As Ethan approached, Racine immediately smelled a strong smell of blood on him.

He scraped his cheek with the hand holding the cigarette and took the beer.

"Is that really that fucked?"

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and led him to the back of the pickup truck and lifted one of the futons inside.

"More fucked up than you think."

Racine looked at the disemboweled man inside, and squirted out the beer that had fallen into his mouth.

But he has not been a detective for decades in vain, Racine nodded, and immediately reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone and called.

Under his arrangement, it didn't take long for six black Chevrolet SUVs to stop at the intersection with flashing police lights, and the people inside got out of the car one after another.

In addition to the field personnel wearing F.B.I. logo jackets, Racine called a SWAT team to come and support.

Under Racine's arrangement, the three of them followed a black female agent into a car and left.

Looking at their departing figures, a smile appeared on Ethan's lips.

Fortunately, he had just asked them all to put the gold in his place, and he also found an opportunity to throw the gold into the space.

Otherwise, in front of these sharp-eyed detectives, these girls would not be able to resist.

Ethan confessed to them in advance, and most of the things were truthful, and he only needed to hide a few details.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Racine lit a cigarette and got into the car first, and under Ethan's guidance, the Chevrolet SUV fleet returned to the riverbank.

More than a dozen F.B.I. agents shuttled back and forth between several wooden houses, carrying bodies out and discovering a dirt pit in the back of several houses, filled with white bones.

From time to time, one or two young-looking agents burst out of the hut and threw up against the wall.

Ethan sat back on the hood, the corners of his mouth twitching.

He realized that something was wrong, and quickly put away his smile and bit down on his cigarette.

Racine's face was blue and white, his eyes were not good, he suddenly stood up straight and roared loudly:

"Bastard, you're that idiot's subordinate."

"Swallow what is in your mouth quickly, otherwise, believe it or not, I will let you deal with corpses every day in the future."

Under his roar, the pale-faced young detective hurriedly wiped the corners of his mouth and ran back into the house with hurried steps.

Ethan lit a cigarette and the flame flickered.

The keen sixth sense senses that from time to time someone has set their eyes on him.

When he looked up, the people who were looking at him quickly shifted their gaze again.

At this time, a man wearing an FBI field jacket walked over, he lifted his glasses, and politely asked Ethan:

"Is that all?"

Ethan looked at the dozen or so corpses in front of him and shook his head.

He pointed to the woods on the hillside next to him, "If you go up the hill for about three hours, you will see a watchtower with eight other people on it. ”

The FBI in front of him simply took off his glasses, and he asked with a puzzled face:

"Are you really a town policeman?"

Ethan spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

When the spectacle detective walked away with a look of disbelief, Racine tapped lightly on the cigarette case, he thought for a moment, and said decisively:

"How's it going, are you interested in joining us?"

“FBI？”

Racine took a deep puff of his cigarette and replied with interest:

"That's right, I remember that your father also wears a uniform, and if you're interested, I'd be more than welcome."

Although Racine knew that he didn't have much time to live, he was still happy to see the material, and he couldn't help but want to recruit Ethan for his department.

Talents who can fight and rush are urgently needed in any department.

Ethan shook his head and politely declined:

"Thank you, I'm still very satisfied with the current situation, and I'll talk about it when I have the opportunity later."

Racine patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Okay, anyway, you have my phone, don't worry, I'll take care of it here." ”

Ethan directly crossed the local police station this time and reported the incident directly to him, which was equivalent to giving him a great credit.

In exchange, there are some things he needs to help suppress.

After Ethan explained everything about the scene, Racine asked the glasses agent to send him back to rest.

After a day and a night of tossing, Ethan also felt low on energy, and fell asleep while sitting in the car.

I don't know how long it took for him to be woken up by the spectacle agent.

At this time, the vehicle was parked in front of a two-story wooden house, and a black Chevrolet SUV was parked inside, Ethan rubbed his eyes and stepped out of the car.

It's a remote neighborhood with the faint sound of car horns.

Looking at the lights coming from inside the house, there were signs of civilization in front of him, and Ethan also relaxed at this time.

In a short period of time, he no longer wanted to drill into the deep mountains and old forests.

knocked on the door, and didn't wait long for the female FBI agent in a field uniform to open the door.

She glanced at Ethan a few times and stepped out of the way.

"What about them?"

Ethan asked.

"Second floor, rest on it."

The black female agent went back to the couch and sat down, picking up the newspaper.

The spectacle detective wanted to pat him on the back, but Ethan looked at him, his hand stopped in mid-air, and said curtly:

"You go and rest, at least take a hot shower."

When Ethan made it up the stairs, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the couch.

The black female detective didn't wait for him to sit down, quickly put down the newspaper, and inquired curiously:

"Really cannibals?"

The spectacle detective nodded, saw Ethan's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, and whispered, "More than twenty people, let him kill them all." ”

"Shet."

The black female detective suddenly gasped, there are a lot of fierce people in their FBI, but this is rare, let alone such a young and handsome young man.

Ethan walked up to the second floor, and there were two doors in the hallway.

After a moment's hesitation, he went straight to the room with the door open, and threw the backpack behind him to the ground with a muffled sound.

He walked straight to the wine cabinet, where there were several bottles of brandy.

He took a bottle of brandy and took a big sip of it, choking on the spicy taste of the inferior liquor.

There is a large bed in the room, and next to it is a transparent shower room.

Seeing the shower, Ethan immediately felt that his body was sour, and he quickly took off the stinky clothes on his body and walked towards the shower with a wine bottle.

Reaching out to turn on the shower, the hot water washed over his body, making him snort comfortably.

The mist steamed, and Ethan enjoyed taking a sip from the bottle.

"Ethan?"

Just after a few sips of wine, a whisper of surprise rang out outside.

Ethan wiped the water from his face and poked his head out of the shower, where Carly was standing in the doorway, her delicate little face full of surprise.

She was wearing a white bathrobe, her black hair was wet, and she looked like she had just taken a shower.

Ethan grinned toothily at Carly and shook the wet bottle in his hand.

Carly glanced back, then quickly took off her bathrobe.

The wheat-colored skin looks extremely delicate, there is no trace of fat on the body, the body is undulating, and the whole person is full of youthful atmosphere.

She didn't squirm, and threw herself at Ethan with a happy smile.

It didn't take long for a violent crash to sound.

(End of chapter)