My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Two days ago."

In the conference room, the black suit pressed the remote control in his hand: "During a hostage rescue case, our agents came to a house."

"The house has no nominal connection to Diaz, but we know the house belongs to him."

On the glass wall, the projection cloth flashed.

Photos that make people feel creepy are constantly playing on it.

"An exchange of gunfire occurred between agents and the suspect."

The black suit touched the band-aid on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "The wooden wall was smashed, and we accidentally discovered these bodies."

In the photos, there are corpses.

The bodies were wrapped in plastic bags and stuffed side by side into the wall.

The walls were torn apart, and these people looked like the goods on the shelves, like blackened, rotten, and maggot-infested goods.

Here, people are worse than trash.

This scene made Ethan breathe quickly, and he had a very intuitive impression of the next opponent.

Since he was nominally here for Diaz, people from the Phoenix FBI branch warmly received him and then shared the intelligence they had on hand.

These pictures in front of you are the other party's latest masterpiece.

The case files at hand are thicker than bricks.

The people that the intelligence team usually dealt with were like children in front of the Mexican independence cartel.

"Fifteen bodies lined the corridor of the house."

The black suit held the remote control tightly and continued: "There are more than twenty bodies inside the wooden wall of the bedroom. After our inspection, most of them are Mexicans."

"The special police who came to support arrived at the scene."

He turned around and looked at Matt: "In the tool room outside the house, the person responsible for the search may have discovered something."

"or."

The man in the black suit touched the wound on his forehead and said in a muffled voice: "They touched something."

"clatter."

As the remote control is pressed, a huge pit appears on the screen.

The ground was full of body parts and fragments.

Ethan grabbed the cup and took a sip of coffee. The methods of these independent lords are really ruthless.

"In this explosion."

The black suit put down the remote control and sighed: "The Phoenix SWAT team is missing three people."

Phoenix is ​​also another name for Phoenix.

This kind of loss is indeed heavy enough.

"Thanks."

Matt took off his glasses and said seriously: "We are here just for Diaz this time."

"Thank you so much for your help."

As he spoke, he nodded to the white man sitting at the top of the table. He was the only person who knew his identity and was the director of the Phoenix FBI branch.

Dim lights turned on, and the conference room surrounded by glass walls became bright.

In addition to Ethan and Matt, there were five people sitting inside, including the supervisor and the black suit who was in charge of explaining just now.

Compared with these FBI, Ethan and the others seemed a little out of place.

Ethan's clothes are quite normal.

He was dressed in casual clothes suitable for sports, with combat boots on his feet.

Matt was a bit exaggerated. This guy was still wearing flip-flops and a gray short-sleeved shirt outside his white vest. People who didn't know better thought he was here for a trip.

"You're welcome."

The supervisor smiled and flipped through the information in his hand: "According to your request, I found two people to come over."

"Kate."

The silver-haired, hook-nosed supervisor said: "I have been in the kidnapping response team for three years since I joined the company. I have been working on the front line without any complaints."

"The case two days ago was the fifth time she participated in a gunfight."

"Her performance has been good."

Three years and five gunfights, Ethan blinked and looked through the information in his hand. The photo showed a brown-haired woman.

The appearance is very delicate, not very beautiful, but very attractive.

The bridge of the nose is high, the eyes look very energetic, and he looks very motivated.

Killed twice and wounded three times.

Well, for ordinary agents, this record is considered acceptable.

"It's really good for a newcomer." Matt glanced at Ethan, who had his head lowered, and sighed secretly, and then asked a question he was concerned about: "Has she never led a case investigation?"

"No." The supervisor shook his head: "They have always been action personnel."

"uh-huh."

Matt nodded and smiled: "I'm starting to like her now."

"What about the other guy?"

Ethan looked at the next page, and the photo on the back showed an old black man.

Thick lips, wide nose.

His eyes were firm and he looked a bit tough.

"Reggie."

The supervisor opened the information and continued to introduce: "He is Kate's partner. The two of them were responsible for rescuing the hostages in the case two days ago. They have been here for a year and a half now."

"Served in Iraq, smart guy."

"Has a law degree from the University of North Carolina. I'm also new, but my abilities are great."

He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee: "After what happened in the past two days, no matter who you choose, they will be happy to cooperate with you to arrest Diaz."

The supervisor's eyes flashed as he spoke.

He knew very well in his heart why the person in front of him came here.

They do belong to different organizations and often have conflicts.

But there is no ambiguity when it comes to cooperation. Not everything in the world is done in accordance with the regulations.

Therefore, he did not resist the other party's arrival.

As long as he can help bring down this independence trafficking network, it is good news for him. Of course, there will be some exchange of interests behind it, that's for sure.

"Understood."

Matt looked at the resume in his hand and had already made a decision in his heart.

This time we only need an obedient person, not a smart person. To put it cruelly, they come here just to choose a background board.

He turned sideways and whispered to Ethan:

"What do you think?"

"Kate."

Ethan gives his opinion.

His idea was simpler. Since it didn't matter who he chose, why not choose a woman? Kate actually looked pretty good.

Keeping it by your side makes you happy when doing things.

"Kate."

When Matt heard this, he immediately told his supervisor his choice with a smile.

"no problem."

The supervisor put down his cup and looked to the side.

The man in the black suit just walked out of the conference room immediately. While they were having the meeting, there were two people, one black and one white, sitting outside, nervously waiting to be summoned.

After a few simple exchanges, a white woman in a black suit walked in.

Ethan's eyes lit up when he saw the real person.

Jeans, gray jacket, tall and straight figure.

Kate stood near the door, facing the gazes of a group of superiors. She put her hands in front of her, her expression somewhat nervous.

The whole person is about 1.7 meters tall, with a fragile yet tough temperament.

"Kate."

The white man wearing a shirt opposite looked at his direct subordinates: "You should be very clear about what happened in the past two days."

"This Diaz, what do you know about him?"

"Um."

Kate calmed down and said quickly: "Although the previous property was not in Diaz's name, everyone knew that it was his place."

"The people inside, I suspect it was his men who did it."

Thinking of what happened before, she gritted her teeth: "There are some rumors that Diaz has a close relationship with the Mexican independence cartel."

"That's all I know about him."

"good."

Matt put on his glasses and looked at the female agent with interest: "However, there is no very close relationship. Diaz is the top executive of the independence cartel."

"Feel sorry."

Kate looked at Ethan first, and then said to Matt: "I'm from the hostage rescue team, so unique products are not my specialty."

His tone was neither arrogant nor humble, but he seemed calm.

She is not embarrassed at all about the inaccuracies in her information. People are not omniscient and omnipotent.

"Well, it's okay."

Matt waved his hand and closed the case file in his hand: "How about it, are you interested in catching Diaz with me?"

"ah?"

Kate was stunned. She didn't expect that she was called in because of this matter.

I don't even know who this person is.

She turned to look at the branch manager, her eyes full of confusion.

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