.

Since these people had the guts to kidnap someone from the FBI, they were not afraid of threats from him, and all of the people in front of them showed their faces.

Phillips knew what this meant. He had met a real gangster, a gangster who didn't care about his identity at all.

He knew very well that many agents from the Bureau of Investigation disappeared every year, but now he was the unlucky one.

Phillips looked calm on the surface, but he was panicking in his heart.

Just when the scene fell into silence, the wooden door next to the desk was opened.

A cane appeared first, poking firmly into the ground.

The wooden door was shrouded in shadow, and soon it was almost crowded. A tall, fat man weighing more than 300 pounds walked out of the wooden door sideways.

Despite his unusually large figure, he was wearing a suit that fit him very well.

He also wore a vest under his light gray suit. His thick curly hair was shiny black and his mustache was combed upwards. He looked meticulous.

He stepped on the wooden floor and walked to the desk, panting heavily.

The tall, fat man in a custom-made suit looked around at them and made a deep voice:

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

He took a step forward with his cane: "I hope my men can make you feel as comfortable as at home."

The man in the black suit stood up straight, walked quickly behind the visitor, and moved a large single sofa.

"As you can see, for a guy my size, comfort is the most important thing."

The visitor poked the cane:

"It's just that the doctor advised me to travel frequently to stay healthy."

"There was no other way. I still had to listen to what the doctor said, so I got in the truck and started running around."

Ethan's eyes flickered, as if he guessed who the big fat man in front of him was.

Hood coughed, raised his head and said with a smile:

"Perhaps, I'm suggesting that you can try a salad. It tastes quite good."

Phillips looked at Hood in surprise, fearing that the other party would not get angry.

Ethan grinned and shook his head.

He was used to Hood being like this, and would commit suicide from time to time, as if that would bring him pleasure.

Sure enough, the bearded man standing behind Hood quickly walked in front of him and slapped him again.

"Snapped."

After a crisp sound, the corners of Hood's mouth became swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few drops of blood even flew onto Ethan's face, with a hint of warmth.

"Bang."

The cane hit the floor hard: "Stop, you can't do this, it's too rude."

"Yes, boss."

The bearded man stopped what he was going to do and walked back to the corner.

"You're not polite. It's wrong to make fun of others for their obesity." The fat man said to Hood seriously.

Hood spat out a mouthful of blood and gritted his teeth and said:

"Why don't you introduce yourself, this polite gentleman?"

The visitor handed the cane to the old woman standing aside and took off her coat with the help of the black suit.

He pulled on his pants, took the cane, and then sat down on the large single sofa:

"My name is Raymond Walton Brantley."

The moment the visitor said his name, there were different expressions on the scene. Special Agent Phillips remembered something and his face turned pale.

Hood looked confused, why was this name so familiar?

Brantley turned his neck as if it didn't exist and looked at the expressionless Ethan:

"Mr. Morgan, I think you know who I am, right?"

Hood's brain was instantly awakened, and he remembered this familiar name. It was to avoid this person that Jason Hood, the son of Lukes Hood, fled to Banshee Town.

Ethan also came to Banshee Town to work as a town policeman in order to escape Brantley's pursuit.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually came to the door now.

Ethan raised his head, chuckled and said:

"Of course I have an impression of you, Mr. Brantley. I have to say that your eyesight is very good, and Eileen's figure is quite amazing."

"No wonder she wants to eat secretly. What can you do if she follows you?"

Irene was Brantley's mistress. After a night of partying with Ethan, she was killed on the spot by Brantley's men.

Noticing Ethan's contemptuous gaze, Brantley's breathing became unusually heavy.

The raised mustache was even slightly trembling from the blow.

Phillips looked at the uniform on Ethan and felt a toothache. Are all the people in the Banshee Town Police Department so brave?

Opposite is Brantley, a murderous demon.

There is a cabinet full of files on this man in the FBI.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Morgan will treat him slowly in the end."

Brantley stretched out his hand to stop the bearded man who was about to walk towards Ethan, and looked at Hood: "I think you know who I am now, right?"

Hood nodded, he was taking the blame for Jason Hood.

"The problem is, I don't know who you are." Brantley reached out and took out a photo from the table next to him:

"Obviously, you're not Lucas Hood."

"The man in the photo is the real Lucas Hood."

Seeing that Hood didn't speak, Brantley threw the photo aside: "You don't want to say who you are, that's okay."

He tapped the floor heavily with his cane:

"All you have to do is tell me, where is Jason Hood?"