My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 325 Unbearable
Rivera had no choice but to turn the steering wheel and drive in the direction of her home.

She didn't want to give up struggling, and said to Ethan sincerely: "I believe what you said, you come back with me, and I will apply to the bureau for witness protection for you."

"In this way, your safety is more assured, and we can also bring those who did this to justice."

"No, you don't believe it."

The old god Ethan said on the ground: "You just want to get out of the predicament."

Seeing the other party's reluctance, Li Weila gritted her teeth and released her anger on the accelerator.

Ten minutes later, the car came to a single-family house.

The house has only one floor and is surrounded by a circle of landscape trees, which is also the residence of ordinary middle-class people.

It's better than an ordinary apartment, but much worse than a rich area.

Rivera pressed the key and opened the garage door.

Under Ethan's command, the silver BMW slowly drove into the garage.

Turning on the radar and making sure there was no one inside, Ethan opened the door and carefully got out of the car.

Rivera wanted to resist, but couldn't find any chance.

In a trance, she seemed to feel that the other party was the policeman, and he was the kind who did things in a seamless manner.

Enter the house through the side door of the garage and come to the kitchen.

Rivera backed up with her hands up all the way, behind the TV, she hid a gun.

"stop."

When she was about to get close to the TV, her movements were stopped by Ethan.

Under Ethan's command, Rivera gritted her teeth and came to the bedroom. Ethan used her two handcuffs to firmly fix her on the strong bedpost.

Not only that, Ethan also found some clothes, tied up her feet, and tied her mouth tightly with a towel.

Rivera's eyes turned from fire to panic, especially when Ethan took off his T-shirt.

"Please, I'm not that pervert."

Ethan wiped the blood on his shoulder with his T-shirt, grinned and asked, "I think you must have an emergency medical kit at home?"

Seeing that the resistance was futile, Rivera had no choice but to cooperate obediently.

She glanced at the cabinet next to her, and at the same time glared at Ethan with warning eyes.

Open the cabinet, the aroma is tangy.

Ethan knew why she was looking at him like that. Beside the medical box was half a drawer of neatly folded underwear.

He wasn't a pervert either, so he simply took out the medical kit.

After struggling to bandage himself, he thought of something, and quickly picked up the phone and dialed out.

Letty quickly connected: "I'm on my way back."

"Don't go back."

Ethan threw the gauze into the medical box: "Your home is not as safe as you think."

"What do you mean?"

Letty suddenly had a bad feeling, and hurriedly asked: "Someone came to the door?"

"That's right." Ethan glanced at Rivera:

"Not only the friends of the Immigration Bureau, but also another group of people, it should be Michael Booth's people."

"Your home was just blown up by a C4, so sorry."

Letty cursed angrily: "Shet, these bastards."

After she calmed down, she quickly asked, "Where are you, is An safe?"

Ethan looked around, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"It's at Agent Rivera's house, and it's pretty safe now."

"Walter?"

Letty asked in shock: "You won't kill her, will you?"

"Please, I'm not that kind of person."

Ethan straightened the gauze on his shoulders: "Detective Rivera and I are friends now."

"I'm just reminding you that there may be someone watching over your house."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Rivera rolled her eyes.

Letty's voice continued: "I see, where are you, I'll go find you now."

"Wait a moment."

Ethan pulled the towel tied around Liweila's mouth, took off the small towel inside, and handed over the phone.

"Pooh."

Rivera spit out the fluff in her mouth, and looked at Ethan with a displeased face.

"Don't you want to know the truth?"

Ethan moved the phone closer: "You cooperate with me, and I will give you the truth."

Li Weila pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and still said the address of her home.

"Bring me a plain black suit."

Ethan explained a few more words and hung up the phone.

He hesitated, and sat on the edge of the bed: "I'm not Mexican, I'm American."

"Whether you believe it or not, what I'm going to tell you next is the truth."

"I smuggled back to the United States from Mexico because of some personal affairs. After crossing the border, I met a group of mysterious people."

"They hunt stowaways as animals, including the elderly, women, and children."

"I am a survivor of an attack where, besides me, more than 20 people were murdered like animals."

Rivera's eyes gradually softened, and she asked puzzledly:
"But why?"

"I do not know either."

Ethan spread his hands: "I've been investigating the truth of the matter for the past two days."

"Just yesterday, after meeting you at the food truck, didn't I leave?"

"Yes."

Rivera nodded, expressing that she had an impression.

Ethan continued: "On another street in the park, I met Michael Booth."

"Of course, I only found out who he is today."

"At that time, he came to me and offered me $30, with an advance payment of $[-], to break the senator's arm as his response to the tough issue of Mexican labor."

"I refused at the time, but from what he said, I knew that he had a certain understanding of people who hunt stowaways."

"So you want to help him out in exchange for information."

Rivera is not an idiot to be an agent, she quickly guessed what Ethan was thinking.

"Yes." Ethan nodded:
"For more than 20 lives, just to break the senator's arm, I think it's a good deal."

"Unexpectedly, when I acted according to the plan, Booth's men took the initiative."

Rivera's eyes flickered: "They are afraid that you will miss."

"Yes, you are clear about the next thing. This is the truth you want. All these are politicians' means."

Rivera breathed heavily and swallowed.

Ethan noticed the change in her expression, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Are you scared?"

"I said, the truth of the matter, you can't bear it."

"You want to catch the murderer behind the senator's assassination. He's in the hospital. You can do whatever you want."

"I'm afraid your superior will take off your uniform before you do anything."

There are only two senators in one state in the United States, and their term of office is six years, which is two years longer than that of the president. The term of office is not limited, and those who are capable and influential can be re-elected forever.

This is the real powerful person in America, the top boss.

Even if John McLaughlin was pushed to the point where he was re-elected through bitter tactics, this kind of powerful man was not something a petty immigration agent could provoke.

(End of this chapter)