My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 265 Let It Go
The compartment of the entire large truck is divided into several parts.

The place closest to the tailgate is decorated like a reception room, and the old lady was sitting in the front desk just now.

The movement in the conference room did not attract her attention at all, and any movement in it was normal.

She leisurely raised a ceramic teacup, enjoying the charm of oriental drinks.

The door was opened, and the old woman turned her head.

The exquisite ceramic teacup fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, she swallowed the tea with difficulty: "Mr. Morgan, may I help you?"

Ethan put the shotgun on her head and said sarcastically:

"Don't ask if I need something to drink?"

"Feel sorry."

Feeling the hot muzzle of the gun, the old woman knew that the people inside were in danger, so she apologized tremblingly.

Ethan looked at the monitor in front of her, and there was another person in the cab in front of the truck.

He pressed the shotgun: "Call the driver over."

The old woman hurriedly grabbed the intercom: "Mr. Colin, the boss has something to ask."

"Ok."

The man in the cab picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke, then opened the door and walked back.

Ethan nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your cooperation."

The old woman trembled and put down the intercom, begging:

"I'm very sorry, I'm just an elderly lady, can you let me go?"

"Boom."

Ethan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, and shot her head off with one shot.

Just now he glanced at the account book that fell on the ground. The lines of names crossed out on it represented fresh lives. If it had nothing to do with her, Ethan would never believe it.

At the back of the truck, they modified a small door.

The FBI agent just now was pushed out from here.

The driver quickly opened the small door and walked in. When he saw the old woman lying in a pool of blood, he quickly reached out to touch her waist.

A hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbing his collar and flicking it vigorously.

The driver flew into the air, knocked down the off-road motorcycle parked aside, and was shot in the chest again, dying instantly.

After returning to the living room inside, he also searched. After confirming that there was no one else, Ethan came to the office area again.

Hood was still in a coma, Ethan picked up the wet towel that fell on the floor and wiped his face a few times.

After some tossing, Hood finally woke up.

When he saw Ethan standing in front of him with a smile on his face, he blinked a few times in disbelief.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the corpse on the ground.

Hood gritted his teeth and stood up with Ethan's support. When he saw Brantly who was nailed to the sofa through his neck with a cane, he gasped:
"Shet, how did you do it?"

"Some luck, and some strength."

Ethan shrugged, walked to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of whiskey, uncorked it and handed it to Hood.

He took the bottle and took a few sips hungrily, finally regaining his composure.

"Let's go, there are two people who need to be resolved."

Ethan pulled out a pistol he had just picked up from his back and handed it to Hood.

Hood withdrew the magazine, checked the bullets, and immediately fired two shots at the bearded man.

After taking a sigh of relief, he staggered and followed Ethan to the back.

As soon as they got out of the car, they got into the woods on the side of the road and walked straight in.

After walking through the trees for about 200 meters, there was a sound of shovel digging ahead.

The two walked lightly and moved forward slowly.

Special agent Phillips was standing in a rectangular pit more than half a meter deep, panting and wielding a shovel.

"Okay, it doesn't have to be six feet deep."

The voice from behind made his body freeze.

Phillips turned around, looked at the two people standing on the pit, and said to the man with the gun in a trembling voice:

"Please, killing the feds will get you in a lot of trouble."

"is it?"

The man with the pistol was smiling, and he glanced at his watch: "Sorry, we're in a hurry."

After speaking, he raised his pistol.

Phillips' mouth was thirsty, and he looked at the muzzle of the gun unwillingly.

"Boom."

"Bang bang bang."

His body trembled violently, and a warm mist of blood sprayed onto his face.

The chest of the man who was pointing the gun at him exploded, and he threw himself into the pit, and a few clouds of blood burst out from the other man.

Footsteps sounded, and Ethan rushed forward quickly.

He kicked the man Hood had hit into the pit, picked up the double-barreled shotgun, and pulled the trigger.

"Boom."

The gunshot announced that all the people brought by Brantly were dead.

Ethan shouldered the shotgun and patted the butt with satisfaction.

Phillips couldn't laugh at this time, looking at the black muzzle of the gun, he raised his hands high.

After Hood struggled to point the pistol at him for a while, he put the pistol down:

"I didn't kill Racine."

"I know."

Phillips' beating heart calmed down, and he slowly put his hands down:
"I found Racine's body, and with him was the corpse of a woman whose gun matched the trajectory of the bullet that killed Racine."

"The female corpse has been confirmed to be a wanted killer."

"Then why did you come to me?" Hood gritted his teeth.

"After all, you are pretending to be the police chief. Is it only right for me to find you?" Phillips shrugged again:

"Mostly, though, out of curiosity."

"My job is to investigate missing agents. After I found your file with Racine, I became interested in you."

"Curiosity will not only kill cats, but also people." Hood had a complicated expression on his face. After hesitating, he walked to the side of the pit and stretched out his arms.

Phillips looked at the arm stretched out in front of him, and pursed his lips.

No matter who the opponent is, it is always right to save his life. The more advanced the detective, the more flexible he is, and he won't run amok like a stunned young man.

He reached out, grabbed Hood's arm, and walked out of the pit with his strength.

Seeing that the FBI special agent accepted Hood's kindness, Ethan was also relieved.

Others are also out of work. If everyone has no grudges or grievances, they don't have to go all the way to the dark.

Phillips walked up to Ethan and held out his hand:

"Thank you. This is the FBI, Special Agent Robert Phillips."

"You're welcome, Banshee Town Police Department, Ethan Morgan."

Going through life and death crisis together gave them an inexplicable sense of acquaintance.

"correct."

Phillips said to Hood again with an apologetic face: "

Before I went to catch you, I left a copy of your file at the police station. You, the sheriff, should not be able to play anymore. "

"I suggest that you don't go back, and leave Banshee Town directly."

Hood's face changed drastically, he didn't expect this to happen.

Originally, Ethan wasn't sure about Phillips' attitude, but once he said this, it proved that he really planned to let Hood go.

"Are you referring to a yellow file bag with blue folders and a videotape inside?"

Ethan poked down the barrel, and two empty shells popped out.

(End of this chapter)