My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rivera had no choice but to turn the steering wheel and drive towards her home.

She didn't want to give up her struggle yet, and said to Ethan sincerely: "I believe what you said. If you come back with me, I will apply to the bureau for witness protection."

"This way, your safety is more assured, and we can bring the person who did this to justice."

"No, you don't believe it."

Old God Ethan said on the ground: "You just want to get out of trouble."

Seeing the opponent's lack of energy, Rivera gritted her teeth and released her anger on the accelerator.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived in front of a single-family house.

The house has only one floor and is surrounded by a circle of landscape trees. This is also the residence of the ordinary middle class.

It's better than an ordinary apartment, but much worse than a wealthy area.

Rivera pressed the key and opened the garage door.

Under Ethan's command, the silver BMW slowly drove into the garage.

After turning on the radar and making sure there was no one inside, Ethan opened the car door and carefully stepped out of the car.

Rivera wanted to resist, but couldn't find any chance.

In a trance, she seemed to feel that the other person was a policeman, and he was the kind who did things without leakage.

Enter the house through the side door of the garage and come to the kitchen.

Rivera backed away with her hands raised, and behind the TV, she hid a gun.

"stop."

When she was about to get close to the TV, her movements were stopped by Ethan.

Under Ethan's command, Rivera gritted her teeth and came to the bedroom. Ethan used the two handcuffs on her body to secure her to the strong bedpost.

Not only that, Ethan also found some clothes, tied her feet up, and tied her mouth tightly with a towel.

Rivera's eyes changed from fire to horror, especially when she saw Ethan taking off his T-shirt.

"Please, I'm not that perverted."

Ethan wiped the blood on his shoulder with his T-shirt, grinned and asked, "I think you must have an emergency medical kit at home, right?"

Seeing that resistance was ineffective, Rivera had no choice but to cooperate.

She glanced at the cabinet next to her, while not forgetting to glare at Ethan with a warning look.

Opening the cabinet, the aroma fills your nostrils.

Ethan knew why she looked at him like that. Next to the medical box was half a drawer of neatly folded underwear.

He wasn't a pervert, he simply took out the medical kit.

After struggling to bandage himself, he thought of something and quickly picked up the phone and dialed.

Letty answered quickly: "I'm on my way back."

"Don't go back."

Ethan threw the gauze into the medical box: "Your home is not as safe as you think."

"What's the meaning?"

Letty suddenly had a bad premonition and quickly asked: "Is someone coming to the door?"

"That's right." Ethan glanced at Rivera:

"Not only friends from the immigration office, but also another group of people, probably Michael Booth's people."

"Your home was just blown up by a C4 bomb. I'm very sorry."

Letty yelled angrily: "Shet, these bastards."

After she calmed down, she quickly asked: "Where are you, are you safe?"

Ethan looked around, with a smile on his lips:

"It's quite safe now at Agent Rivera's house."

"Walter?"

Letty asked in shock: "You're not going to kill her, are you?"

"Please, I'm not like that."

Ethan adjusted the gauze on his shoulder: "Agent Rivera is my friend now."

"I'm just reminding you that there might be someone watching over there."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Rivera rolled her eyes.

Letty's voice continued: "I know, where are you? I'll go find you now."

"Wait a moment."

Ethan pulled away the towel tied to Rivera's mouth, took off the small towel inside, and handed over the phone.

"Pooh."

Rivera spat out the lint in her mouth and looked at Ethan with an unhappy expression.

"Don't you want to know the truth?"

Ethan brought the phone closer: "You cooperate with me, and I will give you the truth."

Rivera pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment before telling her home address.

"Bring me a plain black suit."

Ethan explained a few more words and hung up the phone.

He hesitated and sat on the edge of the bed: "I'm not Mexican, I'm American."

"Whether you believe it or not, what I'm going to tell you is the truth."

"I smuggled myself back to the United States from Mexico due to some personal matters. After crossing the border, I met a group of mysterious people."

"They treat stowaways as animals and hunt them, including the elderly, women, and children."

"I was a survivor of an attack in which more than twenty people, besides me, were all murdered like animals."

Rivera's eyes gradually softened, and she asked puzzledly:

"But why?"

"I don't know either."

Ethan spread his hands: "I have been looking for the truth of the matter these past two days."

"Just yesterday, after meeting you at the food truck, didn't I leave?"

"That's right."

Rivera nodded, indicating that she was impressed.

Ethan continued: "On another street in the park, I met Michael Booth."

"Of course, I only found out who he is today."

"At that time, he came to me and offered me $300,000, with an advance payment of $50,000, so that I could hurt the senator's arm as a response to his tough issue on Mexican labor."

"I refused at the time, but from his words, I learned that he had some knowledge about people who hunt stowaways."

"So you want to help him in exchange for information."

Rivera is not a fool to be a detective, and she quickly guessed what Ethan was thinking.

"Yes." Ethan nodded:

"For more than twenty lives, just wounding the senator's arm, I think it's a good deal."

"Unexpectedly, when I acted according to the plan, Booth's men took action first."

Rivera's eyes flashed: "They are afraid that you will miss."

"Yes, you know what happens next. This is the truth you want. All of this is the means of politicians."

Rivera's breathing became heavier and she swallowed.

Ethan noticed the change in her expression, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Are you scared?"

"I told you, you can't bear the truth of the matter."

"If you want to catch the murderer behind the assassination of the senator, he is in the hospital. You can do whatever you want."

"I'm afraid your boss will take off your uniform before you do anything."

There are only two senators in a state in the United States. Their term is six years, two years longer than the president. There is no term limit. Those who are capable and influential can be re-elected.

This is the real powerful man in America, the top boss.

Even if John McLaughlin was forced to resort to cruelty to get re-elected, such a powerful person is not something that a small immigration agent can mess with.