My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 261
Alma was knitting a sweater at the front desk in the distance, with two long needles flying in her hand, she didn't notice the movement just now.

After confirming that he was the only one beside him, Ethan let out a sigh of relief.

He slowly opened the folder again, and there were two printed documents on the left and right.

On both sides is a photo of the same person, but in the opposite background.

On the left is a photo of Hood in prison, holding a sign in his hand.

On the right is Hood's entry photo, and the five-pointed police badge on his chest is extremely dazzling.

Below the photo are also two diametrically opposed documents, one with criminal records and the other with job experience.

I looked into the file bag again, and there was a video tape in it. Needless to say, it was the interrogation record.

After thinking about it, Ethan put the folder back into the bag, carefully placed it in the drawer, and locked it with a key.

He took out his mobile phone and called Hood, but no one answered.

During this period of time, Hood is no longer as unreliable as before, and he can basically be contacted,

But now I have made three phone calls, all of which have been transferred to the voice mailbox.

He put away his phone and walked to the front desk.

"Alma, do you still have any memory of the person who brought the file bag today?"

"Yes, I have."

Alma put down the long needle in his hand, thought for a while and said: "A white man in his 40s, thin, bald, and looks smiling."

"Did he leave any words?" Ethan continued to ask.

"No."

Alma shook her head: "Just asked me to hand over the things to the serving police officer, what's wrong with him?"

"fine."

Ethan tapped the front desk a few times with his fingers, then asked, "What kind of car is that person driving?"

Alma thought for a while, and said with certainty: "It's the kind that FBI agents usually drive, a black Chevrolet SUV."

"Okay, thank you."

Ethan turned and walked outside: "I'll go out for a while, call me if I need anything."

"Ok, no problem."

Alma shook her head when she saw him in a hurry, and continued to unbutton her sweater.

Crown Victoria drove quickly to the Davis bar, and Ethan ran along the wooden stairs to the second floor of the barn.

The door was ajar, and there was no one inside.

On the bedside cabinet, there was still a small half bottle of whiskey left. Hood's wallet was still on it, but the pistol and police badge were gone.

He reached out and touched the inside of the quilt, and there was still a trace of warmth.

It seemed that something had happened to Hood, and he had just been taken away.

The person who handed over the documents to Alma must be an FBI agent who discovered Hood's identity. Before he took Hood away, he deliberately left a piece of evidence at the police station.

I have to say that this person is thoughtful enough.

Ethan thought for a while, and quickly left the utility room on the second floor of the barn.

All friends, if you can still catch up with that black Chevrolet SUV, you are lucky for Hood, and you will find a way to save him.

But at this time, it is estimated that the agent has gone far, and he can only do his best and obey the destiny.

Quickly walk down the stairs and toward the police car.

"Whoa."

There was a sound of pouring water behind the Davis bar, and Ethan stopped, wanting to ask Candy if he had noticed any movement.

Just when he was in a daze, two figures suddenly appeared behind the police car.

"puff."

Ethan's thoughts were messed up, and he was defenseless at all, and was quickly nailed to him by two flying needles.

"Da da da."

After the Taser was fired, waves of electric current frantically stimulated Ethan's body.

It was the first time for Ethan to experience this kind of strength, and he felt that all the muscles in his body were twitching and becoming convulsive.

"Shet."

He tried his best to control his body, and quickly fumbled for the holster around his waist.

As soon as he touched the handle of the gun, another person also raised the Taser gun in his hand and slammed the trigger on Ethan.

"Pfft." After a soft sound, two more flying needles appeared on his body.

"Da da da."

Ethan couldn't control it anymore and knelt down on one knee.

He watched helplessly as the two men in suits walked forward quickly, swung their sticks and hit him.

His vision went dark, and he passed out simply.

I don't know how long it took, but Ethan woke up faintly.

A sack was wrapped around his head, and he couldn't see anything except for the faint light, and there were people walking around from time to time.

He felt it for a while, but he didn't know where he was, the whole space was shaking slightly.

The hands and feet tried to use force but they didn't know what was firmly fixed on them. They could only move a little bit, and there was a soft sound.

"What a surprise."

A voice with a British accent sounded: "We welcome the first guest to wake up."

"Shh."

The burlap bag was grabbed by someone, and it hurt his ears, but Ethan didn't care so much, and squinted his eyes to look at the environment he was in.

He was tied to a sofa chair with thick cable ties, and the room was furnished like an office area, with a large sofa next to it.

There is a small table in the middle, and inside is a maroon desk.

There was an old woman with long black hair sitting behind the desk. She noticed Ethan's gaze shifted over, immediately smiled, and pointed to the wine cabinet behind:

"Mr. Morgan, good morning."

"Do you need something to drink, coffee, tea, or something stronger?"

"Whiskey, please."

Ethan answered her unceremoniously, and continued to move his eyes.

Opposite him, two people were also tied up, with small sacks on their heads, and their hands and feet were also fixed on chairs.

Ethan sighed, brothers and sisters, both are alive.

One of the people who was tied up knew that it was Hood just by looking at his figure and clothes, so he didn't have to think about finding him.

There are two other people in the office.

A suit and vest, with a bushy beard and a burly figure, he doesn't look easy to mess with.

The other person was wearing a black suit, leaning against the wall beside him with his hands folded on his chest, his eyes were cold.

He was the one who jumped out from behind the police car just now and shot himself.

Their figures were shaking slightly, and if they guessed correctly, they were on a moving truck.

The old lady quickly came over with half a glass of wine, smiling and looking amiable.

"Thank you."

He opened his mouth slightly to test the attitude of the other party.

"puff."

The half glass of bourbon was splashed head-on, but Ethan quickly turned his head to avoid it.

His body was filled with the smell of whiskey, but it was better than splashing in his eyes.

"you are welcome."

The old woman saluted him with a wine glass, and walked slowly back to the desk. Seeing this scene, the two people next to her burst into laughter.

The bearded man smiled and walked to the side.

He reached out to the two who were bound, and roughly tore off the sack covering their heads. One of them turned out to be Hood.

A piece of his nose was broken, and his beard was stained red by nosebleeds.

(End of this chapter)