My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 369 I'm Not a Policeman
"Good morning, Doctor."

Outside the back door, Ethan's figure appeared. He put down his raised foot and walked in with a smile.

Quick tried to get up with hands and feet, but Ethan slipped him up, dragged him all the way in and pressed him onto the chair: "Where are you going in a hurry?"

Phillips tapped the sunglasses in his hand and said with a smile:

"You're too rude, you won't let me speak, do you want to try again?"

Quick looked at the three men staring at him, gritted his teeth and sat on the chair.

After seeing that he was honest, Phillips nodded:

"I've checked your information, and your medical license has been revoked. That client just now came to you for breast augmentation, right? This is a felony."

Quick patted off the shoe prints on his chest, and took a few heavy breaths: "I don't provide any surgery here."

"That's my friend, she asked me to help see the effect of breast augmentation, that's all."

"I understand."

Phillips shook his leather shoes: "Then what were you running for?"

"I don't like the police."

Quick thought of something, and said confidently: "I also don't like you guys in black, can't I?"

While the two of them were talking, Ethan looked around the room.

The place they are in is an office without filing cabinets.

There is another door next to it, which is covered with frosted glass, so you can't see what's inside, and there is a big lock on the door handle.

He grabbed the iron lock and shook it, it was extremely strong.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Quick was attracted by the movement, turned around and shouted loudly: "You have no right to do this, where is the search warrant?"

"Who told you I needed a search warrant?"

Ethan noticed the key hanging on his waist, and grabbed it forcibly: "I'm not a policeman."

"Waterfa?"

Quick spread his hands and looked at Phillips: "Aren't you from the FBI? Just watching like this?"

Phillips took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped his sunglasses.

His performance made the corners of Quick's eyes twitch with anger.

After a few tries, I quickly found the corresponding key.

Pushing the door open, a small operating room came into view. On the table next to the operating table, there were seven or eight pairs of silicone bags in order from small to large.

Ethan smiled at Quick, and rummaged through it.

"It's an illegal practice of medicine, right?"

Hank walked up behind Quick and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Don't think I don't understand the law." Quick's brow was sweating, and he frequently turned his head to look at Ethan in the operating room: "The evidence you searched in this way is illegal."

"listen."

Phillips snapped his fingers a few times to attract Quick's attention:

"You can do this with me, but I can assure you that things will become complicated and boring in the end. If your business can't go on, you will definitely lose."

Hank held Quick's face with both hands, making him look at Phillips, and at the same time winked at Ethan who was searching.

"or."

Phillips amplifies his voice, distracting him:
"You can answer a few questions for me. If the answer satisfies me, we haven't met today, and your business can continue."

"How is it, are you interested?"

"Okay." Quick was held down by Hank, so he had to give up struggling: "What do you want to know?"

"Body modification."

"I'm listening."

"Are you still doing it?"

"Occasionally."

Hearing the sound of pinging and bangs inside, Quick replied casually, uneasy.

The sound stopped quickly, and Ethan walked out and sat on the table beside him.

Quick was relieved to see that his hands were empty.

Hank also released the hands that were holding him at the right time, making him less nervous.

Phillips put down Erlang's legs and stared at him sharply: "So, you must have had some abnormal operations, right?"

"The ones I refuse to do are even more perverted."

Quick shook his head and said, "People nowadays are so crazy that you can't believe it."

"very good."

Phillips stood up, walked up to Quick and looked down at him:
"Hand over your medical records, and we'll leave immediately."

"Are you joking?" Quick met his gaze without fear: "I make this thing, how could I keep medical records."

"All the guests come here for the name, I only accept cash and never ask for their personal information."

"No matter what you want to know, I don't have what you want here."

"Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" Phillips pulled the chair and sat face to face with him: "Tell me the truth, or I will take you away."

"I'm starting to think that what I just told you is not worth it, you guys are going too far."

Quick reached into his pocket and took out his phone:

"I'm going to call the lawyer, you guys talk to him."

"never mind."

Ethan stepped forward and patted Phillips on the shoulder: "It seems that he really doesn't know anything, let's go."

After speaking, she took advantage of the opportunity to pinch his shoulder.

Although Phillips was a little puzzled, he still stood up.

According to his experience, this Quick must know something, but at this time, it is not suitable to argue with his companions, at worst, he will come back later.

"I am very dissatisfied with this conversation, Dr. Quick."

Phillips took out the business card from his pocket and handed it over: "If you are a smart person, I suggest you call me."

Seeing this, Quick put down his phone.

He took the card and sneered at Phillips.

Hank followed their footsteps, and the three of them left the dry cleaners who were peddling dog meat together.

After returning to the side of the Chevrolet SUV, Ethan stopped.

"What is this for? I haven't resorted to the means yet?"

Phillips spread his hands, showing that he had a lot of ways to make him talk.

"There is no fear in his eyes, not a trace."

Facing the suspicious eyes of the two of them, he reached out and took out a camera from his jacket, and shook it at them: "He won't say important things, so there's no need to waste time with him."

"There's something in this camera that might help."

Hank stretched out his arm: "Good job."

"Thank you."

Ethan touched his fist with him, and then turned on the camera: "Although he was well hidden, I still let me find it."

With the camera pressed by Ethan, the photos on the screen flipped quickly.

Here are all photos recording the postoperative situation, so that Quick can make a better judgment during the follow-up visit.

Looking at the anti-human photos inside, the three of them frowned.

"in my opinion."

Hank reached out and tapped the screen: "Everyone here has the potential to be a serial killer."

"There are dozens of people here, do we have to search for them all?"

Ethan put away the camera and lit a cigarette:
"Maybe, we have to go to the bar last night again."

(End of this chapter)