The entire compartment of a large truck is divided into several sections.

The place closest to the tail door was decorated to look like a reception room, and the old woman was sitting in the front desk just now.

The movement in the conference room did not attract the slightest attention from her, and it was normal for any movement to come from inside.

She leisurely lifted a ceramic teacup, enjoying the charm of an oriental drink.

The door opened, and the old woman turned her head.

The exquisite ceramic teacup fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, she swallowed the tea in her mouth with difficulty: "Mr. Morgan, how can I help you?" ”

Ethan put his shotgun to her head and said with a sneer:

"Don't you ask me if I need something to drink?"

"I'm sorry."

The old woman felt the hot muzzle of the gun, and knew that the people inside were already more than lucky, and her voice trembled and apologized.

Ethan looked at the monitor in front of her, and in the cab at the front of the truck, there was another person.

He pressed the shotgun: "Call the driver." ”

The old woman hurriedly grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Mr. Colin, the boss has something to order." ”

"Okay."

I saw the man in the cab pick up the walkie-talkie and say something, push the car door and walk back.

Ethan smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your cooperation." ”

The old woman trembled and put down the walkie-talkie, and pleaded:

"I'm so sorry, I'm just an older lady, can you let me go?"

"Bang."

Ethan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her and smashed her head with a single shot.

Just now he glanced at the ledger that fell to the ground, and the lines of names crossed out on it represented a piece of fresh life, and Ethan would never believe it if it had nothing to do with her.

At the rear of the truck, they modified a small door.

It was from here that the FBI agent was pushed out.

The driver also quickly pushed open the small door and walked in, and when he saw the old woman lying in a pool of blood, he quickly reached out and touched his waist.

A hand suddenly reached out next to him, grabbed him by the collar and shook it hard.

The driver flew into the air, knocked down the off-road motorcycle parked on the side, and then was shot in the chest again, and instantly lost his breath.

After returning to the living room and searching to make sure there was no one else, Ethan went back to the office area.

While Hood was still unconscious, Ethan picked up the wet towel that had fallen on the floor and wiped his face a few times.

After some tossing, Hood finally woke up.

He blinked incredulously when he saw Ethan standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

He was relieved to see the corpses on the ground.

Hood gritted his teeth, stood up with Ethan's support, and gasped at the sight of Brantley, who had been impaled through the neck by his cane and pinned to the couch:

"Shet, how did you do that?"

"Some luck, some strength."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, walked to the next wine cabinet, took a bottle of whiskey down, uncorked it and handed it to Hood.

He took the bottle and took a few sips of it hungrily, finally relieving himself.

"Let's go, there are two more people to solve."

Ethan pulled out a freshly picked pistol from his back and handed it to Hood.

Hood withdrew from the magazine, checked the bullets, and immediately fired two shots at the beard.

After taking a breath of relief, he staggered and followed Ethan to the back.

As soon as they got out of the car, they got into the woods on the side of the road and kept walking inside.

After about two hundred meters through the trees, there was the sound of shovels digging in front of me.

The two of them slowed down and slowly touched forward.

Special Agent Phillips was standing in a rectangular dirt pit half a meter deep, panting and wielding a shovel.

"Alright, you don't have to be six feet deep."

The voice from behind froze his body.

Phillips turned around and looked at the two men standing in the pit, and said to the man with the gun in a trembling voice:

"Please, killing a federal agent will cause you a lot of trouble."

"Really?"

The man with the pistol smiled, and he glanced at his watch: "Sorry, we're still in a hurry." ”

With that, he raised his pistol.

Phillips was thirsty and looked at the muzzle of the gun unwillingly.

"Bang."

"Bang bang."

His body trembled violently, and a warm mist of blood sprayed onto his face.

The man who was pointing the gun at him exploded in the chest and threw himself into the pit, and several clouds of blood erupted from the other person.

Footsteps sounded, and Ethan hurried forward.

He kicked the man Hood had hit into the pit, picked up his double-barreled shotgun, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

The sound of this gunshot announced the death of all the people brought by Brantley.

Ethan slung the shotgun to his shoulder and patted the butt in satisfaction.

Phillips couldn't laugh at this time, and he raised his hands high as he looked at the muzzle of the black hole.

Hood struggled to point the pistol at him for a moment, then put it down:

"I didn't kill Racine."

"I know."

Phillips' beating heart calmed down, and he slowly lowered his hands:

"I found Racine's body, and with him was a female corpse with a gun that matched the trajectory of the bullet that killed Racine."

"The female corpse confirmed that she was a wanted killer."

"Then what are you doing with me?" Hood gritted his teeth.

"After all, you're pretending to be a sheriff, so it's only natural for me to look for you, right?" Phillips shrugged his shoulders again:

"Still, it's mostly out of curiosity."

"My job is to investigate the missing agent, and after finding your file with Rahimine, I became interested in you."

"Curiosity kills not only cats, but also people." Hood's expression was complicated, and he hesitated, but walked to the side of the pit and stretched out his arm.

Phillips looked at the arm stretched out in front of him and pursed his lips.

No matter who the other party is, it is always right to save his life, and the more senior the agent, the more he knows how to be flexible, and he will not go on a rampage like a stunned young man.

He reached out, grabbed Hood's arm, and walked out of the pit.

Ethan was also relieved to see that this FBI special agent accepted Hood's kindness.

Others are also out of work, if everyone has no grudges and no grudges, they don't have to go all the way to the dark.

Phillips walked up to Ethan and held out his hand:

"Thanks, I'm FBI Special Agent Robert Phillips."

"You're welcome, Banshee Town Police Department, Ethan Morgan."

experienced a life and death crisis together, but it gave them an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"That's right."

Phillips said to Hood again with an apologetic face: "

Before I go to arrest you, leave a copy of your file at the police station, you sheriff's game should not be able to play. ”

"I suggest you don't go back, and leave Banshee Town directly."

Hood's face changed greatly, he didn't expect this one to happen.

Ethan wasn't sure about Phillips' attitude, but as soon as he said this, it proved that he really intended to let Hood go.

"Are you referring to a yellow file bag with blue folders and a box of videotapes?"

Ethan pouted the barrel and two empty shells ejected.

(End of chapter)