My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 163 Rejection
After Ethan approached, Racine immediately smelled a strong smell of blood on his body.

He shaved his cheek with the hand that held the cigarette, and took the beer.

"Is it really that fucked up?"

Ethan shrugged and led him to the rear of the pickup truck, and lifted one of the quilts inside.

"It's more fucked up than you think."

Racine looked at the disemboweled man inside and sprayed the beer from his mouth.

But he didn't work as an agent for decades. Racine nodded, and immediately reached into his pocket, took out his cell phone, and called.

Under his arrangement, not long after, six black Chevrolet SUVs stopped at the intersection with flashing police lights, and the people inside got out of the cars one after another.

In addition to the field personnel wearing FBI logo jackets, Racine also called in a SWAT team to support.

Under Racine's arrangement, Dahlia and the three of them left in a car with a black female detective.

Looking at their leaving figures, Ethan showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, he asked them all to put the gold in his place just now, and he also found a chance to throw the gold into the space.

Otherwise, in front of these sharp-eyed agents, these girls would not be able to stand up.

Ethan made a statement with them in advance, and told most of the things truthfully, only needing to hide a few details.

"Come on, lead the way."

Racine lit a cigarette and got into the car first. Under Ethan's guidance, the Chevrolet SUV team returned to the river bank.

More than a dozen FBI agents shuttled back and forth between several wooden houses, one by one the corpses were carried out, and a dirt pit was found behind several houses, which was full of bones.

From time to time, one or two young-looking detectives rushed out of the wooden house, throwing up against the wall.

Ethan leaned against the hood, the corners of his mouth twitching.

He realized something was wrong again, quickly put away his smile, and bit his cigarette.

Racine's face was blue and white, and his eyes were not friendly. He stood up straight and roared loudly:
"Bastard, you are under that idiot."

"Hurry up and swallow what's in your mouth, otherwise, believe it or not, I'll let you deal with corpses every day."

Under his roar, the young detective with a pale face hastily wiped the corners of his mouth, and ran back into the house with hurried steps.

Ethan lit his cigarette, and the flame danced.

His keen sixth sense noticed that from time to time someone cast their eyes on him.

When he raised his head, the person looking at him quickly shifted his gaze again.

At this time, a man wearing an FBI field jacket came over, adjusted his glasses, and politely asked Ethan:

"Is that all?"

Ethan looked at the dozens of corpses in front of him and shook his head.

He pointed to the woods on the nearby hillside, "walk up the hill for about three hours, and you will see a watchtower with eight people on it."

The FBI in front of him simply took off his glasses, and he asked with a puzzled face:
"Are you really a town policeman?"

Ethan spread his hands and shrugged.

When the spectacle inspector walked away with an unbelievable expression, Racine tapped the cigarette case lightly. After thinking for a while, he said decisively:
"How about it, are you interested in joining us?"

"FBI?"

Racine took a deep breath and replied with great interest:

"Yes, I remember that your father also wears a uniform. If you are interested, I would very much welcome it."

Although Racine knew that he didn't have much time to live, he was still happy to see the talent, and couldn't help but want to recruit Ethan for his department.

Talents who can play and punch are urgently needed in any department.

Ethan shook his head and declined politely:

"Thank you, I am still very satisfied with the current situation, and I will talk about it later when I have a chance."

Racine patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Okay, anyway, you have my phone number, don't worry, I will take care of it here."

This time, Ethan skipped the local police station and reported the matter to him directly, which is equivalent to giving him a big credit.

In exchange, he needs to help suppress some things.

After Ethan explained the situation at the scene clearly, Racine asked the glasses detective just now to send him back to rest.

After a day and a night of tossing, Ethan also felt lack of energy, and fell asleep while sitting in the car.

I don't know how long it took before he was woken up by detective glasses.

At this time, the vehicle stopped in front of a two-storey wooden house, and there was a black Chevrolet SUV parked inside. Ethan rubbed his eyes and got out of the car.

This is a remote community, and the sound of car horns can be faintly heard.

Looking at the lights coming from the house, and the signs of civilization in front of his eyes, Ethan also relaxed at this moment.

In a short time, he no longer wanted to drill into the deep mountains and old forests.

He knocked on the door, and after a short wait, a female FBI agent in a field uniform opened the door.

She glanced at Ethan a few times and stepped aside.

"What about them?"

Ethan asked.

"The second floor, rest on it."

The black female detective went back to the sofa, sat down, and picked up the newspaper.

Detective Spectacles wanted to pat him on the back, but Ethan looked over, his hand stopped in the air, and said embarrassingly:
"Go and rest too, at least take a hot bath."

When Ethan walked up the stairs, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa.

Before he could sit still, the black female detective quickly put down the newspaper and asked curiously:

"Is it really a cannibal mountain people?"

Detective Spectacles nodded, saw Ethan's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, and whispered: "More than 20 people, let him kill them all."

"Shet."

The black female detective suddenly gasped. There are quite a few fierce people in the FBI, but such ones are rare, let alone such a handsome young man.

Ethan walked up to the second floor, and there were two doors in the corridor.

After hesitating for a moment, he went directly to the room with the open door, threw the backpack behind him on the ground, and made a muffled sound.

He went straight to the liquor cabinet, where there were bottles of brandy.

He took out a bottle of brandy, opened the cap and drank a big gulp, the low-quality liquor was pungent and choked his nose.

There is only one big bed in the room, next to it is a transparent shower room.

Seeing the shower room, Ethan immediately felt that his body smelled unbearably sour. He quickly took off his stinky clothes and walked towards the shower room with the wine bottle.

Reaching out to turn on the shower, hot water washed over his body, making him snort comfortably.

The mist was steaming, and Ethan took a sip enjoying the wine bottle.

"Ethan?"

Just after taking a few sips of wine, there was a low cry of surprise outside.

Ethan wiped off the drops of water on his face, and poked his head out of the shower. Carly was standing at the door, her delicate face was full of surprises.

She was wearing a white bathrobe, her black hair was wet, and she looked like she had just taken a shower.

Ethan grinned at Carly, shaking the wet bottle in his hand.

Carly glanced back, then quickly took off her bathrobe.

The wheat-colored skin looks extremely delicate, there is no trace of fat on the whole body, the curves of the body are undulating, and the whole person is full of youthful breath.

She didn't hesitate, she smiled happily and rushed towards Ethan.

Not long after, a violent impact sounded.

(End of this chapter)