My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Scorching sun, sand and dust.

Kate felt that the air she breathed was extremely hot.

That feeling made her feel restless.

Footsteps sounded, and the people behind were approaching. Kate turned around and saw Ethan, and took a step back in a hurry.

"Do you think we are cruel?"

Ethan blew out a stream of smoke and hit her face: "Is the method too cruel?"

"cough."

Kate choked and waved her hand to disperse the smoke.

She said nothing, just stared at Ethan.

"Those special police officers who were killed in the Phoenix City bombing are people you know, right?" Ethan shrugged, biting a cigarette and asked: "There were dozens of corpses hidden in the house you found, right?"

"if I recall it correctly."

Spreading his hands, he continued: "There are men, women, old people, and children inside."

"Do you think they are pitiful?"

"Do they have a chance to feel sorry for themselves?"

Seeing Kate's face turn red, Ethan was about to turn around and leave.

"Hey."

Kate spoke and said in a low voice: "Can you give me a cigarette?"

"Um."

Ethan shrugged, shook out a cigarette and gave it to her.

"Click."

The lighter was lit, and Kate leaned over the flame and took a deep breath. After choking, she took a big gulp.

"I did not mean that."

Her hand holding the cigarette was still trembling slightly: "What on earth do you do?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly puffed on her cigarette again.

The puffs of smoke dispersed with the wind.

The action of holding the cigarette is very experienced, but the sucking is a bit unfamiliar. It seems that he must have quit smoking for a while.

"It's okay, I know you haven't gotten used to it yet."

It was hard to directly say that others were frightened. Ethan smiled: "But you need to adapt as soon as possible. There is nothing kind to say to these people. Think about what you found inside the wall."

"They will not receive the mercy that is theirs."

"As for what identity."

He waved his hands and strode into the base: "Just think of me as a cleaner."

Kate stood there, looking at each other blankly.

She said nothing more, just puffed away at the cigarette in her hand, and the smoke rose, covering her face.

Inside the base, it was cool.

Ethan put together a few chairs in the conference room and lay down, playing a game out of boredom. Next to him, Sandro kept snoring. This guy also said he could fall asleep.

Subtle footsteps sounded, and Kate walked in.

She sat down against the wall and played with her phone.

From time to time he looked up at Ethan, his eyes were bright and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Bump."

In the past hour or so, there was a knock on the conference room door.

The sound made Sandro suddenly turn over and sit up, looking around warily.

Good guy, Ethan felt that he was already tight enough, and compared with him, it was not worth mentioning.

"Ready."

Matt nodded to the two of them and walked aside.

It was time for interrogation. Ethan put away his phone and stood up quickly. Sandro rubbed his face and quickly followed.

Later, Kate didn't want to stay in the conference room by herself.

Turning down the corridor, Matt walked into a room guarded by two soldiers.

Sandro's steps suddenly stopped.

Next to it is a drinking fountain and several cans of bottled water on the floor.

He thought for a while, reached out to lift the bottle of water, and strode towards the room with fierce energy.

"Hey."

Ethan moved his steps and blocked Kate: "There are many interesting places in the base, why don't you go visit them."

It looks like a discussion, but in fact there is no room for disagreement.

As soon as Sandro picked up the bucket of water, Ethan immediately knew what he wanted to do. This kind of thing was even more inappropriate for Kate to see.

Otherwise, she would never be able to accept it.

This method of torture and interrogation is a bit anti-human to be honest.

Besides, the information that will be asked later is not suitable for her to hear. Some things must be concealed.

"What do you want to do?"

Kate was stopped, her expression a little stiff.

"take it easy."

Ethan smiled and nodded: "We were just chatting with him."

Kate was not stupid. When she saw the bucket of water that Sandro picked up just now, she immediately thought of a cruel and inhumane interrogation method in the legend, and that method was commonly used by the CIA.

At that moment, she determined that these people were the CIA.

It's just that at this time, she didn't have any power or conditions to stop the other party, and she also understood that she had no say in this team.

She gritted her teeth and turned to leave.

Deep down, she knew that these monopolies would not give in so easily.

Ethan nodded to the two soldiers and pushed the door open.

In the empty room, there was a chair in the middle, and Guillermo was sitting on it. He had a typical Mexican appearance, with thick arms and a round waist.

Long black hair, tied into braids.

This guy pursed his lips and stared at Sandro standing in front of him.

On the side of the room is a long stainless steel table.

Matt and the man with glasses were sitting on it. The former looked at Guillermo with interest, and was very interested in what happened next.

"never mind."

The man with glasses shook his head and jumped off the table: "Although I really want to watch it, I want to have a good sleep tonight."

"You play."

He bumped fists with Ethan, chewed gum and walked out of the room.

Now, there are only three people left inside.

Matt saw a bundle of ropes in the corner of the room and nodded with satisfaction, it saved him trouble.

"clatter."

Ethan lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall to watch.

It was very quiet in the empty room, and Guillermo's heavy breathing could be heard.

"Boom."

Sandro put the bucket down with a dull thud.

"Mexican, do you know me?" He walked up to Guillermo, grabbed his hair, and said with cold eyes: "How are you, you didn't expect us to bring you here, did you?"

As he spoke, he moved his body forward, pressing the other person tightly.

In a very humiliating way.

After a few seconds, Guillermo twitched the corners of his mouth and replied disdainfully: "Of course, Sandro from Colombia, the legendary mass murderer."

"What, have the Medellins fallen so low as to cooperate with the CIA?"

"Um?"

Matt smiled and scratched his nose: "How do you know I'm from the Intelligence Agency?"

"Pooh."

Guillermo spat on the ground, looked at Matt and gritted his teeth and said, "I can smell the stench on you people from hundreds of meters away."

"I didn't expect that I would provoke you all."

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he said in a dull voice: "My people didn't die unjustly."

"I'm curious, what do you want to know?"

Guillermo heard all the gunshots that broke out just now.

There was such a fierce exchange of fire, but they still managed to take him away. The arrangement of these people was unusual. They had gone through so much effort, so they couldn't have come to drink coffee with him.