My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 89 Trading
"It used to be Morgan, now it's Hood."

Ethan took off the badge on his chest and threw it over, "You can check it."

The bearded police chief took Ethan's police badge and looked at it, then reached out and handed it to him.

"Just in case, you understand."

Then he also holstered the gun in his hand "What's going on here?"

Ethan nodded, took the police badge and slipped it into his trouser pocket, "Serial perverted killer, who only preys on women."

The bearded police chief's face changed when he heard what Ethan said.

"Lianhuan, are you sure?"

"I've already dealt with him, you can tell your men to take a look." Ethan took out a cigarette and handed one to the sheriff.

The bearded police chief took the cigarette and looked back solemnly.

The two police officers standing behind him, a man and a woman, nodded and ran forward by the light of a tactical flashlight.

Not long after, there was a sharp vomiting sound, and Ethan frowned.

The bearded sergeant could no longer hold back his face, strode forward, and shouted angrily:

"You two bastards, I'm really ashamed of you."

At this time, Jonathan also came over with Blake. Without saying a word, he hugged Ethan tightly and patted him on the back with one hand.

"Thank you."

"You don't need to say this, Blake is my friend."

Jonathan let go of Ethan, looking at the dark and terrifying basement, his heart trembled.

After a while, the bearded sheriff also hurried back. He looked at Ethan with a livid face, and then said to Jonathan and Black:
"Would it be convenient for the two of us to chat?"

Jonathan nodded, pulling Blake aside.

After the two of them walked away, the bearded police chief asked anxiously:

"What's the matter with the child inside, and the man hanging on the iron hook, the woman whose abdomen was disemboweled, and the stumps in the freezer."

I saw that he became more and more anxious as he spoke, wiping his sweat while speaking.

"And the ashes in the incinerator." Ethan added calmly for him.

"Fake"

The bearded police chief was anxious to reach out and grab his clothes, but was forced by Ethan's cold eyes, so he had to put down his hands
"Mommy Falk, what happened here?"

Ethan knew the reason for his panic. As the local sheriff, when such vicious cases occurred in his jurisdiction, the girls who were victims were all locals. If he didn't handle it well, he would step down in minutes.

Ethan exhaled a puff of smoke and said:
"The man on the hook is called Gram. As the local sheriff, you should know what's going on with him."

The bearded police chief nodded quickly, "I know, he is the son of the old factory owner. He was left by his father to work in the factory from a very young age until the factory closed down."

"The little boy you saw was Martin, who was kidnapped by Graham two years ago."

Ethan flicked the cigarette ash and continued:

"In my judgment, Martin was influenced by that environment and Graham over the course of two years, and he and Graham did what you just saw."

"I tried to rescue Jonathan's niece Blake just now, and met Martin here. I wanted to rescue him, but was attacked by Martin."

While speaking, Ethan pointed to his blood-stained pants.

"In the process of fighting with Graham, Martin died unfortunately, and Graham was killed by me and Black in the end."

The bearded police chief had been listening to Ethan's words in silence, his face was gloomy as if ice had been hung on it.

His eyes were fixed on Ethan's face, "Is there anything to prove that what you said is true."

Ethan said calmly: "The signs of life in the house above, the finger marks on the knife used to kill the victim, you know that this thing cannot be faked."

Seeing the ugly face of the bearded sheriff, Ethan smiled.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, shook out another cigarette from the cigarette case, and put it to his mouth. The old god said:
"We are all in the same industry. I understand your difficulties. Maybe we can make a deal."

With a sound of "click", the flames sprang up.

Ethan looked at the ignited lighter in front of him, smiled, moved the cigarette towards him, took two puffs lightly, the butt flickered.

The bearded sheriff took back the lighter and looked at him expectantly.

"You know the ins and outs of things here, I don't need to be in the limelight, my friends and I just want to live in peace."

"As long as you clean up your hands, the credit goes to you and your subordinates."

Hearing what Ethan said, the bearded sheriff's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he asked anxiously:

"What do I and my men need to pay?"

I just like to talk to smart people and communicate well.

Ethan smiled with satisfaction, pointed to his thigh and said:

"Look, I'm injured and need treatment, nutrition, and lost wages. My friend was also shocked and needs to see a psychiatrist."

"Shut up, stop talking." The bearded sheriff shouted through gritted teeth.

This movement attracted Blake's attention, and she wanted to come over, but was held back by Jonathan.

Just as Ethan was about to say something, the bearded sheriff stretched out his hands excitedly, crossing his index fingers.

"One hundred thousand."

The bearded police chief reluctantly said: "My subordinates and I will contribute [-] yuan to you. You and your friends shut up. What happens in the future has nothing to do with you."

"make a deal."

Ethan waved vigorously and slapped him.

After returning to the ground from the basement, they all looked at the dilapidated house in front of them with complicated expressions.

The crows on the nearby tree hopped around, making shrill calls from time to time.

Ethan threw the keys to Blake, and now she can only drive.

"Why did you make a deal with that sheriff?"

After the Dodge Challenger drove out for a while, Blake asked puzzled.

Ethan checked the wound, "This kind of thing is very troublesome. When this kind of case happens, the media will definitely report it. Are you willing to be reported nationwide because of this kind of thing?"

"And Gram was killed by us, and Martin Jr. was also killed in the crossfire. Anyway, the long trial..."

When Ethan said this, Black shook his head again and again, and then asked:
"Then why is the sheriff willing to pay such a high price?"

"As for the sheriff and his subordinates, I believe they are capable enough to erase the traces we left behind. The credit is all theirs. They don't have to bear too much responsibility and can still show off."

"Believe me, this sheriff is also a smart man. This kind of perverted homicide case, which is rare in the country, just leaks a little oil from Hollywood, which is enough for him to make up for the loss, and maybe he can make a small profit."

Jonathan, who was sitting in the back, also nodded, "Let this matter pass. Ethan also avenged those who were killed. He was right. What we need now is a peaceful life."

The few people also fell silent, and Ethan narrowed his eyes comfortably as the sunlight outside shone on his body.

(End of this chapter)