My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Taking the phone, Ethan looked at the screen.

It was clearly an internal police file. The two people in the photo were both Eastern Europeans. According to records, they had both been imprisoned for violent crimes, and both were veterans of the palace.

There was very little information, so I quickly browsed through it.

It's not surprising at all to have one or two friends in the police station for something like Harold's group.

Having law enforcement officers to help them can be a great convenience no matter what they want to do or what they are investigating.

He handed the phone back, anticipating the next words.

"Based on the investigation of our friends." Reese waved his hand and explained in a calm tone: "These two people are suspected to be subordinates of an Eastern European gang in this city, and their boss is named Julian."

"Have you ever heard of that name?"

Unexpectedly, they actually mastered something. Faced with the inquiry of this elegant agent, Ethan fell into deep thought.

Eastern European gangs in New York, when did I offend these guys?

Why don't you have any impression at all?

"Are they white supremacists?" He frowned, trying to find some evidence.

"According to information provided by friends at the police station."

Reese shook his head slightly and said solemnly: "This organization has nothing to do with white supremacists. Their business scope is illegal immigration, casinos and exclusive products. I don't know how specific it is."

Well, it’s actually not bad news to have.

After all, it was only half an hour, and he couldn't expect them to turn the sudden gunman upside down.

This is very unrealistic.

After thinking for a while, Ethan took out his phone and switched to the address book.

Looking at the number above, he hesitated.

"Mayor Morgan." Seeing this, Harold quickly asked, "Did you remember something?"

"no."

He pursed his lips and dialed the phone: "I just don't want to play guessing games anymore. I happen to have a friend in the law enforcement department. Maybe he can help me investigate this Julian's situation."

At this time, there is no need to worry about owing favors.

The opponent's gunmen have already come to the door, and there is no doubt that they are coming for him. Don't ask the reason for now, let's find out the enemy's situation clearly.

Ethan's idea is simple.

Find this Julian first, and then ask him politely in your own way, and everything will become clear.

Under the gazes of several other people, the call was quickly connected.

"Chief Morgan."

Phillips's voice sounded, and he asked cheerfully: "I haven't contacted you for a long time. How are you doing recently?"

It seems that he doesn't know that he has changed his job. This is normal. Everyone has their own things to be busy with. As long as they don't take the initiative to bring it up, normal people will not care about their friends' job changes.

The two of them have killed people and shared their crimes together.

It’s considered knowing the basics.

So Ethan didn't hide it and said directly: "Help me investigate a guy's situation, where he is and how many people he has under his command. The faster, the better, and the more detailed the better."

"That man is the leader of an Eastern European gang in New York, his name is Julian."

"Get it done, I owe you a favor!"

On the other side of the phone, his breathing became heavy.

Special Agent Phillips agreed without any hesitation: "No problem, give me five minutes."

Checking someone out is trivial.

He doesn't care even if it's an illegal operation.

No matter what, you must get the other person's favor. In Phillips' opinion, this thing is worth more than a million dollars. Compared with the price he has to pay, it is definitely a huge profit.

As for what Ethan was looking for, he said he didn’t want to know.

Looking at the hung up phone, Ethan shook his head and chuckled, then pointed to the wine cabinet next to him: "Mr. Harold, do you mind if I wait here for a few minutes?"

"Maybe how about a glass of whiskey for me?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Harold limped to the wine cabinet and took out the bourbon inside: "This is the original barrel whiskey produced in small batches by Four Roses. It has a delicious taste. It is a good choice to entertain Mayor Morgan."

"Please forgive my curiosity."

Picking up a few more cups, he slowly walked to the sofa and sat down: "Mayor Morgan, who did you contact? Are you sure you can find information about Julian?"

This is how their gang always operates.

After receiving the number, we will investigate the corresponding person to study whether the other person is the victim or the perpetrator. If he is the victim, we will try to find out what happened to the other person.

Then help solve the dilemma.

In fact, when Reese found the gunman while supporting him outside the nightclub, he had already confirmed that someone was planning to kill Ethan Morgan.

It's just that the development of the situation was completely beyond their expectations.

This so-called victim didn't look like a victim at all. Not only did he kill a gunman extremely simply, but he also allowed the other party to find his hiding place in a clever way.

Harold couldn't help but be curious about Ethan.

I also want to understand clearly what happened behind this.

"Thanks."

Taking the cup, Ethan took a careful sip:

"It smells delicious. This is indeed a good wine. Contacting a friend who works in relevant law enforcement departments may have an advantage in obtaining criminal information than your friends in the New York Police Department."

"I doubt it."

Xiao patted the horse dog as it got off her lap, and then raised the glass: "Of course this wine is good. A bottle of five hundred dollars should be enough for you to earn almost a week's salary!"

This woman has a tough tone and carries a gun and a stick.

It seemed that he was still very dissatisfied with what he had just subdued.

However, it is also confirmed from the side that they have not or have not had time to investigate their more private situation. Ethan is very satisfied with this, if his affairs are turned upside down.

No one can be happy.

"Mr. Harold."

He shook his head and raised his glass with a smile: "And Mr. Rees and Ms. Xiao, it's nice to meet you. Although the way of meeting is not pleasant, I believe we will become friends."

These people, after all, are doing good things.

I like these people who do good things, at least I don't have to be too cautious when facing them.

"touch~"

Several people had different expressions and clinked their wine glasses one after another.

Xiao sat carelessly, looking at Ethan provocatively, and at the same time kept pouring the wine in the glass into her stomach, but her eyes widened slightly, and she saw the other person drink up half of the glass of pure whiskey with a smile.

"Come again!"

The empty glass slammed on the table, and Xiao snatched the bottle from Harold's hand.

He poured whiskey for himself and Ethan again, apparently intending to regain the place he had just lost by drinking.

The two of you took one bite at a time and I kept pouring it into your stomach.

Harold was so frightened that he quickly put his hand on the mouth of the cup, and his face looked a little distressed. He was not short of money, but it was just that one bottle of this old whiskey was too much to drink. In his opinion, drinking like this was completely inappropriate. wasted.

Reese slowly sipped the whiskey in his glass and watched with a smile as the two men began to compete in drinking capacity.

Just after they drank two drinks, their actions were interrupted by a crisp thud.

I didn't expect Phillips to be so efficient.

No, it's a backup phone.

Ethan quickly put down the cup and turned on the screen of his prepaid mobile phone. There was a message sent by Jabo. When he clicked on it, a bright severed hand appeared in front of him.

The green nail polish is stained with blood, which looks particularly dazzling! (End of chapter)