My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 774 Hound
"Sandro, you are my informant."

He scraped his cheek with his thumb, and leaned against the guardrail: "I didn't intend to tell you about this matter, it's a secret."

"But you're all smart guys, and you'll figure it out sooner or later."

"I don't want you to feel that you are being used by me and create unnecessary barriers."

No matter how secret agents are, they also need a few friends.

It doesn't involve the core issue, and some things can still be said. After thinking about it, Matt decided to tell the whole story.

"I only want the judge's life."

Phillips spread his hands and gave his own answer.

In all these years in the FBI, he has not seen any dirty things. In order to achieve some goals, sometimes compromises and peace must be made.

Since it was Matt who brought it up, Ethan also asked:
"What type of informant."

"He and the judge are competitors." Matt gave Ethan an unexpected answer. He reached into his pocket and touched a pipe of cigars: "Judge, we've been eyeing him for a while."

"Even if there is no Phillips thing, we will do something to him in another year or two."

"what do you mean?"

Ethan looked at the man standing against the wall in surprise: "He is?"

"That's right, the sole dealer." Matt nodded and said with a smile: "I have a hunting dog, which is not bad, and is very obedient."

"Of course, I have known him for many years before I made such a decision."

"This cooperation is necessary." Matt knew the character of his old friend, so he just looked at Ethan: "If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have gotten the judge's information so quickly."

"When we face the judge later, Sandro's men will move to spread our pressure."

"If you don't feel comfortable about it, I can tell him not to have any contact with you."

In fact, Matt didn't need to talk to Ethan about these things at all.

But an intuition told him that it would be more appropriate to tell the matter. Although he had never seen the opponent's strength, what he knew now was what Phillips said.

But Matt still has an inexplicable fear that makes him not want to hide it from Ethan.

"order."

Ethan looked at Matt playfully: "It's a very smart way, since it can't be eliminated, let's make it orderly."

In fact, his gameplay is similar to Hank's.

Some things are deeply rooted.

There is no way to clear it, but to try to keep it in a relatively stable state.

Moreover, with such a person in control, everything the CIA wants to do will become very convenient, just like this operation.

The most critical point, Matt became the black glove of the Intelligence Agency.

Part of the money he earns will continue to be used as operating funds for the Intelligence Bureau. Of course, part of it will inevitably flow into the pockets of some big shots.

There is nothing to say about this, it is the same all over the world.

Although there is a risk of overhanging the tail, or even backlash, it is still a smart move overall.

They don't take the money, they take it alone.

This sounds very dirty, but it is the reality, a reality that even a moral gentleman would feel collapsed when he hears it.

"Yes."

Seeing that Ethan understood the core of the problem in an instant, Matt sucked on his cigar appreciatively: "It's all for order, do you know how many addicts there are in the territory?"

"More than 3000 million!"

"If there is a market, there will be people who want to do this business."

"We can't control everyone, we can only make the order controllable within the scope of our influence."

In fact, there is one most critical question, which both of them avoid talking about.

When this kind of thing tastes the sweetness, when money comes in continuously, there will be people who will be corrupted by greed, and those people will do some incredible things for profit.

This time, it was to clear Sandro of his competitors.

The next time, it is to help him expand the market and find ways to seek greater benefits.

But all of this has nothing to do with Ethan.

After being a law enforcement officer for so long, he understands one thing. There are endless crimes, big and small, in the world. As long as they don't provoke him, he often doesn't bother to deal with them.

Besides, if you die as a fellow Taoist, you will never die as a poor Taoist.

It's not my turn to interfere, and I don't have the ability to interfere.

It's already very interesting for Matt to be able to tell this kind of thing and explain it to himself.

"rest assured."

Ethan and Matt touched their fists: "I have no objection."

A few people communicated briefly, and then walked into the living room. Ethan's gaze flickered past Sandro. The three of them were talking about something outside, and no one asked.

Being an agent doesn't have as much curiosity as being a police detective.

They understand one thing very well, curiosity, sometimes it really kills people.

Several large boxes placed next to the living room have been opened by Catherine and the others, revealing the dazzling array of equipment inside.

In the shock-absorbing sponge, there are all kinds of weapons.

Pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, and sniper rifles are all available.

Not only that, beside the RPG-7, besides a few rockets, a large number of grenades were densely stuck in the sponge.

Another box contains Kevlar bulletproof vests.

There are also a series of things such as night vision goggles, stab-resistant gloves, military daggers, hoods, and first-aid medicines.

No wonder the faces of the three agents didn't change much when they heard about the large number of guards just now. The equipment here can arm a dozen people to the teeth. With these things in hand, at least they can fight back and forth.

"Will your intelligence agency also use this thing?"

Crouching down, Ethan patted the RPG rocket launcher, and asked Catherine with a smile, "It doesn't sound like a match for you."

"This is fighting."

Catherine shook her head and explained: "I don't need any high-tech things, as long as they are easy to use."

In her hand, she holds a sniper rifle.

After a quick inspection, it was placed in a long gun case, spare magazines, and bullets were all placed in an orderly manner.

Ethan grabs an underarm holster, then grabs an MP5 and a Glock.

Looking at Catherine who was messing around, he admired in his heart, a woman who likes to play with guns has a special sense of beauty.

He cleared his throat and asked:
"We don't need it for what we're going to do at night?"

"Get ready first."

Catherine closed the sniper rifle box: "There is something behind, you can take it at any time."

After she finished speaking, she smiled and grabbed two Colt M1911s from the ammunition box, and quickly checked the condition of the guns.

In the safe house, everyone picked out the weapons they had in hand according to their own habits.

The clicking sound kept ringing, and it didn't stop until half an hour later. Everyone returned to their respective rooms to adjust their status, waiting for the nightfall in Medellin.

　Thank you brother Chen Nianbai for your support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)