My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Good morning, doctor."

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

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

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

"You're so rude. You didn't even let me speak. Do you want to try again?"

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

After seeing that he was honest, Phillips nodded:

"I checked your information and found that your medical license has been revoked. The client just now was looking for your breast augmentation, right? This is a felony."

Quick patted the shoe prints on his chest and took a few deep breaths: "I don't provide any surgeries here."

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

"I see."

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

"I don't like police."

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

As the two of them talked, Ethan looked around the room.

The place they were in was an office, and there wasn't even a filing cabinet.

There is a door next to it, with frosted glass on it, so you can't see what's inside. There's 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 forcefully: "I'm not a policeman."

"Waterfa?"

Quick spread his hands and looked at Phillips: "Aren't you from the FBI? Are you just watching?"

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

His performance made Quik's eyes twitch with anger.

After trying several times, 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 placed in ascending order.

Ethan smiled at Quick and started rummaging inside.

"This is 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." Quirk was sweating on his forehead. He frequently turned back to look at Ethan in the operating room: "The evidence you searched for in this way is illegal."

"listen."

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

"You can do this with me, but I can guarantee you that things will become complicated and boring in the end, your business will not survive, and you will definitely lose."

Hank grabbed Quick's face with both hands and asked him to look at Phillips, while giving a quick wink to Ethan who was searching.

"or."

Phillips raised his voice to distract him:

"You can answer a few questions for me. If the answers satisfy me, we haven't met today and your business can continue."

"How about it, are you interested?"

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

"Body modification."

"I'm listening."

"Are you still doing it now?"

"Occasionally."

Hearing the sound of pinging bells inside, Quick was uneasy and answered casually.

The sound soon stopped, and Ethan walked out and sat on the table nearby.

Seeing his empty hands, Quick breathed a sigh of relief.

Hank also released his hands holding him down in time to make him less nervous.

Phillips put down his legs and stared at him sharply: "So, you must have had some very perverted surgeries, right?"

"The things I refused to do were even more perverted."

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

"very good."

Phillips stood up, walked to Quick and looked down at him:

"Hand over your medical records and we'll leave immediately."

"Are you kidding?" Quick met his gaze without fear: "How could I leave medical records when I make this thing?"

"All the customers come here because of their reputation. 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 up a chair and sat face to face with him: "Tell me the truth, or I will take you away."

"I'm beginning to feel that what I just said to you is not worth it. You guys have gone too far."

Quick reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone:

"I'm going to call the lawyer. You guys go 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, he squeezed his shoulder.

Although Phillips was a little confused, he stood up.

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

"I'm not satisfied with this conversation, Dr. Quick."

Phillips took out his 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 this shady dry cleaning shop together.

Ethan stopped when he returned to the Chevrolet SUV.

"What are you doing? I haven't resorted to any means yet?"

Phillips spread his hands and said he had plenty of ways to force him to talk.

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

Facing the confused looks of the two of them, he reached out and took out a camera from his jacket and waved it at them: "He won't tell important things, so there's no need to waste words with him."

"What's inside this camera may be helpful."

Hank held out his arm: "Good job."

"Thanks."

Ethan bumped fists with him and then turned on the camera: "Although he was well hidden, I still found him."

The camera was pressed by Ethan, and the photos on the screen flipped quickly.

Here are all photos that record the postoperative conditions, so that Quick can make better judgments during follow-up visits.

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 should go to the bar last night again."