My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 262
Hood's head drooped, still in a coma.

The same goes for the other person, his face is purple and blue.

There is no mirror now, but Ethan feels that he should not be much better than them, and there are bursts of pain on his face.

These bastards beat people in the face.

The black suit raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The boss will be ready soon, wake them up."

"no problem."

The bearded man nodded and raised his thick arms.

"Snapped."

A big slap hit Hood in the face.

He trembled violently, and opened his eyes in a daze.

The bearded man walked up to the man next to Hood, and slapped him with the same big slap.

Wearing a cheap black suit, the thin, slightly balding man must have been the FBI agent who had taken Hood away.

Ethan gritted his teeth, luckily he woke up early.

Otherwise, you will be punished severely.

Taking advantage of the two people's attention not on him, he shook his body vigorously and found that the chair was not fixed on the floor.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he would make a bigger move.

Let's take a look at the situation now. I don't know who caught him with Hood and the FBI.

After Hood woke up, he quickly looked at the surrounding environment.

When he saw Ethan sitting across from him, tied to the chair, his eyes were obviously stunned.

But now is not the time to reminisce about the past, Hood quickly understood the current situation, did not make unnecessary struggles, and waited while panting heavily.

Phillips endured the pain from the sidelines without saying a word.

Since these people have the guts to kidnap people from the FBI, they are not afraid of his threats, and these people in front of them all showed their faces.

Phillips understood what this meant. He met a real gangster, a gangster who didn't care about his identity at all.

He knew very well that many agents of the Bureau of Investigation disappeared every year, but now he was the one who was unlucky.

Phillips remained calm on the surface, but panicked in his heart.

Just as the scene fell into silence, the wooden door next to the desk was opened.

A cane came first, poking firmly into the ground.

The wooden door was shrouded in shadows, and soon it was almost full again. A tall and fat man weighing more than 300 kilograms walked out of the wooden door sideways.

Regardless of his unusually large stature, he was wearing a very well-fitting suit.

In the light gray suit, he also put on a vest. His thick curly hair was black and shiny, and his mustache was combed up. He looked meticulous.

He stepped on the wooden floor creaking and walked to the desk panting heavily.

The tall, fat man in a custom-made suit looked around at a few of them, and then made a deep voice:
"Gentlemen, I am sorry to have kept you waiting."

He took a step forward with his cane: "I hope my men can make you feel as comfortable as at home."

The black suit stood up straight, walked quickly behind the visitor, and moved a large single sofa.

"As you can see, for someone my size, comfort is the most important thing."

Someone poked the cane:
"It's just that the doctor advised me to travel frequently to stay healthy."

"No way, I still have to listen to the doctor's words, so I got on the truck and started to live around."

Ethan's eyes flickered, as if he had guessed who the fat man in front of him was.

Hood coughed, raised his head and said with a smile:

"Maybe, I'm suggesting, maybe you can try the salad, it tastes pretty good too."

Phillips looked at Hood in surprise, for fear that the other party would lose his temper.

Ethan grinned and shook his head.

He was used to Hood like this, and he wanted to die from time to time, as if it would bring him pleasure.

Sure enough, the bearded man standing behind Hood quickly walked in front of him, and slapped him again.

"Snapped."

After a crisp sound, the corners of Hood's mouth swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few drops of blood even flew onto Ethan's face, which was still warm.

"Boom."

The cane hit the floor heavily: "Stop, you can't do this, it's too rude."

"Yes, boss."

The bearded man stopped what he wanted to continue, and walked back to the corner of the wall.

"It's not polite for you to make fun of others by being fat. It's not right." The fat man said to Hood solemnly.

Hood spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and said:

"Why don't you introduce yourself, the polite gentleman."

The visitor handed the cane to the old woman standing aside, and took off her coat with the help of the black suit.

He tugged his pants, took the cane, and then sat down on the large sofa:
"My name is Raymond Walton Brantley."

The moment the visitor spoke his name, there were different expressions on the scene. Special Agent Phillips remembered something, and his face was ashen.

Hood looked confused, why is this name so familiar.

Brantly turned his non-existent neck and looked at the expressionless Ethan:
"Mr. Morgan, I think you know who I am?"

Hood's brain was awakened in an instant, and he remembered this familiar name. Lux Hood's son Jason Hood fled to Banshee Town just to avoid this person.

Ethan also came to Banshee Town to work as a town policeman in order to escape Brantly's pursuit.

Unexpectedly, now the other party actually came to the door.

Ethan raised his head, chuckled and said:

"Of course I have an impression of you, Mr. Brantly. I have to say that your eyesight is very good, and Irene's figure is quite explosive."

"It's no wonder she wants to steal food. What can I do with you?"

Erin was Brantly's mistress. After she and Ethan had a carnival all night, she was killed on the spot by the men sent by Brantly.

Noticing Ethan's contemptuous gaze, Brantly's breathing became extremely heavy.

The raised mustache trembled even more when blown.

Phillips looked at the uniform on Ethan's body and felt a toothache. Are all the people in the Banshee Town Police Department so brave?
Opposite was Brantly, the murderous demon.

This man's file is filled with a cabinet in the FBI.

"It's okay, Mr. Morgan will treat him slowly at the end."

Brantly reached out his hand to stop the bearded man who was about to walk towards Ethan, and looked at Hood: "I think you should know who I am by now?"

Hood nodded, he was taking the blame for Jason Hood.

"The problem is, I don't know who you are." Brantly reached out and took out a photo from the table next to him:
"Obviously, you're not Lucas Hood."

"The man in the picture is the real Lucas Hood."

Seeing that Hood didn't speak, Brantly threw the photo aside: "You don't want to say who you are, and that's okay."

He tapped the floor heavily with his cane:
"You just need to tell me, where is Jason Hood?"

(End of this chapter)