My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Under the introduction of Phillips, Ethan and Matt held hands tightly.

The two looked at each other, their eyes flickering.

This man named Matt, with a gray beard, looks to be in his 40s, with a curly head.

On hand, in specific places.

As soon as you touch it, you will encounter thick calluses.

With just his hand, he should have killed a lot of people. Without years of shooting and shooting, this kind of cocoon would not have formed.

And look at people with a trace of scrutiny.

Ethan made a simple judgment, the man was not as simple as he seemed,
"Matt."

Phillips explained again: "This is Ethan, my friend."

"Hello."

Matt smiled at Ethan, then let go.

He also made his own judgment on Ethan, he looked like a student who just came out of school, with a peaceful and handsome face, without any threatening force, and he didn't know how the old man would make friends with this person.

Seeing guests coming, the intelligence team greeted them one after another.

Especially Rusek and Atwater, who had fought side by side in New York, got up and shook hands with Phillips with a hint of acquaintance.

As for Matt, Phillips did not continue the introduction.

The former folded his arms and looked at the simple office area.

"Let's go."

Ethan waved his hand and said, "Go to my office and talk."

Under the leadership of Ethan, the two of them followed into the sheriff's office inside, and saw each other sitting calmly on the large office chair, Matt's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be the sheriff.

"Boss."

Nadia came in with two cups of coffee and placed them carefully on the table.

"You don't need to do these things." Ethan looked at Nadia with a smile, and waved: "Go out, close the door, thank you."

Long face, too long face.

It is quite a pomp to have such a young and beautiful girl help pour the coffee.

"Aren't you afraid that people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will trouble you?"

As soon as the door was closed, Phillips looked at the layout of the office and asked cheerfully, "You spent tens of thousands of dollars here, right?"

"I spend my own money."

Ethan took out the anti-eavesdropping device left by Hank from the drawer, and pressed it on: "If you have something to say, just say it. I think there is nothing good for you to come here this time."

Matt saw the thing, and a small smile formed on the corner of Matt's mouth.

Judging by the tone, the quarterback and Phillips have a good relationship, not an ordinary relationship, and would not speak like this.

It's just that he didn't understand why Phillips brought himself here.

"I gave this thing to Hank." Phillips looked at the disc-like instrument, and Falun smiled: "It's outdated now, but it's enough for a local police station."

"Is such that."

Seeing Ethan looking straight at him, Phillips said quickly, "I'm here this time to ask you for a favor."

"I'm listening."

Ethan nodded and took out a cigarette.

"I've already found out about the whereabouts of the judge through some connections." Phillips' face became serious: "He's hiding in the forests of Columbia, and he's been active again recently."

"FBI, two people died at his hands."

"Two of my men were killed by him."

"The FBI has revenge, so I decided to go to Columbia and kill him."

"just you."

Ethan spewed out a puff of smoke, and smiled helplessly: "Don't blame me for speaking badly, have you ever heard of giving away people's heads?"

Phillips is also in his 50s and [-]s. His hair is bald, his face is pale, and his face is wrinkled. He looks like a little old man.

Combat power is not bad.

But running to someone else's place and wanting to take down the local lord is not enough for him.

"So, this is what I want to ask you for."

Phillips took out a cigarette from Ethan's cigarette case and lit it for himself: "How about you accompany me to Colombia?"

The soot was lightly flicked by a finger and fell quietly.

Looking at Phillips with a serious face, Ethan bit his cigarette butt and rubbed his teeth.

Good guy, it turned out to be waiting here.

He scratched his face. It was hard to refuse this request.

First, we are also friends.

The last time I asked Phillips for help, even though it was the middle of the night, the other party directly pulled people out to work without saying a word.

Secondly, the two people who died were also responsible.

If it wasn't for them, they wouldn't have gone on that mission, and they wouldn't have died tragically in the apartment building.

Just as Ethan was thinking, Matt looked at Phillips suspiciously, and the latter gave him a wink, signaling to be calm.

"why me?"

Ethan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and pressed the cigarette butt firmly on the ashtray: "Your FBI is quite elite, you can easily pull out a team of veterans."

"and also."

He looked at Phillips: "Colombia, can your FBI intervene?"

"Aren't you afraid that those agents will have opinions?"

The Federal Bureau of Investigation is mainly responsible for domestic work.

Another department is responsible for overseas affairs. If that department knows that the FBI has gone abroad to do things and things, it will be another trouble.

"To be honest."

Phillips spread his hands: "I have seen many retired special forces, but I have not seen many who are better than you."

"With you by my side, I feel more at ease."

Matt on the side kept his expression on his face, but the flip-flops that were still shaking just now stopped suddenly.

This kind of evaluation is hard to hear from Phillips.

He looked suspiciously at Ethan's hands on the table. They were clean and slender. Not to mention long-term gun training, they looked like people who had never done heavy work.

"This time it's a private operation."

Phillips continued: "The FBI, will not admit to anything, but will provide the utmost support."

"As for the agent you mentioned."

Under Ethan's unexpected gaze, he stretched out his hand to the side and patted Matt on the shoulder: "Introduction again, CIA, Matt."

"He is my old friend, and this time, he will help."

"The news that the judge is in Colombia is what he collected and investigated. At that time, he will also go to Colombia with me."

Two departments, one external and one internal.

There is both competition and cooperation.

If they encounter a target they want to attack but are outside the scope of authority, they will pull the other party over to form a joint action team, twisting around and crossing it together.

Judging from Phillips' tone, he hated the judge to the bone.

He must avenge this revenge.

"and also."

Phillips paused and continued: "I caught some mice recently, and someone was secretly asking about the previous case."

"Now the reward on my head is already 500 million dollars."

"You will never forget the shot you fired, right?"

"Although I have encrypted your identity." With a smile on his lips, he spread his hands: "But I'm not sure if the judge can find out your identity. If he can find out, I think your reward amount should not be higher than I'm low."

"We and him will never die."

"Shet."

Ethan cursed in a low voice, and took out another cigarette.

Horsted was hanged for 20 yuan, so he was shot. He himself was hanged for [-] yuan, and he might be targeted by some people.

In this country, money can make Motui ghosts.

The judge spends a lot of money, and he may not know when his identity will be sold. At the New York branch, he made a record. Who knows how many people will see this terrible thing.

Judging from the judge's reaction, the shot that night should have hit a sensitive part of him.

500 million, to the judge, it means nothing.

If he gets his identity information, he will be linked to some killer organizations.

Others are afraid of Phillips' identity as the FBI, but they will never be afraid of a small city policeman. At that time, what he will face is a top killer.

Things like sniper rifles and rockets may be used.

No matter how much you can fight yourself, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

To eliminate hidden dangers before the danger occurs, Phillips is right, and now the judge and judge are just going to die.

"When are you going to start?"

Ethan took two puffs of cigarettes and looked at Phillips with cold eyes.

The breath on the body is also released.

Matt couldn't help but put his raised foot down, and his fingers twitched.

As a person who has been performing dangerous missions all year round, he is no stranger to this kind of aura. Only people who are extremely dangerous and have blood on their hands can have this kind of aura.

He couldn't help being very curious about this young sheriff.

What makes this person hide so well.

"Depending on your time, we can do it anytime, but it's best to be quick." Seeing Ethan let go, Phillips clenched his fists, and felt a little more confident about this trip to hunt down drug lords.

"Look, I haven't dealt with you people before."

Ethan looked at Matt and said in a deep voice, "However, I hope you can trust it."

As one of the world's four major intelligence agencies, the CIA is famous, and of course Ethan has heard of it.

What these people play is intrigue, playing tricks all over the world.

Although I was helping them this time, I thought I wouldn't think badly about myself, but there were some ugly things that I had to say before.

Matt smiled and just shrugged.

"You can rest assured." Phillips also shook his head with a smile: "You can also trust Matt like you trust me and Hank. We have been friends for more than 20 years."

"If I didn't have trust, I wouldn't say his identity so directly."

He glanced at Matt and said with disdain: "Do you know what this guy's identity is in front of outsiders?"

"Always an adviser to the Ministry of Defense, a guy who can't see the light."

"Do you think I'm an FBI agent, or a Chicago police officer?" Matt's mouth twitched, and he raised his middle finger at Phillips: "My job is to die when I see light."

"How about this."

Ethan knocked on the table and looked at the two people in front of him: "I still have a case in hand. The police were attacked last night, and there is another person at large."

"I'll call you when I've settled the matter."

"correct."

He looked at Phillips and continued to ask, "How long will it take?"

"A week or so."

Phillips raised a finger: "Those people can hide very well. After we pass by, we still need to find a way to force the judge out."

"Okay, I see." Ethan nodded.

"Bump bump." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

He raised his head again and looked in the direction of the door.

"Boss."

Atwater pushed open the door and said excitedly: "Received the call, a patient with a gunshot wound just came to a clinic in the south, and the shot was just behind the shoulder."

"Sorry, I have to take a look."

Ethan grabbed the python on the table and stood up immediately.

"fine."

Phillips waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, Matt and I are also going to chat with Hank."

Ethan nodded and walked out of the office quickly.

Seeing the group of people standing up in unison, Ethan nodded his fingers: "Antonio, Irene, Atwater, you all come with me."

"Hey, Sheriff."

Hearing this, Horstead spread his hands excitedly: "I'm going too, this is coming for me."

"sit down."

Ethan waved decisively and led the three of them down the stairs.

The more they rushed towards him, the more they couldn't let Horsted intervene, just like a doctor wouldn't allow his relatives to use the knife under normal circumstances.

Hot blooded, prone to problems.

"Shet."

Horstead slapped Glock onto the table and sat down resignedly.

The two people in the office were not in a hurry to leave. Matt took a sip of coffee and put down the cup:

"This person is suitable for intelligence work."

"Just put this face out, and the task of dealing with women is best given to him."

"Please."

Phillips shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Even if you want to rob people, I will be ahead of you."

"No way, you really recruited him?" Matt was no longer indifferent in front of his old friend. He asked curiously, "Is this Ethan really that strong?"

"I'm already on the Colombian side, and I got a team out."

"Are you sure you want to call him together?"

"One hundred percent sure." Phillips looked at Matt and asked playfully, "I told you about what happened to me more than a month ago."

"If it were you, what are the chances of surviving?"

In a building, he was besieged and killed by the thugs No. [-], and he was still helpless.

Worst of all, there was the threat of a bomb.

Matt thought of this, scratched his gray beard, and shook his head slowly.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning was already very clear, that is, there was no chance at all. In that case, the possibility of surviving was very slim.

"Yes."

Phillips drank the coffee in the cup and said with a sigh: "This is why I want to take him with me."

"Last time, he was there?"

Matt reacted, and asked in surprise: "You mean, he led you to fight back?"

Phillips put down the empty glass and smiled. (end of this chapter)