My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing that Ethan was about to put the CD into the computer, Rivera quickly held down his hand.

"Wait a moment."

She stood up and walked to the side: "If I'm going to see these things, I think I need some tequila."

"Just bring a bottle over here."

Ethan put the CD into the computer and said without raising his head.

Rivera brought two bullet cups and a bottle of tequila over, filled the cups, and the two of them clinked their glasses and drank.

"call."

Rivera breathed out the smell of alcohol and moved the mouse to open the read file.

"Dang."

When prompted to enter a password, Rivera looked at Ethan.

He reached out to the keyboard and entered the password he had been using today.

Press the Enter key and the access is successful.

Booth is really the kind of person who likes to use one password for all information, which is also convenient for him.

Several video files are stored on the disc, all of which contain information such as hunting records and dates.

The word "hunting" above made Ethan a little sensitive and felt something was wrong.

Rivera moved the mouse and opened one of the video files.

Under the gaze of the two people, the video began to play.

It was a relatively dark scene inside, silent and silent. It could be seen that it was night and the moonlight was relatively bright.

The surrounding scenery is desolate and filled with low shrubs.

The camera zoomed in, and several people were walking from a distance. Those people looked nervous, their clothes were dirty, and they were carrying large and small bags.

"Stowaway."

The two looked at each other and continued to look at the scene inside.

After a while, the camera slowly retracted, and an old man wearing a cowboy hat appeared on the side, holding a bolt-action rifle.

Under the gaze of the camera, the old man raised his rifle and aimed forward.

"Senator John McLaughlin."

Seeing the person in the camera, Rivera silently said the name of the old white man.

Unknowingly, Ethan had clenched his fists tightly, a warm touch came, and Rivera put her palms on his fists.

The camera moved and focused on a woman in a red dress in front.

It can be seen from the curvature of her belly that this woman is pregnant and has difficulty walking.

"Welcome to America." The senator sneered and pulled the trigger.

"boom."

The silent night was broken by a crisp gunshot, and a ball of blood spattered on the woman's belly, and she fell to the ground.

Rivera's hand also shook, and Ethan held her hand in turn.

After the gunfire rang out, the scene suddenly became much brighter.

They were all sitting in a jeep. After Senator McLaughlin fired, the vehicle started instantly, its headlights illuminating the wilderness in the middle of the night.

Immediately afterwards, there was the roar of the engine.

The screen moves quickly, chasing the fleeing stowaways, and gunshots continue to sound.

There were screams and pleas for mercy from the camera.

But these hunters showed no mercy and quickly shot all the stowaways.

The jeep drove quickly and soon returned to the original place.

Senator McLaughlin jumped out of the car. He walked excitedly to the woman in the red dress, knelt down on one knee, and raised his bolt-action rifle in a mighty gesture.

"Booth, take the picture better."

"Remember to send the video to my lovely backers later, they will like it."

After finishing, he waved to the camera again:

"Come on, Vaughn."

"Take a picture together, you'll love it."

"Of course." A middle-aged white man wearing jeans and a black shirt walked up from the side, and the two of them took a hunting video to show off.

Ethan pressed the space bar, and the screen froze on the face of the man behind:

"Do you know this person?"

"do not know."

Rivera filled the tequila, picked up the bullet cup and poured it into her mouth.

The spicy wine went straight to her throat. Only with the help of this thing could she clear her mind now.

She couldn't believe what she saw, why would there be such a person in the world.

"Drink slowly."

Ethan patted Rivera's back, took out his phone, and took a photo of Vaughn. He had seen this kind of guy who didn't treat people as human beings, so he had a certain immunity.

I originally thought I was using these things to blackmail Booth and ask him to find the main messenger who hunted the stowaways.

Unexpectedly, what he got in hand had the main messenger clearly placed in front of him.

Booth, this old boy, hides so well.

As expected of a politician, he told lies with open eyes and directly deceived himself.

Now that I have this thing in hand, I have to beat them to death this time. If I want to be re-elected as a senator, just dream.

Before killing them, they must be ruined.

Rivera put down her wine glass, turned off the video, and continued to click to view other video files.

The several videos on this CD are all similar to the ones just now.

There are more than a dozen lives in this CD alone.

And the evidence is conclusive and cannot be denied.

They put in other discs one after another, most of which were video files of hunting and killing stowaways.

There were also some candid videos of bribery, which made Liviera blush.

After inserting one of the discs, densely packed documents appeared inside, which were finally not video files.

"These people are really crazy."

Rivera clicked on the document and browsed it carefully: "Among McLaughlin's campaign funds, there was actually sponsorship from Mexican drug lords."

"Come and see this man."

She clicked on the photo on the screen, which showed a Mexican man with a big nose and a black back.

"This is Rogelio Terez."

Rivera's face was solemn: "He is a famous drug lord in Mexico. According to unofficial statistics, more than a dozen Mexican anti-independence police officers have died due to his cruel methods."

"Why do Mexican drug lords sponsor the election of senators?" Ethan noticed the point and said in a deep voice:

"This is not normal."

"If there are interests mixed in, everything will be normal." Rivera clicked on the next document, which showed a construction diagram. She reached out and clicked hard:

"Do you remember the Senator's slogan?"

Ethan took a sip of tequila: "Build a wall to keep all Mexican smugglers outside the border?"

"Yes, that's just a slogan, that's the purpose."

Rivera stretched out her hand and clicked on a few red dots on it, and sneered: "Building a wall is to cut off all channels for other drug dealers. They will secretly build several underground passages."

"According to the information in the document, these red dots are where they built the underground passage."

"As long as the wall is built, they will have a monopoly on the trade of exclusive products along this section of the border. Along these passages, exclusive products will continue to flow in."

"These passages will turn into golden mountains in time."