Hood was threatened at gunpoint and had no choice but to return to his bedside.

He picked up the clothes that had been thrown on the floor, and looked to the other side of the bed with his eyes.

On a small cabinet there, there was his police gun.

It's just that this special agent Phillips didn't give him a chance at all, and walked over and picked up his pistol:

"Glock 17, it's not like your style."

Hood gritted his teeth and put on his boots: "So what is like my style?" ”

"Jewel thief, dare to pretend to be a sheriff, Colt M1911 is more suitable for your temperament." Phillips took the handcuffs from his waist and threw them to Hood:

"Cuff yourself, I think you should be very skilled with this thing."

Hood looked at the handcuffs and froze.

After so long, in fact, Hood was in his heart, and for some time, he really regarded himself as a sheriff.

It wasn't until the moment he got the handcuffs that he came to his senses, and he was a criminal from beginning to end.

It's a fact, a fact that can never be changed.

Phillips didn't show any impatience, but looked at him with interest.

For Phillips, arresting people is not the goal.

He enjoys the process, seeing all kinds of bizarre cases, and feeling the struggle of human nature, which is where his pleasure lies.

After a moment, Hood resigned himself to handcuffing the silver bracelet behind his back.

Phillips stepped forward and squeezed it with his hand.

"Click."

As the handcuffs were tightly clasped to his wrists, Hood breathed a sigh of relief, as if a string that had been taut had finally been loosened.

Phillips pocketed Hood's badge and pistol and surveyed the room:

"Have you ever heard of a saying that by observing a man's residence, you can observe his heart."

Hood said in a dull voice: "I've heard, what do you want to say?" ”

"Obviously, this was once a utility room." Phillips looked around, and the room was a mess of tables, chairs, and benches, with a thick layer of dust on them.

"Your heart is broken, and you don't even bother to mend it."

"Let's go."

Phillips grabbed Hood's arm and walked out: "Hopefully, in prison, you can find a trace of peace." ”

As soon as he heard the key word prison, Hood's feet softened for no apparent reason, and sweat oozed from his forehead, and he forced himself to ask:

"You're going to take me there?"

"Of course, go straight back to Kuntik." Phillips punched him with a pistol and motioned for Hood to come downstairs:

"I've left you a little bit of decency, and you should thank me."

"Really? Thank you so much. ”

Quantico is where the FBI's training base is located, and once you enter that place, you basically have no chance to escape again.

Hood walked down the stairs in a panic, his eyes glancing to the side, hoping that Candy would come out and see him.

As long as the candy informs a few other people, he still has a chance.

Unfortunately, until he was pressed into a black Chevrolet SUV by Phillips, Hood didn't see Candy.

The vehicle quickly moved and slowly left Banshee Town.

Special Agent Phillips also happily played rock music and shook his head along to the music.

"If you don't mind."

Hood thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think about how he was exposed, and he had to die to understand, he asked in a deep voice: "I want to know, how did you find me?" ”

Phillips saw a gloomy Hood in the rearview mirror, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"Of course I don't mind, I specialize in a job in the bureau, mainly responsible for investigating dead and missing agents, of course, you also know that missing is basically the same as death."

Hood instantly thought of someone, and said with a bitter face:

"Jim Racine."

"Bingo, that's not wrong at all." Phillips snapped his fingers and nodded appreciatively:

"You're really smart, I'm really worth it."

"Dead people can't speak, but what is left behind by dead people can, I found your file at the house of Special Agent Racine, and the contents on it opened my eyes."

"Who would have thought that the anonymous diamond thief of the New York Police Department would turn into a sheriff in Banshee Town, Pennsylvania."

Dead people don't say they are alive, he said the same thing to Ethan.

Now it sounds so sarcastic.

I thought I would buy more time, but unexpectedly, the fault was Jim Racine, and he sighed:

"Believe it or not, I didn't kill Racine."

"It's okay, let's talk slowly when we go back."

Phillips glanced at the gas gauge, turned the steering wheel, and drove into the gas station on the side of the road.

After filling up the gas, he opened the back door:

"Come on, get out of the car."

Hood said expressionlessly, "Are you going to let me go?" ”

"It's not funny at all." Phillips shook his head: "Get out of the car and pee, it's still a long way from Quantiko, and I won't stop in between." ”

Hood moved outward, "Are you trying to tell me that this is my last chance?" ”

Phillips smiled: "If you want to understand it that way, that's not wrong." ”

The two walked towards the gas station together, and Hood was shaken by the harsh sunlight: "What if I try to do something?" ”

Phillips' hand kept on the handle of the gun: "I'll shoot, that's right." ”

"Okay, then I got it."

Outside the gas station, a long-distance truck slowly drove up.

"Snort."

The sound of air brakes sounded, and the big truck with the long tail box stopped.

Phillips didn't take it seriously, this kind of big truck that runs long distances can be seen everywhere.

He pushed Hood to the side of the toilet, and until he finished using the toilet, Hood couldn't find a chance to make a move.

Phillips did everything and kept the situation firmly under control.

The two walked out of the toilet together and returned to the car.

In the woods beside him, two men suddenly sprang out, and under Phillips's frightened gaze, two flying needles were accurately nailed to his chest.

"Da-da-da-da."

The sound of electricity sounded, the muscles spasmed, and Phillips could no longer draw his pistol, and instantly lost his ability and balance, and fell to the ground.

Hood was shot in the same way and was lying on the ground convulsing.

Two men emerged from the bushes on the side, one of them wearing a delicate British suit and a neatly trimmed beard.

The man in the suit stepped forward, and the shiny leather shoes kicked hard in front of Phillips and Hood, and the two of them fainted.

After everyone else went out on patrol, Ethan stayed alone at the police station.

Nothing happened, and he picked up the yellow file bag with FBI secrets written on it.

Reaching out to take out the folder inside, he took a sip of coffee, put the folder on the table and flipped through it.

"Smack."

Ethan slammed the folder shut again, and he froze, looking up and looking around.

(End of chapter)