My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Under the influence of panic and fear, Mrs. Weber was already in a trance.

My eyes were squinted by the sun, and it turned dark for a while.

After a few seconds, she could clearly see the person lying on it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

There was a muffled groan, and she struggled violently, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes.

The chair creaked as she moved.

"If you want to die, just keep moving."

Ethan opened the transom and reminded: "If you want to live, just stay quiet."

This choice was easy to make. Mrs. Weber immediately did not dare to make any movement, but her chest was heaving violently.

According to the information, she is thirty-nine years old.

I didn’t expect that I still maintain such a good figure, but my skin is relatively bad.

Ethan glanced around and continued:

"Listen, I need you to stay calm. You should know that something is installed on you."

"We'll go down right away and help you dismantle the things."

Staring into the woman's eyes, he emphasized: "My requirements for you are very low. Sit quietly and nod when you understand."

I didn't mention the bomb so as not to arouse her emotions.

Things need to be communicated first, otherwise she will get into trouble later if she messes up.

I am upstairs, there is no way I can die.

It's hard to tell the commander. In order to prevent him from being shattered to pieces, these words must be explained clearly in advance.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Weber nodded quickly.

"okay."

Ethan patted the commander: "Go down, I wish you good luck."

Holding the rope with both hands, he quickly wrapped it around his arms several times, spread his feet, stepped on the floor with one foot, and stepped firmly on the steel frame structure of the glass cover with the other foot.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

Looking at the opponent's slightly thin body, the commander's voice trembled.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Ethan grabbed the rope and lifted his feet up.

Come on, there is nothing more to say. The commander gritted his teeth, held the air window with both hands, held his breath, turned over and crawled inside.

As his hands loosened, Ethan's hands also sank.

Although the weight was heavy, it was within his acceptable range. Ethan gritted his teeth, alternated his hands and quickly lowered the rope, and the commander slowly descended from the ceiling.

Mrs. Webber, although no longer moving, was still watching.

I thought that the people above would find a place to come down, but I didn't expect that they would start descending with a rope hanging on them.

This move made her eyes widen.

The chest also rose and fell more rapidly.

The commander had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery. Even though his head was upside down, he still nervously looked at the situation inside the room.

There are several cabinets around.

I don't know if there is a hidden shotgun inside.

"alright."

The position was almost there, he shouted quickly, and the speed of descent immediately stopped. The commander stretched out his hand and hooked it to the side, but he was still nearly one meter away from touching the back of the chair.

In mid-air, he couldn't borrow any strength.

A few fingers could only pull in vain, and I broke out in a cold sweat for a while.

"Hmm."

Mrs. Weber groaned a few times when she saw this.

After attracting the other person's attention, she looked up hard and rolled her eyes.

"Can you swing it to the side?"

The commander was ashamed and shouted at the top.

As soon as the sound came out, he felt his body being shaken. Finding the right moment, he quickly reached out and grabbed the back of the chair to stabilize himself.

"alright."

He shouted again, sighing at the other's strength.

Ethan had already seen the embarrassment just now.

Just adjusting the force will take a few seconds.

The commander calmed down, looked at the C4 bomb behind Mrs. Weber, and began to think about countermeasures.

After a few seconds, I made up my mind.

In this situation, we must be quick, and we don’t know how long the people above can hold on.

Although the current action is very awkward, York is not a professional after all. He can still easily solve a bomb of this level.

Without enough time to comfort Mrs. Weber, the commander immediately removed the tool.

Seeing the other party move his hand, Ethan held the rope firmly and adjusted his breathing evenly.

In just a moment, the commander held the back of the chair with one hand, and slowly pulled out the detonator with the other hand. His fingers were so steady that it didn't look like it was upside down or swaying at all.

C4 without a detonator is just a piece of plasticine.

Carefully put the detonator into his pocket, remove all the remaining items, then take out a knife and cut the rope around the woman.

Finally, the commander carefully tore off the tape on her mouth:

"You're okay, but you can't move around yet."

"There may be other traps in the house. I need you to sit down first and I will rescue you later. Do you understand?"

"clear."

Mrs. Weber nodded quickly and said with a cry: "Hurry up, I need to pee."

"Oh, okay~"

The commander didn't know what to say, so he could only gesture helplessly at the top.

When Ethan saw this, he immediately stretched his arms.

After holding on for so long, he still broke out into a thin layer of sweat despite his strength.

A few seconds later, he pulled the commander up smoothly with a sudden tug. After he exited the transom, he was finally able to let go of his hands and ease up.

The other party was not idle and quickly untied the rope tied to his feet.

Next, throw it inside.

After another operation, Mrs. Weber was successfully pulled out of danger.

As soon as she breathed the free air again, she ran quickly to the side without stopping.

As soon as his pants were taken off, the sound of torrent sounded.

"You didn't see anything."

Mrs. Weber covered her hands with her hands and sobbed loudly, and then stopped crying.

There is nothing interesting about this kind of picture.

Moreover, it is already miserable enough for the other party to encounter this kind of thing. There is no need to take advantage of others' danger and do villainous things.

"Eileen."

Turning around, Ethan grabbed his phone: "The hostages have been found and rescued."

"Go upstairs alone and bring some clothes."

"By the way, there's also toilet paper."

"Know."

Irene's excited voice came from the other side, and the call was quickly hung up.

"You can't tell." The commander pinched Ethan's arm and raised his eyebrows and said, "You are quite strong."

"please tell me."

Ethan shrank back: "You are not a man who likes fencing."

"What's wrong?" The commander laughed:

"Do you discriminate?"

“I don’t discriminate against fencing.”

Ethan frowned and said, "I only discriminate against people who want to fence with me."

"Hahaha."

The commander laughed loudly and threw the things in his hands to Ethan: "You are such a good and interesting person."

"These things are the components of bombs."

"If I'm not mistaken, there will be that bastard's fingerprints on it."

"Go ahead and give him a life sentence."

C4, detonators, wires and a mobile phone. Fingerprints can be clearly seen on the screen.

However, Ethan's attention was not on the fingerprints.

The existing evidence is enough to crucify York, even if he is a lunatic.

"this thing?"

He raised his phone and looked at the commander in confusion.

"Detonator."

The commander nodded and explained: "As long as the call is connected, it will detonate directly, or start a countdown."

Thinking of the phone number just now, Ethan smiled dumbly.

Most people can't control their curiosity. If the call is made, they will fall into the other party's trap.

York, the bastard, is quite thoughtful.

The matter was resolved and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning to the police station, Ethan immediately led people to the interrogation room. When he was at the door, he stopped.

"You guys just wait."

Looking at the two patrolmen behind him, he gave an order.

People from the intelligence team walked into the next room one after another. Through the one-way glass, they could see that York was very restless. After waiting for him for a while, this guy could no longer hold himself back.

"Click."

As the door was pushed open, York became energetic at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But when he saw it was Ethan, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly became unconcerned.

If you are not afraid of death, you have nothing to fear.

"York."

Ethan pulled up a chair and sat down, and asked with a solemn expression: "We have already investigated your matter clearly. You just want to take revenge on Professor Weber."

"I can understand, after all, he gave up on you when you needed him most."

He knocked on the table and sighed again:

"But I don't understand, what did Mrs. Webb do wrong?"

"What did his son and mentor do wrong? Just because you want to prove that you are right, to prove that Professor Weber is wrong, you want to kill those two people?"

Hearing these words, York's mood did not fluctuate sharply.

He just looked at Ethan with a smile and no words to refute at all.

He looks like a lunatic.

"What does this note mean?" Ethan took out the note that York left in his wallet and slowly unfolded it: "What do you want to use it for?"

York's eyes lit up when he saw the paper.

At the same time, the expression is quite pleasant.

Everyone in the observation room laughed lightly when they saw his actions.

It's fun to play with someone who thinks he has everything under control, and it's also full of bad taste.

York, still silent.

He still looked at Ethan with a smile, pretending to be guessing.

"Did not say?"

Ethan took out his cigarette case and lighter, shrugged and took out a cigarette: "Forget it if you don't say anything, my curiosity is not that strong."

"Click."

The flame of the lighter caught the note.

The flames spread quickly, and the flames danced on the stainless steel table.

York's expression also became stiff.

Ethan put the cigarette close to the flame, lit it, took a few puffs, and puffs of smoke came out, then threw the note on the table and watched it burn to ashes.

"Do you really want to ask why?"

Ethan looked at the other person's twitching eyebrows and grinned: "Do you really want to see us beg you?"

"Think you're smart?"

“Feel like you have everything under control?”

He took out some bomb components from his pocket and threw them on the table: "What do you think? Do these things look familiar?"

Looking at York's face that gradually became ferocious, Ethan chuckled:

"beg me!"

He shrugged and smiled at the lunatic: "If you beg me, I'll tell you what happened."

"or."

"Dong dong."

Tapping his fingers on the table, Ethan said with a smile: "You still want to tell your plan proudly, and then you see the shocked look on my face."

"bring it on."

He blew a puff of smoke into York's face: "I'll give you this chance to perform."

There is nothing worse than killing someone and killing someone's heart.

York's face was as red as pig liver.

His fingers were also trembling.

Heavy breathing resounded throughout the interrogation room. York stared at Ethan, his lips trembling and said, "Please, how did you find her?"

"Hahaha."

Ethan laughed heartily, shook his head and put away the objects on the table.

He stood up and walked to the interrogation room door and opened it.

"I won't let you talk about what you want to say. I have no interest in knowing at all."

Ethan put one hand in his pocket, held a cigarette and waved his hand, saying nonchalantly: "I won't tell you what you want to know. Go to the prison and have a good time. I hope you can find the answer."

At his signal, two patrol officers walked quickly into the interrogation room.

"tell me!"

York held back a big move, but ended up firing a blank shot. Now he was humiliated again. He was extremely sad and angry: "Asshole, tell me how you found this person."

Ethan followed his example and just smiled.

The level of ridicule is directly maxed out.

"Asshole, tell me."

York struggled desperately, and only two strong men could barely control him.

With bloodshot eyes, he continued to roar:

"tell me!"

The patrolman ignored him, put handcuffs on him, and dragged the guy outside.

People in the observation room also walked out one after another.

These guys looked at York with sarcasm, and Rusek gave him two thumbs up.

He wanted to make others a joke, but ended up becoming a joke himself. York felt a sharp pain in his chest. He suppressed it until his face turned red. While struggling, he let out a shrill scream.

"ah!!!"

"puff."

A mouthful of blood mist sprayed onto the ground.

Good guy, this really shocked Ethan. This was the first time he saw a person vomiting blood in anger. It was really enlightening.

The sad and angry curses gradually faded away, and the laughter of the intelligence team also sounded one after another.

Not only Ethan, they are also rare.

"Clean it up."

Pointing to the blood on the ground, Ethan shook his head and walked forward.

It would be useless if he caught this kind of person. The jail he would encounter next was completely within the scope of York's plan, and he didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

What York cares about is whether his plan can be realized.

What he did was going to make that guy suffer even more than being in jail, and this feeling of suffocation would become a lingering shadow for him.

The case comes to an end here.

The next step is nothing more than handling some follow-up matters and letting others do their work.

Returning to his seat, Ethan made up his mind.

I took a sip of coffee, opened the drawer, found the leave request note, and started writing quickly.

"I'm going on vacation."

After writing a few words, his pen tip stopped, and he wanted to write something else.

By the way, there's still time.

The tip of the pen wandered around and I wrote casually for two or three days.

Um.

Looking at the leave request, Ethan nodded with satisfaction and threw it aside.