My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After Phillips' introduction, Ethan and Matt's hands clasped together.

The two looked at each other, their eyes flashing.

This man named Matt has a gray beard, looks to be in his forties, and has a slicked back.

Hands, specific places.

As soon as I made contact, I encountered thick calluses.

His one hand should have killed many people. Without years of shooting, this kind of cocoon would not have been formed.

And the way he looks at people is with a hint of scrutiny.

Ethan simply made a judgment. The man was not as simple as he seemed.

"Matt."

Phillips then explained: "This is Ethan, my friend."

"Hello."

Matt smiled at Ethan and then let go.

He also made his own judgment about Ethan. He looked like a student who had just come out of school. His peaceful and handsome face showed no threat. He didn't know how the old man could make friends with this person.

Seeing the guests coming, the people from the intelligence team greeted them one after another.

Especially Rusek and Atwater, both of whom had fought side by side in New York. The two stood up and shook hands with Phillips with a hint of familiarity.

As for Matt, Phillips did not continue the introduction.

The former crossed his arms and looked at this simple office area.

"Let's go."

Ethan waved and said, "Go to my office to chat."

Under the leadership of Ethan, the two of them walked into the Sheriff's Office inside. When they saw each other sitting calmly on the large office chair, Matt's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be the police chief.

"Boss."

Nadia came in with two cups of coffee and placed them carefully on the table.

"You don't need to do these things." Ethan looked at Nadia with a smile and waved his hand: "Go out and close the door, thank you."

Long face, too long face.

Having such a young and beautiful girl helping to pour coffee is not a big deal.

"Aren't you afraid that people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will cause trouble for you?"

As soon as the door closed, Phillips looked at the layout of the office and asked cheerfully: "Did you spend tens of thousands of dollars here?"

"I spent my own money."

Ethan took out the anti-eavesdropping device that Hank left behind from the drawer and turned it on: "If you have something to say, just say it. I guess you won't do anything good when you come here this time."

Matt saw the thing and a smile appeared on his lips.

Judging from the tone, this quarterback has a good relationship with Phillips, not an ordinary relationship, and he wouldn't talk like this.

It’s just that he doesn’t understand why Phillips brought himself here.

"I gave this thing to Hank." Phillips looked at the disk-like instrument and smiled: "It is outdated now, but it is enough for a local police station."

"Is such that."

Seeing Ethan looking directly at him, Phillips said quickly: "I came here this time to ask you for a favor."

"I'm listening."

Ethan nodded and took out a cigarette.

"I have found out the general whereabouts of the Inquisitor through some connections." Phillips' face became serious: "He is hiding in the forest of Colombia and has recently started to act again."

"FBI, two people died at his hands."

"He killed two of my men."

"The FBI must take revenge, so I decided to go to Colombia and kill him."

"just you."

Ethan puffed out a puff of smoke and said with a helpless smile: "Don't blame me for being harsh, have you ever heard of giving someone a head?"

Phillips is also in his forties or fifties. He has bald hair, a pale face, and wrinkles on his face. He looks like a little old man.

As for combat effectiveness, it's pretty passable.

But when he went to someone else's place and wanted to take down the local independent lord, he still couldn't see enough.

"So, this is what I want to ask you for."

Phillips took out a cigarette from Ethan's cigarette case and lit it for himself: "How about you accompany me to Colombia?"

The ash was flicked by a finger and fell quietly.

Looking at Phillips with a serious look on his face, Ethan bit his cigarette butt and bit his teeth.

Good guy, it turned out to be waiting here.

He scratched his face. It was hard to refuse this request.

First, everyone is also a friend.

The last time I asked Phillips for help, even though it was late at night, he just pulled people out to work without saying a word.

Secondly, the two people who died themselves also bear some responsibility.

If it weren't for them, they wouldn't have gone on that mission, and they wouldn't have died tragically in the apartment building.

While Ethan was lost in thought, Matt looked at Phillips in confusion, and the latter winked at him, signaling to calm down.

"why me?"

Ethan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and pressed the cigarette butt firmly on the ashtray: "You must have a lot of elites in the FBI. You can pick out a team of retired soldiers at any time."

"besides."

He looked at Phillips: "Can the FBI get involved in Colombia?"

"Aren't you afraid that the agents will have objections?"

The FBI is mainly responsible for domestic work.

Another department is responsible for overseas affairs. If that department knew that the FBI was doing things overseas, it would be another trouble.

"To be honest."

Phillips spread his hands: "I have seen a lot of people who have retired from the special forces, but I have not seen many who are better than you."

"With you by my side, I feel more at ease."

Matt on the side had a calm expression on his face, but the flip-flops that had been shaking just now suddenly stopped.

This kind of comment is difficult to hear from Phillips.

He looked at Ethan's hands on the table in confusion. They were clean and slender. Not to mention long-term firearms training, they looked like people who had never done heavy work.

"This time it's a private operation."

Phillips continued: "The FBI, will not admit anything but will provide maximum support."

"As for the agents you mentioned."

Under Ethan's unexpected gaze, he reached out to the side and patted Matt on the shoulder: "Introducing again, CIA, Matt."

"He is an old friend of mine, and he will help me this time."

"The information about the Inquisitor in Colombia was collected and investigated by him. When the time comes, he will also go to Colombia with me."

There are two departments, one for external and one for internal.

There is both competition and cooperation.

If they encounter a target that they want to attack but is outside the scope of their authority, they will pull the other party over and form a joint action team to overcome all the twists and turns.

It can be concluded from Phillips' tone that he hates the Inquisitor to his core.

He must avenge this.

"besides."

Phillips paused and continued: "I caught some rats recently, and someone was secretly inquiring about the previous case."

"The reward on my head now is five million dollars."

"You will never forget that shot you took, right?"

"Although I have encrypted your identity." He smiled and spread his hands: "But I am not sure whether the inquisitor can find your identity. If he can find it, I think your reward amount will not be higher than I'm low."

"We and him will fight until death."

"Shet."

Ethan cursed and took out another cigarette.

Horsted was hanged for 100,000 yuan, so he was shot. He had 200,000 yuan on his body, so he might be targeted by some people.

In this country, money can bring trouble.

The judge spent a large amount of money, and he might not know when his identity would be sold. At that time, he was in the New York branch and made a record. Who knows how many people would be able to see this fatal thing.

Judging from the inquisitor's reaction, the shot that night probably hit his sensitive part.

Five million is nothing to the judge.

If he gets his identity information, he can then link it to some killer organizations.

Others are afraid of Phillips as an FBI agent, but they are never afraid of a small city policeman. When the time comes, he will face a top killer.

Things like sniper rifles and rockets might be used.

No matter how good you are at fighting, there is no way you can guard against thieves for a thousand days.

It is necessary to eliminate the hidden danger before it occurs. Phillips is right. Now he and the Inquisitor are fighting to the death.

"When will we do it?"

Ethan took two puffs of cigarette and looked at Phillips with cold eyes.

The aura on his body was also released.

Matt couldn't help but put down his raised feet, and his fingers twitched.

As a person who has been performing dangerous missions all year round, he is no stranger to this kind of aura. Only people who are extremely dangerous and have blood on their hands can have this kind of aura.

He couldn't help but become extremely curious about this young police chief.

What makes this person hide so well.

"It depends on your time. We can do it at any time, but it's best to be quick." Phillips clenched his fist when he saw Ethan relent, feeling a little more confident about this trip to chase down the drug lord.

"Look, I've never dealt with you guys."

Ethan looked at Matt and said in a deep voice: "But, I hope you can believe it."

As one of the four major intelligence agencies in the world, Ethan has certainly heard of the famous name of the CIA.

What these people are playing is intrigue and conspiracy around the world.

Even though I was helping them this time, I thought I wouldn't have any bad intentions towards myself, but there were some ugly things I had to say up front.

Matt smiled and just shrugged.

"You can rest assured." Phillips also smiled and shook his head: "You can also believe in Matt just like you believe in Hank and I. We have been friends for more than 20 years."

"If I didn't have trust, I wouldn't tell him his identity so directly."

He glanced at Matt and said disdainfully: "Do you know what this guy's identity is in front of outsiders?"

"He will always be a consultant to the Ministry of Defense, a guy who cannot see the light of day."

"Do you think I'm an FBI agent or a Chicago police officer?" Matt twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his middle finger to Phillips: "In my job, you will die if you see the light of day."

"How about this."

Ethan knocked on the table and looked at the two people in front of him: "I have another case on hand right now. The police officer was attacked last night, and there is another person on the run."

"I'll give you a call after I've settled the matter."

"correct."

He looked at Phillips and continued to ask: "How long does it take to go?"

"A week or so."

Phillips raised a finger: "Those people are very good at hiding. After we pass, we still need to find a way to force the inquisitor out."

"Okay, I understand." Ethan nodded.

"Bump bump bump." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

He raised his head again and looked towards the door.

"Boss."

Atwater opened the door and said excitedly: "I received an alarm and a patient with a gunshot wound just came to a clinic in the south. The gunshot site was just behind the shoulder."

"Sorry, I have to go take a look."

Ethan grabbed the python that was placed on the table and stood up immediately.

"fine."

Phillips waved and said, "Go and do your work. Matt and I will also go and chat with Hank."

Ethan nodded and walked out of the office quickly.

Looking at the group of people standing up in unison, Ethan clicked his fingers: "Antonio, Irene, Atwater, you follow me."

"Hey, Sheriff."

Hearing this, Horsted spread his hands excitedly: "I want to go too, this is for me."

"sit down."

Ethan waved decisively and strode down the stairs with the three of them.

The more he went for it, the more he couldn't let Horsted intervene, just like a doctor wouldn't allow his own relatives to operate under normal circumstances.

If you are hot-blooded, problems may easily arise.

"Shet."

Horsted slapped Glock onto the table and sat down helplessly.

The two people in the office were not in a hurry to leave. Matt took a sip of coffee and put down the cup:

"This person is quite suitable for intelligence work."

"With this face, it's perfect to give him the task of dealing with women."

"Please."

Phillips shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Even if you want to rob someone, I will be in front of you."

"No way, have you really recruited him?" Matt no longer looked indifferent in front of his old friends. He asked curiously: "Is this Ethan really that strong?"

"I've already sent someone over to Colombia to get a team out."

"Are you sure you want to invite him together?"

"One hundred percent sure." Phillips looked at Matt and asked playfully: "I also told you about the incident I encountered more than a month ago."

"If it were you, what are the chances of surviving?"

In a building, he was surrounded by thugs No. 100, and he was isolated and helpless.

Worst of all, there is the threat of bombs.

Matt thought of this, scratched his gray beard, and shook his head slowly.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning was already clear, that is, there was no chance at all. In that case, the possibility of survival was very slim.

"That's right."

Phillips drank the coffee in the cup in one gulp and said with a sigh: "This is exactly why I want to take him with me."

"He was there last time?"

Matt reacted and asked in surprise: "You mean, he led you to fight back?"

Phillips put down his empty glass and smiled. (End of chapter)