Alma was knitting a sweater in the foreground in the distance, two long needles flying in her hand, not noticing the movement.

Confirming that he was the only one next to him, Ethan let out a light breath.

He slowly opened the folder again, and on the left and right, were two printed documents.

Sandwiched on both sides is a photograph of the same person, but in opposite backgrounds.

On the left is a prison photo of Hood, holding a sign in his hand.

On the right is Hood's entry photo, and the five-pointed police badge on his chest is unusually dazzling.

Underneath the photograph are two diametrically opposed documents, one with a criminal record and the other with a job history.

I looked at the file bag again, and there was a box of videotapes inside, and needless to say, it was a transcript of the interrogation.

Ethan thought for a moment, put the folder back in the bag, and carefully placed it in the drawer, locking it with a key.

I took out my cell phone and called Hood, but no one answered.

During this period of time, Hood is no longer as unreliable as before, and can basically be contacted.

But now I have made three phone calls, and I have always been transferred to the language mailbox.

He put away his phone and walked to the front desk.

"Alma, do you still have an impression of the person who brought the document bag today?"

"Yes."

Alma put down the long needle in his hand, thought for a while, and said, "A white man in his forties, thin, bald, and smiling. ”

"Did he leave anything behind?" Ethan continued.

"Nope."

Alma shook her head: "Just asked me to hand over the things to the serving police officer, what's wrong with him?" ”

"It's fine."

Ethan tapped his finger lightly on the front desk a few times, and then asked, "What kind of car is that person driving?" ”

Alma thought for a moment and said with great certainty: "The kind that FBI agents usually drive, a black Chevrolet SUV." ”

"Okay, thank you."

Ethan turned and walked outside: "I'll go out for a while, I'll call me if there's something." ”

"Okay, no problem."

Seeing his flamboyant appearance, Alma shook her head and continued to put on her sweater.

Victoria Crown sped to Davis's Bar, and Ethan ran down the wooden staircase to the second floor of the barn.

The door was empty, and there was no one inside.

On the cabinet next to the bed, there was still a small half-bottle of whiskey, and Hood's purse was still on it, but the pistol and police badge were missing.

He reached into the quilt, and there was still a trace of warmth.

It seems that Hood did have an accident, and he had just been taken away.

The man who gave Alma the documents must have been an FBI agent, and found out Hood's identity, and he left a piece of evidence at the police station before taking Hood away.

I have to say that this person is thoughtful enough.

Ethan thought for a moment and walked quickly out of the utility room on the second floor of the barn.

Everyone and friends, if you can catch up with the black Chevrolet SUV, if Hood is lucky, he will find a way to save him.

However, at this time, it is estimated that the agent has gone away, and he can only do his best and obey the destiny of heaven.

Quickly walk down the stairs and towards the police car.

"Whoa."

There was a sound of pouring water from behind Davis's bar, and Ethan stopped to ask if Candy had noticed anything.

Just when he was stunned, two figures suddenly flashed behind the police car.

"Poof."

Ethan's mind was messy, and he was defenseless at all, and was quickly nailed to him by two flying needles.

"Da-da-da-da."

After the taser was fired, waves of electricity frantically stimulated Ethan's body.

It was the first time Ethan had eaten this kind of energy, and he felt that the muscles in his whole body were twitching and becoming spasmodic.

"Shet."

He tried his best to control his body, and quickly reached for the holster at his waist.

As soon as he touched the handle of the gun, the other person also raised the taser in his hand and pulled the trigger hard at Ethan.

"Poof." After a soft sound, there were two more flying needles on his body.

"Da-da-da-da."

Ethan couldn't control it anymore and got down on one knee.

I watched as the two men in suits walked forward quickly, picked up their sticks and struck at them.

His eyes went dark, and he fainted very simply.

I don't know how long it took, but Ethan woke up quietly.

There was a sack over his head, and he couldn't see anything except the faint light, and there were people walking around from time to time.

He felt it for a moment, and he didn't know where he was, the whole space was shaking gently.

The hands and feet tried to exert force, but they didn't know what was firmly holding them in, and they could only move the slightest bit, making a soft sound.

"What a surprise."

A voice with a British accent rang out: "We welcomed the first guest to wake up." ”

"Huh."

The burlap bag was pulled off by someone, and it hurt to scratch his ears, but Ethan didn't care so much, squinting his eyes and looking at the environment he was in.

He was tied to an armchair with thick cable ties, and the room was furnished like an office area, with a large sofa next to it.

In the middle was a small table, and inside was a red desk.

Behind the desk sat an old woman with long black hair, who noticed Ethan's gaze shifting, smiled, and pointed to the wine cabinet behind her:

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan."

"Do you need something to drink, coffee, tea, or something stronger?"

"Whiskey, thank you."

Ethan replied unceremoniously, continuing to move his gaze.

Across from him, two people were also tied up, with small sacks on their heads, and their hands and feet were fastened to chairs.

Ethan sighed, hard brother, hard brother, alive.

One of the people who was tied up knew it was Hood by looking at his figure and dress, and he didn't have to think about looking for him.

In the office, there are two more people.

A suit vest, a bushy beard, and a burly figure that doesn't look easy to mess with.

The other man was wearing a black suit, leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest, his eyes cold.

Just now, he suddenly jumped out of the back of the police car and shot himself.

Their bodies were swaying slightly, and if I guessed correctly, they were in a moving truck.

The old lady soon came over with half a glass of wine, smiling and looking amiable.

"Thank you."

He opened his mouth slightly, testing the other party's attitude.

"Poof."

The half glass of bourbon was poured head-on, and Ethan quickly tilted his head to dodge.

The smell of whiskey fills the body, but it's better than splashing it in your eyes.

"You're welcome."

The old woman saluted him with a wine glass, and walked slowly back to the desk, and when she saw this scene, the two people next to her burst out laughing.

The bearded man laughed as he walked to the side.

He reached for the two who were tied, and roughly ripped open the sack that had been placed on his head, one of whom was Hood.

A piece of his nose was broken, and his beard was stained red with a nosebleed.

(End of chapter)