Hood remembered the big yellow-haired boy and the sheriff who stepped forward but died unexpectedly.

He shook his head slowly: "I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't heard of this name." ”

A smile twinked at Brantley's lips as he reached out.

The bearded man stepped aside and took out a small suitcase from the cabinet.

The black suit brought a small bucket over and pulled out a dripping wet towel from it.

"Smack."

A wet towel was attached to Hood, wetting his T-shirt.

Seeing the action of the black suit, Ethan had a bad premonition, and he forced a smile and said to Hood:

"Sheriff, that doesn't seem right."

"Bastard, it's up to you."

Hood's feet trembled as he saw the bearded man open his suitcase and pull out a glove with a metal sheet attached to it.

The bearded man smiled and put on his gloves and flipped the switches one by one.

The small lights turn green, indicating that it is already energized.

Ethan quickly glanced around, and there was a monitor mounted on the wall, and a split screen on it showed the situation around the truck, and they were driving down a remote road.

Now was not the time, he pressed his heart that was about to move.

Hood's chest rose and fell violently, and he clenched his teeth as he looked at the bearded man walking towards him

"Bang."

The glove slammed into Hood's chest, and the pain seemed to follow the electricity into his heart.

"Ahh

Hood couldn't help but scream, his face covered in sweat.

The bearded man excitedly punched him one after another, and Hood's eyes were red and his body twitched uncontrollably.

Ethan looked at Brantley and said angrily, "Are you trying to ask him a question, or are you trying to kill him?" ”

After the bearded man threw another punch, Brantley reached out and motioned for him to stop:

"Do you remember the name Jason Hood now?"

Hood gasped for breath and nodded hurriedly.

Saliva ran down the corners of his mouth, and now he couldn't speak at all.

Brantley furrowed his eyebrows, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it:

"Wanda, tell Mr. Colin to pull over."

The old woman hurriedly walked out through a wooden door behind Ethan, and after a while, Ethan felt the truck slowly stop.

Brantley held his cane in both hands and looked to the side:

"Special Agent Phillips from the FBI, it's a shame that our short journey is coming to an end, and my friends will take you to your next destination."

Phillips forced a smile and asked, "What is that place?" ”

"I'll leave it up to you to find out, and it's a surprise." Brantley smiled back.

The wooden door behind Ethan opened, revealing two black suits, one with a shovel and the other with a pistol.

The moment he saw the shovel, Phillips' face turned blue.

Who would have thought that he would come to Banshee Town early in the morning in high spirits to find the legendary anonymous jewel thief, only to end up with a shovel for himself.

He forced another laugh and looked at Brantley pleadingly:

"I don't think there's any need for that, right?"

Brantley took out an FBI badge from the small box next to him, played with it disdainfully, and then threw it back: "I think it's still necessary." ”

The man with the shovel took out a butterfly knife from his pocket.

After a few swings of the hand in a dashing motion, he easily picked off the cable tie on Phillips.

Phillips was picked on the chin by the butterfly knife and had to stand up obediently.

When he walked out, he still looked at Hood and Ethan in despair, and the meaning was obvious, brother, I will go first, you hurry up and follow.

The wooden door closed, and the interior of the car was quiet again.

Ethan looked up at the monitor above, and Phillips was soon forced by two men to jump out of the back of the car and burrow into the woods by the side of the road.

After some tossing, Hood had recovered his strength.

Brantley stood up with his cane: "Now, please tell me, where is Jason Hood?" ”

"He's dead, I swear to God."

"I don't believe in God, I only believe in myself."

Brandt used his cane to pick Hood's chin, "Why should I believe your words. ”

Hood felt that the cane would be stabbed into his throat the next moment, and he said excitedly, "Fake, because I killed him, are you satisfied?" ”

"30 seconds."

Brantley pulled out his pocket watch: "Give you 30 seconds to convince me, but if there is a word I don't believe, I will continue to shock you." ”

"Jason came to me and said someone was after him."

When Hood heard the word electric shock, he trembled: "He offered a condition, in exchange, I would kill the people who came to hunt him down." ”

"He will give me 25,000 beforehand, and another 25,000 when he is done, for a total of 50,000."

Brantley's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice:

"You killed Quentin."

"Yes, it took a bit of effort, but I still killed him."

Hood couldn't bear to look at Ethan, the bastard who killed him, but he had to take the blame here.

His head spun rapidly, frantically making up lies in an attempt to make things sound plausible.

Hood gasped again and said:

"You know, business is business, I just take the money to work."

"But after I killed Quentin and the other guy, Jason repented and didn't want to give the rest of the money."

"He even threatened me to reveal my identity, but I had no choice but to kill him."

Brantley leaned on his stomach and closed his pocket watch:

"So, you killed him because of the money."

Hood had thoroughly understood Brantley, the kind of person he had seen a lot in prison, so he said firmly:

"If you do something, you have to take money, that's the rule, Jason broke the rules."

Sure enough, this sentence won Brantley's heart, and he nodded with satisfaction: "I accept your explanation, and besides, that's my money." ”

Hood hurriedly said, "Of course, that's your money, Mr. Brantley, a total of sixty-two thousand, a penny is not a lot." ”

"Okay, so where's my money?"

"Banshee Town, you take me back, and I'll give you all the money back."

Brantley held out his hand, and the black suit handed over a red ledger.

The ledger that has been opened is full of dense names, most of which have been marked with black lines.

He took the pen and found Jason Hood's column.

Sixty-two thousand dollars was clearly written on it, and he carefully crossed out the account with the pen in his hand.

At the top of the page, Ethan Morgan's name is clearly written.

His column has only a simple name.

It was this simple name that cost Brantley a few months, but he didn't expect that just today, he could settle two accounts.

He glanced at Ethan, proceeded to draw a line on his name, and then stamped the ledger with satisfaction.

"Mr. Brantley, you're not going to kill me after I give you back the money, are you?"

Hood tried to procrastinate for more time, and although he didn't know what it was for, it was better than nothing.

Thanks to the inquisitor brother of hell for the tip, thank you. In addition, I'd better restore the small chapters, some old brothers like to jump and order, and the small chapters don't look so tired.

(End of chapter)