Hood's head was drooping and he was still unconscious.

The other person was the same, his face was purple and blue.

There were no mirrors now, but Ethan felt that he should not be much better than them, and his face was in pain.

These bastards are slapped in the face.

The black suit raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The boss will be ready immediately, wake them up." ”

"No problem."

The bearded man nodded and pulled his stout arms up.

"Smack."

A big slap in Hood's face.

He shuddered violently and opened his eyes in a daze.

The bearded man walked up to the man next to Hood again, and also gave him a big slap in the face.

The man was dressed in a cheap black suit, with a thin figure and slightly bald hair, presumably the FBI agent who took Hood away.

Ethan was stinging, but fortunately he woke up early.

Otherwise, you will also be hit hard.

While the two men's attention was not on him, he shook his body vigorously and realized that the chair was not fixed to the floor.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't make a big move.

Now let's take a look at the situation, and I don't know who caught him and Hood and the FBI together.

When Hood woke up, he quickly surveyed his surroundings.

When he saw Ethan sitting across from him, tied to a chair, his eyes were visibly stunned.

But now was not the time to catch up, and Hood quickly understood the current situation, and instead of struggling uselessly, he gasped and waited.

Phillips endured the pain on the sidelines, and did not say a word.

Since these people have kidnapped the FBI people, they are not afraid of his threats, and these people in front of them all show their faces.

Phillips knew very well what this meant, he had met a real bandit, a bandit who didn't care about his identity at all.

He is well aware that many agents of the Investigation Bureau disappear every year, but now it is himself who is unlucky.

Phillips was silent on the surface, but he panicked in his heart.

Just as the scene fell silent, the wooden door next to the desk was opened.

A cane appeared first, firmly poking into the ground.

The wooden door was shrouded in shadows, and soon it was almost crowded, and a tall fat man of more than three hundred pounds walked out of the wooden door sideways.

Despite his unusually large size, he was wearing a suit that fit very well.

In the light gray suit, he also wore a vest, his thick curly hair was black and shiny, his mustache was combed, and the whole person looked meticulous.

He crunched on the wooden floor and walked to his desk, panting.

The tall fat man in a custom-made suit looked around a few of them, and then let out a deep voice:

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

He took a step forward with his cane: "I hope my men can make you feel as comfortable as at home." ”

The black suit stood up straight, walked quickly behind the visitor, and moved a large single sofa.

"As you can see, comfort is the most important thing for someone my size."

The man poked his cane:

"It's just that the doctor advised me to travel a lot to stay healthy."

"I couldn't help it, I still had to listen to the doctor, so I got in the truck and started running around."

Ethan's eyes flickered, as if he had guessed who the big fat man in front of him was.

Hood coughed, looked up and said with a smile:

"Perhaps, I'm suggesting, maybe you can try the salad, it tastes pretty good."

Phillips looked at Hood in surprise, this was the rhythm of the fear that the other party would not be angry.

Ethan grinned and shook his head.

He was accustomed to Hood's appearance, and every now and then he would die as if that would give him pleasure.

Sure enough, the bearded man standing behind Hood walked quickly in front of him and threw out another slap.

"Smack."

After a crunch, the corners of Hood's mouth swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few drops of blood even flew to Ethan's face, with a hint of warmth.

"Bang."

The cane was pressed to the floor: "Stop, you can't do this, it's too rude." ”

"Yes, boss."

The bearded man stopped what he was going to do and walked back to the corner.

"It's not polite for you to make fun of people with obesity." The big fat man said to Hood seriously.

Hood spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and said:

"Tell me about yourself, polite gentleman."

The visitor handed the cane to the old woman standing aside, and took off her coat with the help of a black suit.

He tugged at his trousers, took his cane, and sat down on the large single sofa with a knife:

"My name is Raymond Walton Brantley."

The moment the person came to say his name, the look on the scene was different, and Special Agent Phillips remembered something, and his face was like ashes.

Hood's face was puzzled, how could this name be so familiar.

Brantley turned his neck as if it didn't exist, and looked at Ethan, who was expressionless:

"Mr. Morgan, I suppose you know who I am, right?"

Hood's brain was instantly awakened, and he remembered this familiar name, and it was Jason Hood who escaped to Banshee Town to avoid this person.

Ethan also came to Banshee Town to work as a town police officer in order to escape from Brantley's pursuit.

Unexpectedly, now the other party actually came to the door.

Ethan looked up, chuckled and said:

"Of course I have an impression of you, Mr. Brantley, and I have to say that your gaze is very good, and Irene's figure is quite strong."

"No wonder she wants to steal food, follow you, what can she do?"

Erin was Brantley's mistress, and after a night of partying with Ethan, she was killed on the spot by Brantley's henchmen.

Noticing Ethan's disdainful gaze, Brantley's breathing became unusually heavy.

The upturned mustache was even more blown and trembled slightly.

Phillips looked at Ethan's uniform and felt a toothache, are all the people in the Banshee Town Police Department so brave?

On the other side is Brantley, a murderous demon.

This man's file is filled with a cabinet full in the FBI.

"It's okay, Mr. Morgan will treat him slowly at the end."

Brantley reached out to stop the bearded man who was about to walk towards Ethan and looked at Hood, "I guess you should know who I am by now, right?" ”

Hood nodded, he was taking the blame for Jason Hood.

"The thing is, I don't know who you are." Brantley reached out and pulled out a photo from the table next to him:

"It's clear that you're not Lucas Hood."

"The person in the photo is the real Lucas Hood."

Seeing that Hood didn't speak, Brantley casually threw the photo aside: "You don't want to say who you are, it doesn't matter. ”

He tapped the floor with his cane:

"You just have to tell me, where is Jason Hood?"

(End of chapter)