My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

They had already asked what they needed to know, so they didn't stay in this bar any longer.

Ethan doesn't like this kind of environment, it will encourage the violence in his heart.

After walking out of the bar, he took out his cigarette case and distributed it to everyone.

He took out his Dupont lighter, lit the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke.

Noticing Hank rummaging through his pockets, he tossed the lighter away.

Taking the lighter, Hank looked at it and lit it.

"Your name is Siobhan, right?" Phillips took the lighter and looked at Siobhan: "I will go to Dr. Quick tomorrow and let you know if there is any news."

"Before that, I need you Banshee Town Police Department to maintain the original rhythm, do you understand what I mean?"

Siobhan nodded, as long as the case could be solved smoothly, she didn't care what method was used.

If the police department is dispatched in large numbers, it will also alert the murderer.

Siobhan said: "I will report the relevant situation to the police chief."

"This is whatever you want."

Phillips lit the lighter and waved nonchalantly.

In this case, he already had the highest command authority, even the local police chief.

He handed the lighter back to Ethan and said with a smile:

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Ethan knew that he was not giving up the cigarette. This was the second time he had saved him.

"It's very late now. Are you interested in following me to the dry cleaners tomorrow?"

Phillips flicked off the cigarette ashes and said seriously: "You should be very interested in this anti-human murderer now, right?"

These words spoke to Ethan's heart. He really wanted to meet such a person.

He put away the lighter and strolled towards where the vehicle was parked. At the same time, he raised the hand holding the cigarette high and waved it casually:

"I remembered you had my phone number."

Seeing the two people walking away, Hank asked in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you say that his father was the former police chief here?"

"Dupont lighters, those are not cheap, black police?"

"There must be illegal operations. I told you, he is as unruly as you." Phillips said while chewing a cigarette:

"But that's not the case with black police."

"You saw those aborigines today? There is an aboriginal casino nearby."

"What do you want to say?" Hank followed him forward.

"According to the latest information I found about him."

Phillips took out his keys and opened the car door: "It's hard to say now, but in a year or two, he will definitely be richer than the two of us combined."

"He has a stake in that Aboriginal casino."

"Although I don't know how he did it, the lighter just now is not worth mentioning to him."

"Walter?"

Hank sat in the car, his eyes flashing:

"That's the millionaire. Now the difficulty has increased. I have to say, I like the way he acted just now."

"Even rich people have their hobbies." Phillips started the car: "Things with challenges are more fun, right?"

The Chevrolet SUV drove forward slowly and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

The next morning, Ethan received a call from Phillips and immediately drove out.

Soon we arrived at the address mentioned by the black-haired man yesterday. Phillips' black Chevrolet SUV was parked on the corner of the street.

After he parked the car, he approached the SUV while drinking coffee.

"Good morning."

Ethan leaned against the car door and greeted the two people inside: "Any plans?"

"It's ten o'clock in the morning."

Phillips glanced at his watch: "The dry cleaning shop has been open for business for a long time. Shall we go in directly?"

As he spoke, he looked at Hank.

Hank nodded: "I have no objection."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and looked at this Hank carefully. He must be a very special person for Phillips to ask for his opinion.

He has the face of an old-school white tough guy, and his voice is low and slightly hoarse.

During the conversation, it gives people a feeling of trust.

Ethan shook his head and tapped on the car door with his fingers: "You are not familiar with this place. This row of buildings all have back doors."

"I'll go there and wait, and you'll start taking action again in one minute."

After speaking, he threw the coffee cup into the trash can and walked around behind.

Phillips and Hank looked at each other, then raised their watches in unison.

When the time came, the two of them immediately got out of the car and walked to the dry cleaning shop.

Pushing open the glass door, Phillips glanced around.

At the service desk next to the door, a black woman wearing red clothes stood inside.

The dry cleaning shop doesn't seem like a big space, and the clothes wrapped in dust bags are hung densely.

"How can I help you?"

The clerk's eyes were a little flustered when he saw two big men walking in empty-handed.

"I highly doubt you can help me."

Phillips discovered the partition door behind the clothes rack, answered her casually, and then strolled inside.

"Hey."

The woman in red ignored the customer standing next to her who came to pick up clothes. She leaned forward on the service table and said excitedly: "You can't just go to the back like this. It's a private place."

"Thanks for your reminder."

Hank turned back to her and nodded: "We know it's a private place."

Even though they said this, they still walked to the partition door without any care and pushed it open with all their strength.

Unlike the narrow outside, the inside is bright and clean.

In front of the desk, a white man wearing a yellow plaid shirt was examining the body of a woman with her topless breasts exposed.

"Shhhh~"

Phillips whistled and took off his sunglasses:

"My God, these are a pair of giants."

"Hey hey hey."

The man in the plaid shirt loosened his hands and asked angrily: "Walter, you can't just come in like this."

"But we came in like this, what can you do?"

Hank walked to the table nearby and sat down: "Beauty, leave quickly, you have nothing to do here."

"Dr. Quick."

Phillips lifted a corner of his suit jacket to reveal the badge hanging on his belt: "FBI, I think we can have a good chat."

Quick's hands shook slightly when he saw the badge.

The woman who came for a breast augmentation reexamination also hurriedly wrapped herself in clothes, picked up the handbag on the side and ran out quickly along the partition door.

"Dr. David Quick."

Phillips pulled up a chair and sat down with his legs crossed:

"Your information is really interesting."

Quick stood up suddenly and ran toward the back along the straight corridor next to him.

From the middle corridor, four or five meters inward is the back door.

Phillips and Hank didn't even have the intention to move, and looked at his escaping figure with a sneer.

"Bang."

Quick ran to the back and just opened the door when a muffled sound came.

He took a few steps back and stumbled to the ground.