Chapter 260 Identity Exposed
Under the threat of gunpoint, Hood had to go back to the bed.

He picked up the clothes that had been thrown on the floor while looking to the other side of the bed out of the corner of his eye.

There, on a small cabinet there, was his police gun.

However, this special agent Phillips didn't give him a chance at all, and walked over to pick up his pistol:
"Glock 17, that's not your style."

Hood gritted his teeth and put on his boots: "Then what is my style?"

"Jewel thief, dare to pretend to be a sheriff, Colt M1911 is more suitable for your temperament." Phillips took out the handcuffs from his waist and threw them to Hood:
"Cuff yourself, I think you should be very proficient in using this thing."

Hood looked at the handcuffs and was stunned.

After so long, in fact, Hood really regarded himself as the sheriff in his heart.

It wasn't until the moment he got the handcuffs that he realized that he was a criminal from beginning to end.

This is a fact, a fact that can never be changed.

Phillips didn't show any impatience, but looked at him with interest.

For Phillips, catching people is not the goal.

What he enjoys is this process. Seeing all kinds of weird cases and feeling the struggle of human nature is his pleasure.

After a while, Hood resignedly handcuffed the silver bracelet behind his back.

Phillips stepped forward and squeezed it with his hand.

"Crack."

When the handcuffs were tightly locked on his wrists, Hood breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, as if a string that had been stretched was finally loosened.

Phillips put Hood's police badge and pistol in his pockets, and looked at the environment of the room:
"Have you ever heard a saying that by observing a man's residence, one can observe his heart."

Hood said dully: "I heard that, what do you want to say?"

"Obviously, this used to be a utility room." Phillips looked around. The room was full of messy tables, chairs and benches, covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Your heart is broken and you don't even bother to mend it."

"Let's go."

Phillips grabbed Hood's arm and walked out: "I hope you can find a little peace in prison."

As soon as he heard the key word prison, Hood's feet softened for no reason, and sweat oozes from his forehead. He insisted and asked:

"Where are you taking me?"

"Go straight back to Quantico, of course." Phillips pushed him with a pistol and signaled Hood to go downstairs:
"I'm saving you some dignity, you should thank me."

"Really? Thank you so much."

Quantico is where the FBI training base is located. Once you enter that place, there is basically no chance of escaping.

Hood walked down the stairs in a panic, looking sideways, hoping that Candy would come out and see him.

As long as Candy notifies a few other people, he still has a chance.

Unfortunately, Hood didn't see Candy until he was pushed into a black Chevrolet SUV by Phillips.

The vehicle started quickly and slowly left Banshee Town.

Special agent Phillips happily played rock music, shaking his head to the music.

"if you do not mind."

Hood thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think about how he was exposed. He must die to understand. He asked in a deep voice, "I want to know, how did you find me?"

Phillips saw Hood with a gloomy face in the rearview mirror, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Of course I don't mind. I specialize in a job in the bureau. I'm mainly responsible for investigating deaths and missing agents. Of course, you also know that missing is basically equal to death."

Hood thought of a person instantly, and said with a bitter face:

"Jim Racine."

"Bingo, that's right." Phillips snapped his fingers and nodded appreciatively:
"You are really smart. My trip was worth it."

"The dead can't speak, but the things left by the dead can speak. I found your file in the house of Special Agent Racine, and the content on it opened my eyes."

"Who would have thought that the anonymous diamond thief of the New York Police Department would turn into the sheriff of Banshee Town, Pennsylvania."

Dead people can't speak alive, he also said this to Ethan.

It sounds so ironic now.

I thought that I would buy more time, but unexpectedly, the mistake was on Jim Racine. He sighed:

"Believe it or not, I didn't kill Racine."

"It's okay, let's talk slowly when we go back."

Phillips glanced at the gas gauge, turned the steering wheel, and drove into the gas station on the side of the road.

After he filled up the gas, he opened the rear door:

"Come on, get out of the car."

Hood said blankly, "Are you going to let me go?"

"This joke is not funny at all." Phillips shook his head: "Hurry up and get out of the car to pee. It's still a long way from Quantico, and I won't stop in the middle."

Hood moved away. "Are you trying to tell me this is my last chance?"

Phillips smiled: "It's not wrong if you want to understand it this way."

The two walked towards the gas station together, and Hood was dazzled by the glare of the sun: "What if I try to do something?"

Phillips kept his hand on the handle of the gun: "I will shoot, yes."

"Okay, then I see."

Outside the gas station, a long-distance truck slowly drove up.

"laugh."

The sound of air brakes sounded, and the large truck with its long trunk stopped.

Phillips didn't take it seriously. This kind of long-distance truck can be seen everywhere.

He pushed Hood to the toilet on the side, and Hood couldn't find a chance to make a move until he finished using the toilet.

Phillips was tight-fisted and in control of the situation.

The two walked out of the toilet together and returned to the car.

From the nearby woods, two men suddenly sprang out. Under Phillips' horrified eyes, two flying needles were accurately nailed to his chest.

"Da da da."

There was a sound of electric current and muscle spasms. Phillips could no longer draw out the pistol, lost his ability to move and balance instantly, and fell to the ground.

Hood, who had also been shot, lay convulsively on the ground.

Two men sprang out from the bushes, one of them was wearing an exquisite British suit and his beard was neatly trimmed.

The man in the suit stepped forward and kicked Phillips and Hood in the face with his shiny leather shoes, causing them both to faint immediately.

After everyone else went out to patrol, Ethan stayed alone in the police station on duty.

With nothing to do, he picked up the yellow file bag with the FBI Confidential written on it.

Reaching out to take out the folder inside, he took a sip of coffee, put the folder on the table and opened it casually.

"Snapped."

Ethan slammed the folder back again. He collected himself and raised his head to look around.

(End of this chapter)

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