My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Inside the Chevrolet, besides Hank, Phillips was also sitting in the driver's seat.

"Mr. Boyt."

"Phillips."

Ethan walked over and said hello to the two of them: "Why is it such a coincidence today?"

"Why did you call him by his first name?"

Hank took off his sunglasses dissatisfied: "And you called me Mr. Boyt?"

"After everything we've been through, you still can't treat me as a friend?"

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." Ethan smiled and bumped fists with him.

"Do me a favor."

Hank smiled at the corners of his eyes: "Just call me Boyt."

"Of course that's no problem."

The weather was getting a little cold, so Ethan sniffed and looked at Phillips.

They would not appear in this place for no reason. They must have something to do with him. Ethan listened.

After Phillips and Hank looked at each other, they said:

"How about we go get some coffee?"

They acted so mysteriously that Ethan was confused, but they were all friends who had fought together, and there was still time for a cup of coffee.

Ethan patted the roof of the car: "Starbucks."

After speaking, he walked towards his Dodge Challenger.

A few minutes later, the three of them were sitting on the terrace outside Starbucks.

Thinking of what happened three days ago, Phillips was still frightened. He shook his head and said, "Those people are really crazy."

Ethan and Hank both nodded, Phillips was absolutely right.

After the scene was under control, Brock rushed over with people from the Banshee Town Police Department and launched a search.

In a secret altar in the basement, they found ten hearts used for sacrifice.

In other words, it’s not just three women who suffered sacrifice.

Many more people were killed before then.

"Can the life sentence be confirmed?" Ethan looked at Phillips.

"Pretty sure."

Phillips nodded: "As far as the prison I arrange for him, I guarantee you that Bode will live a life worse than death."

Putting the previous things behind him, Phillips looked at Ethan: "Do I need to introduce you to a psychiatrist? I know a top one."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and placed the cup firmly on the table:

"Phillips, do you need me to kick your ass? My skills are also top-notch."

"puff."

Hank choked on his coffee and quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped it on his mouth.

"you mean?"

Phillips asked in surprise: "Have you never done any psychological counseling in all the things you have experienced?"

Ethan glanced at him and tapped his fingers on the table flexibly:

"Do you think I have a psychological problem?"

Can a mentally healthy person do something like you?

Phillips thought so in his heart, but he did not dare to say it out loud.

Although he knew that Ethan would not do anything to him, it was not worthwhile to be punished. He knew that the person in front of him was capable and had the courage to do such a thing.

Even if he gets punched a few times, it's impossible to arrest Ethan for this.

After all, this was the third time that the young man in front of me had saved him.

Phillips coughed and replied with a smile:

"Of course not."

"Okay, I've drank the coffee. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Ethan looked at them with raised eyebrows, these two people must have something to find him.

After a moment of silence, Phillips said:

"We want to recruit you."

Seeing that Ethan was about to speak, he waved his hand quickly and said, "Don't refuse yet, listen to me."

"I've met a lot of people like you, trust me."

"People like you will always take two roads sooner or later."

Phillips raised a finger: "First, become a complete criminal, and the kind who commits shocking crimes. I will not be surprised if I face you in the future."

Ethan picked up the cup and smelled the aroma of coffee.

"Second." Phillips stretched out his second finger:

"Return to your old life, the blue life."

"After going through so many things, you can't settle down and be an ordinary person. Even though you are rich, I know that's not what you want."

"I won't say any bullshit about fighting criminals. It won't do you any good."

"But you must have felt great about punishing bad guys the past few days, right? Going to the District Attorney's office today must have been a very unpleasant feeling, right?"

Phillips held the coffee cup with both hands and said sincerely:

"Then why don't you choose to get your license back and become a legal disciplinarian?"

Ethan looked at the two people opposite him carefully. They both looked at him seriously. He had to say that Phillips' words made him a little moved.

After taking a sip of coffee, he reached into his pocket.

"Smoke me."

Hank took out a pack of cigarettes from his leather jacket and handed them over.

"Thanks."

Ethan took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking silently.

Phillips and Hank were not in a hurry. They lit cigarettes respectively and let him think slowly.

After smoking out half a cigarette, Ethan suddenly stopped tapping his fingertips on the countertop:

"You want to recruit me?"

"If I'm not wrong, you two shouldn't be in the same system, right?"

Seeing that he didn't explicitly refuse, Hank's eyes lit up.

Phillips straightened his tie and said in a deep voice:

"You should be very clear about my situation."

"Now for the formal introduction, Hank Boyt, sergeant of the Intelligence Unit of the 21st Precinct of the Chicago Police Department."

Ethan looked down his arm, and Hank nodded to him.

Phillips patted Hank on the shoulder: "He has been my old friend for more than 20 years. Now he has taken over the position of Sheriff and needs help."

"It seems to me that you will work very well together."

"Thank you, but forget it."

It sounded like he wanted to recruit him for Hank, but as soon as Ethan heard about the intelligence team, he decisively shook his head and refused.

Seeing his flat refusal, Phillips and Hank's expressions became a little stiff.

Ethan shrugged and looked at Hank, and said sheepishly:

"Sorry, thank you for looking up to me, but I'm not interested in intelligence work."

According to his understanding, intelligence departments like this generally do support work, mainly providing intelligence support to other main departments.

For this kind of work, Ethan said he couldn't cheer up at all.

"I think you have some misunderstanding."

Hearing Ethan say this, Phillips breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Hank:

"How about you explain it to Ethan?"

There is no explanation for this, but Ethan still spread his hands and looked at Hank.

Hank smiled and said in a hoarse voice:

"The Windy City, my city."

"Precinct 21, on the South Side of Chicago. If you understand what this means?"

Ethan nodded, indicating that he had heard of Chicago's South Side.

Chicago is a very interesting city. The rich people don't close their doors at night in the North Side and pick up things on the street.

The poor are struggling to survive in the Southern District.