My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Sandro, you are my informant."

He scraped his cheek with his thumb and leaned against the guardrail: "I didn't plan to tell you about this matter. It's confidential."

"But you are all smart guys, and you will be able to guess it sooner or later."

"I don't want you to feel that you are being used by me and create unnecessary barriers."

Even if you are an agent, you also need a few friends.

There were some things that could still be said that did not involve the core issues. After much thought, Matt decided to tell the truth.

"I only want the judge's life."

Phillips spread his hands and gave his answer.

In all his years in the FBI, he has never seen anything dirty. In order to achieve certain goals, sometimes compromises and peacemaking must be made.

Since it was Matt who brought it up, Ethan asked:

"What type of informant."

"He and the Inquisitor are competitors." Matt gave Ethan an unexpected answer. He reached into his pocket and took out a tube of cigars: "Inquisitor, we have been keeping an eye on him for a while."

"Even if there is no case of Phillips, we will take action against him in one or two years."

"you mean?"

Ethan looked at the man standing against the wall inside in surprise: "Who is he?"

"That's right, a sole trader." Matt nodded and said with a smile: "I have a hound dog, which is pretty good and very obedient."

"Of course, I have known him for many years before making this decision."

"This cooperation is necessary." Matt knew the character of his old friend, so he just looked at Ethan: "If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have gotten the Inquisitor's information so quickly."

"When we face the Inquisitor later, Sandro's men will move to spread the pressure on us."

"If you don't feel comfortable with that, I can keep him from having any contact with you."

In fact, there was no need for Matt to say these things to Ethan.

But a certain intuition told him that it would be more appropriate to tell the matter. Although he had never seen the other party's strength, what he knew now was what Phillips said.

But Matt still had an inexplicable fear that made him not want to hide it from Ethan.

"order."

Ethan looked at Matt playfully: "It's a very smart approach. Since it can't be eliminated, let's make it orderly."

In fact, his gameplay is similar to Hank's.

Some things are deep-rooted.

There is no way to clear it, so we can only try our best to keep it in a relatively stable state.

Moreover, with such a person in hand, whatever the CIA wants to do will become very convenient, just like this operation.

The most critical point is that Matt has become the intelligence agency's black glove.

Part of the money he earns will continue to become operational funds for the Intelligence Bureau. Of course, it is inevitable that some of it will flow into the pockets of some big shots.

There’s nothing to say about this, it’s the same all over the world.

Although there is a risk of losing the tail or even backlash, it is still a smart move overall.

If they don't take the money, they take it alone.

This sounds very dirty, but it is reality, a reality that will make moral gentlemen collapse when they hear it.

"That's right."

Seeing that Ethan instantly understood the core of the problem, Matt sucked on his cigar with admiration: "This is all for order. Do you know how many drug addicts there are in the country?"

"More than thirty million!"

“If there is a market, there will be people who want to do this business.”

"We cannot control everyone. We can only make order controllable within the scope of our influence."

In fact, there is one most critical issue that both of them avoid talking about.

When this kind of thing tastes sweet, when money keeps coming in, some people will be corrupted by greed, and those people will do some incredible things for the sake of profit.

This time, it was to clear out competition for Sandro.

Next time, it will be to help him expand the market and find ways to gain greater benefits.

But all this has nothing to do with Ethan.

After being a law enforcement officer for so long, he understands one thing. There are endless evils in the world, big and small. As long as he is not provoked, he is often too lazy to deal with them.

Besides, you are a dead Taoist friend, but you are a poor Taoist who is not dead.

It's not my turn to interfere, and I don't have the ability to interfere.

It's very interesting for Matt to be able to talk about this kind of thing and explain it to himself.

"rest assured."

Ethan and Matt bumped fists: "I have no objection."

The few people communicated briefly and then walked into the living room. Ethan's eyes flickered to Sandro. The three of them were chatting about something outside without anyone asking.

Being an agent does not have as strong a curiosity as being a police detective.

They understand one thing very well, curiosity can really kill people sometimes.

Several large boxes placed next to the living room have been opened by Catherine and others, revealing a dazzling array of equipment inside.

The shock-absorbing sponge is filled with various weapons.

Pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, and sniper rifles are all available.

Not only that, next to the RPG-7, in addition to a few rockets, a large number of grenades were densely stuck in the sponge.

Another box contained a Kevlar bulletproof vest.

There are also night vision goggles, stab-proof gloves, military daggers, hoods, and first-aid medicines, all of which are well prepared.

No wonder the expressions of these three agents didn't change much when they heard about the large number of guards just now. The equipment here can arm more than a dozen people to the teeth. With these things in hand, they can at least fight back and forth.

"Does your intelligence agency also use this thing?"

Squatting down, Ethan patted the RPG rocket launcher and asked Catherine with a smile: "It doesn't sound like a good match for you."

"This is a fight."

Catherine shook her head and explained: "It doesn't need anything sophisticated, it just needs to be easy to use."

In her hand, she held a sniper rifle.

After a quick inspection, he placed it in a long gun box, with spare magazines and bullets all arranged in an orderly manner.

Ethan picked up an underarm holster, then grabbed an MP5 and a Glock.

Looking at Catherine's fussing, he admired in his heart, a woman who likes to play with guns has a special kind of beauty.

He cleared his throat and asked:

"We won't need it for what we're going to do tonight, right?"

"Get ready first."

Catherine closed the sniper rifle box: "If there is any situation later, you can use it at any time."

After saying this, she smiled and grabbed two Colt M1911s from the ammunition box, and quickly checked the condition of the guns.

In the safe house, everyone selected weapons according to their own habits.

The clicking sound kept ringing, and it didn't stop until half an hour later. Everyone returned to their rooms to adjust, waiting for nightfall in Medellin.

Thanks to brother Chen Nianbai for the reward and support, thank you!