My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 361 Hank
The daily necessities at home need to be replenished, and food and beverages are also in short supply.

After a frantic purchase, the two of them walked out of the supermarket with a full shopping cart.

Looking at the long shopping list, Rivera was dumbfounded by the summarized prices on it.

After a visit to the supermarket, one or two thousand dollars will be gone.

"Not only do you not behave like a town policeman." Rivera put the things in the trunk and asked curiously: "When you consume, you don't even look like a town policeman."

"Mother Lan and the others paid you a lot?"

"Enough to eat and drink." Ethan said with a smile, "It's a little more than the money in your backpack."

Looking at the little gap between his thumb and index finger, Rivera expressed strong disbelief.

Fill the trunk and close the tailgate.

Ethan looked at the Starbucks cafe next to him: "Let's go, take a break and have a drink."

After shopping in the supermarket for more than half an hour, Rivera was also tired, so she nodded in agreement.

When approaching Starbucks, Ethan narrowed his eyes.

He slapped Rivera's ass: "I want a regular cup of coffee with less sugar, order it for me and wait for me inside."

"When I meet an old friend, I say hello."

Rivera plans to settle here in the future, and she is full of novelty about everything: "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

"People from the FBI." Ethan glanced at her:
"Do you want to know?"

Rivera shook her head quickly, and walked towards Starbucks at a faster pace.

In the place facing the street, there are a few scattered tables.

A man in a black suit and a man in a gray jacket are sitting under a green umbrella, drinking coffee.

Ethan walked straight to the side, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Seeing a stranger sitting down, the white man in a gray jacket cast a wary look.

The man has short hair and appears to be in his 40s.

His temples were already gray, and when he looked at people, his eyes were full of scrutiny.

Ethan smiled at him, then turned his head to look at the man in the black suit, and stretched out his arm: "Special Agent Phillips, long time no see."

The man in the black suit is FBI Special Agent Robert Phillips.

He was the one who found Hood's sore foot and took Hood away, but was almost buried by Brantley's men.

After Ethan rescued him, he also gave him the credit for killing Brantly.

The two exchanged phone numbers, and everyone was an acquaintance.

"Ethan Morgan."

Phillips' face was still so pale, and his nasolabial folds were particularly obvious. He shook hands with Ethan: "It's really been a long time."

The same arrest as last time on vacation almost cost me my life.

The young man in front of him who saved his life and gave him a great credit left a very deep impression on him.

"What brought you to Banshee Town?"

Ethan let go of his hand and asked curiously, "Did any of your agents have an accident?"

"No."

Phillips shook his head: "I'm tired of staying in the internal investigation team, and now I'm going to the Violent Crime Section to change my mood."

Although the words are short, the amount of information is huge.

This is also a person with a deep network. It is not easy for everyone to be an old special agent in these positions.

Last time, Brantley's matter was resolved quietly, which also proved his strength.

But it's none of Ethan's business, he rolled his eyes:
"Violent crime? Are you here to investigate the serial murder case?"

Phillips scratched the bridge of his nose, and said tacitly: "The small town police station is like a colander, nothing can be kept secret."

"But according to your previous status, it's not surprising to know."

Ethan smiled and knocked on the table: "Sorry to interrupt, I just came to say hello to you."

"It's ok."

Phillips waved his hand to show he didn't care.

He looked at Ethan who had stood up again: "Sorry, I checked your profile."

"I found out that you have resigned, are you interested in coming to work with me?"

"Thank you, I just left my job not long ago, so I don't have this idea for now." Ethan nodded to the two of them, turned and left.

Whether it hurt him or saved him.

As an old detective, he would definitely investigate his own information. This is human nature, and Ethan didn't take it to heart.

Phillips kept watching Ethan walk into Starbucks before turning his gaze away.

Noticing that his old friend was staring at him, he picked up his coffee cup:
"Walter?"

"Working with you instead of working for you?"

The white man with gray temples looked at him and asked with great interest, "I've never seen you recruit someone like this before. What's so special about him?"

Phillips did not answer his question, but instead asked him:
"You know Special Agent Racine?"

"of course."

The middle-aged Caucasian man nodded: "Although I'm in Chicago, I've heard his name before. Legendary Detective. It's a pity the ending."

Phillips continued to ask, "And what about Brantly?"

"What do you want to say?"

The white man raised his eyebrows. Brantley also caused a lot of murders in Chicago, but he was still caught by the old man in front of him. It is impossible for him not to know the notorious thug.

Phillips took a sip of coffee, put down the cup and said cheekily:
"Racine also recruited that young man just now, and everyone is an old fellow. I'm not afraid to tell you that it was with his help that I was able to successfully kill Brantley."

The white man's curiosity increased, and he asked repeatedly:
"What's so special about him?"

Phillips raised his finger and played around: "In this small town, Ethan Morgan has been killed by more than [-] people, all of whom are violent criminals."

The white man clicked his tongue and scratched his beard:
"Well, he's a killer, so what does that say, good marksmanship?"

Phillips put down his hand: "Just now, did you look at him like a killer?"

"Like a college student who just graduated, the kind that is very popular with women." The white man thought for a while and made his own judgment.

"There are too many people with good skills in the FBI, but those with his kind of heart are still rare, and they are hardly affected by killing."

Phillips knocked on the table and continued to laugh:
"When you were his age, could you have such achievements?"

"Hank, I have investigated all his cases and found that he and you have a lot in common."

The white man, that is, Hank, sat up straight and made a gesture of listening.

Phillips said seriously: "He is as informal as you are."

"The heart is black and the hands are hot."

"Doing things without playing cards according to the routine, and has a very strong combat capability."

"Although the ability to analyze intelligence has not been shown, judging from the ability shown so far, it is an extremely good hammer."

"I trust your judgment."

These evaluations are undoubtedly talking about himself, Hanke smiled and continued:

"From what you've said, he's an excellent combat police officer."

(End of this chapter)