My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 332
Seeing that Ethan was about to put the CD into the computer, Rivera quickly pressed his hand.

"Wait a moment."

She stood up and walked to the side: "If I want to see these things, I think I need some tequila."

"Just bring a bottle over here."

Ethan put the CD into the computer and said without raising his head.

Rivera came over with two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila, filled the glasses, and they clinked and drank.

"call."

Rivera breathed out the smell of alcohol, moved the mouse to open the file that had been read.

"Den."

When prompted to enter the password, Rivera looked at Ethan.

He reached out to the keyboard and entered the password he had been using all day.

Press the Enter key, the access is successful.

Booth really is the kind of person who likes to use one password for all messages, which is also convenient for him.

Inside the disc, several video files are stored, all of which are marked with information such as hunting records and dates.

The word "hunting" above made Ethan a little sensitive, and felt something was wrong.

Rivera moved the mouse and opened one of the video files.

Under the gaze of the two, the video began to play.

Inside is a relatively dark scene, silent and silent, it can be seen that it is night, and the moonlight is still relatively bright.

The surrounding landscape is desolate, full of low shrubs.

The camera zoomed in, and several people came from a distance. Those people looked nervous, their clothes were dirty, and they were carrying large and small bags.

"Stowaway."

The two looked at each other and continued to look at the picture inside.

After a while, the camera slowly retracted, and an old man wearing a cowboy hat appeared in the picture, holding a bolt-action rifle.

Under the gaze of the camera, the old man raised his rifle and aimed it forward.

"Senator John McLaughlin."

Seeing the person in the camera, Rivera silently said the name of the old white man.

Ethan had already clenched his fists tightly before he knew it, and a warm touch came, and Rivera put her palm on his fist.

The camera moved and focused on a woman in a red dress in front of her.

From the curvature of her stomach, it can be seen that this woman is already pregnant, and she struggles to walk.

"Welcome to America." The senator sneered and pulled the trigger.

"boom."

The silent night was broken by a crisp gunshot, splashing blood on the woman's stomach and falling to the ground.

Rivera's hand also trembled, and Ethan held her hand in turn.

After the gunshot sounded, the screen instantly brightened a lot.

They were all sitting in a jeep. After Senator McLaughlin shot, the vehicle started instantly, and the headlights illuminated the wilderness in the middle of the night.

Then, there was the roar of the engine.

The picture moves quickly, chasing the stowaways who are fleeing desperately, and the gunfire keeps ringing.

There were screams and begging for mercy in the camera.

But these hunters showed no mercy, and quickly shot and killed all the stowaways.

The jeep drove fast, and soon returned to the original place.

Senator McLaughlin jumped out of the car. He excitedly walked up to the woman in the red dress, knelt down on one knee, raised his bolt-action rifle, and made a mighty gesture.

"Booth, shoot better."

"Remember to send the video to my lovely backers later, they will love it."

After finishing, he waved to the side of the camera again:

"Come on, Vaughn."

"Take a picture together, you'll like it."

"Of course." A middle-aged white man in jeans and a black shirt stepped forward from the side, and the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, took a video of hunting and showing off.

Ethan pressed the space bar, and the screen was frozen on the face of the man behind:

"Do you know this person?"

"do not know."

Rivera filled up the tequila, picked up the bullet cup and poured it into her mouth.

The spicy wine rushed straight down her throat, and only with the help of this thing could she clear her mind a bit.

She couldn't believe what she saw, why there were such people in the world.

"Drink slowly."

Ethan patted Rivera's back, took out his phone, and took a photo of Vaughn. He had seen this kind of guy who didn't treat people as human beings, and he had a certain degree of immunity.

Originally thought that these things were used to blackmail Booth, and asked him to find out the main messenger who hunted stowaways.

Unexpectedly, the thing in his hand had already clearly placed the main messenger in front of him.

Booth, this old boy, hides really deep.

As expected of a politician, he opened his eyes and told nonsense, directly limping himself.

Now that I have this thing in hand, I have to beat them to death this time, and I want to be re-elected as a senator. Go ahead and dream.

Before you kill them, you have to ruin them.

Rivera put down her wine glass heavily, turned off the video, and continued to click to view other video files.

The few videos in this disc are all similar to the ones just now.

There are more than a dozen human lives in this CD alone.

And it is the kind of evidence that cannot be denied.

They put in other discs one after another, most of which were video files of hunting stowaways.

There were also some sneaky videos of bribery, which made Li Weila blush.

After inserting one of the discs, dense documents appeared in it, and it was not a video file after all.

"These people are really crazy."

Rivera clicked on the document and browsed carefully: "In McLaughlin's campaign funds, there is actually sponsorship from Mexican drug lords."

"You come and see this man."

She clicked on the photo on the screen, and it was a Mexican man with a big nose and black back.

"This is Rogerio Trez."

Rivera's face was solemn: "He is a well-known drug lord in Mexico. According to unofficial statistics, more than a dozen Mexican anti-independence policemen have died under his cruel methods."

"Why does the Mexican drug lord sponsor the senator's election?" Ethan noticed the point, and said in a deep voice:

"It's not normal."

"If it is mixed with interests, everything will be normal." Li Weila clicked on the next document, which was a construction schematic diagram, and she reached out her hand and clicked:
"Do you remember the Senator's catchphrase?"

Ethan took a sip of tequila: "Build a wall to keep all Mexican smugglers out of the border?"

"That's right, that's just a slogan, that's the purpose."

Li Wei stretched her hand and clicked the red dots on it, and sneered at the corner of her mouth: "The purpose of building a wall is to cut off all channels of other drug dealers. They will secretly build several underground channels."

"According to the information in the document, these red dots are where they built the underground passage."

"As long as the fence is built, they will monopolize the drug trade along this section of the border, and along these passages, drug products will flow in continuously."

"The passages will turn into mountains of gold."

(End of this chapter)