My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 376 Legal Punisher

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

"Mr. Boyett."

"Phillips."

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

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

Hank took off his sunglasses dissatisfied: "And you call me Mr. Boyett?"

"We've been through all this and you still can't think of me as a friend?"

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

"Do me a favor."

Hank smiled from the corner of his eyes: "You can just call me Boyett."

"Of course it's fine."

The weather was getting colder, Ethan sniffed and looked at Phillips.

They will not appear in this place for no reason, there must be something to find themselves, and Ethan will make a hearing.

Phillips and Hank looked at each other and said:
"How about we go get a cup of coffee?"

They were so mysterious that Ethan couldn't figure it out, but we 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, three people sat on the terrace outside Starbucks.

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

Both Ethan and Hank nodded, Phillips was right.

After controlling the scene at that time, Brock rushed over with people from the Banshee Town Police Department and started a search.

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

That is to say, not only three women were sacrificed.

Before that, many more people were killed.

"Can life imprisonment be confirmed?" Ethan looked at Phillips.

"Very sure."

Phillips nodded: "As far as the prison I arranged for him, I assure you, Bode's life would be worse than death."

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

Ethan took a sip of coffee and put the cup firmly on the table:
"Phillips, need me to kick your ass? My skills are top notch."

"puff."

Hank choked on his coffee and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"what do you mean?"

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

Ethan glanced at him, and tapped his fingers on the table nimbly:
"In your opinion, I look like a person with a psychological problem?"

Can a mentally healthy person do something like yours?
Phillips thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

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

Even if he received a few punches, it was impossible to arrest Ethan because of this.

After all, this young man in front of him has saved himself for the third time.

Phillips coughed and replied with a smile:

"Of course not."

"Okay, I've drank the coffee too, so let's talk about it if you have anything to say."

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

After a while of silence, Phillips said:
"We want to recruit you."

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

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

"People like you, sooner or later, will always set foot on two paths."

Phillips stretched out a finger: "First, become a complete criminal, and the kind who commits a shocking crime. If I meet you in the future, I will not be surprised."

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 so many things, you can't be an ordinary person with peace of mind. Even though you are rich, I know that's not what you want."

"I'm not going to say any crap about fighting criminals, it's not going to work for you."

"But the feeling of punishing bad guys a few days ago, you must feel very happy? It must be very uncomfortable to go to the district attorney's office today, right?"

Holding the coffee cup in both hands, Phillips said sincerely:
"Then why don't you choose to get your license back and be a legal punisher?"

Ethan carefully looked at the two people across from him. They all looked at him seriously. It has to be said that what Phillips said made him a little moved.

After he took a sip of coffee, he fumbled into his pocket.

"Pick mine."

Hank pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his leather jacket and handed it over.

"Thank you."

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

Phillips and Hank were not in a hurry, and lit cigarettes respectively, letting him think slowly.

After smoking half a cigarette, Ethan stopped tapping his fingertips on the table suddenly:
"You want to recruit me?"

"If I'm not wrong, the two of you shouldn't be from 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, let me introduce you officially, Hank Boyett, the Chief of the Intelligence Unit of the 21st Division of the Chicago Police Department."

Ethan looks down his arm, and Hank nods at him.

Phillips patted Hank on the shoulder: "He is my old friend for more than 20 years, and now he has taken over the position of sheriff and needs help."

"In my opinion, the cooperation between you will be very good."

"Thank you, but forget it."

According to what he meant, he wanted to recruit himself for Hank, but Ethan shook his head decisively and refused when he heard about the intelligence team.

Seeing his refusal so flatly, the faces of Phillips and Hank were a little stiff.

Ethan shrugged and looked at Hank, and said embarrassedly:

"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 to provide intelligence support to other main departments.

For this kind of work, Ethan said that he couldn't lift his spirits at all.

"I think you've misunderstood something."

Hearing what Ethan said, Phillips breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked at Hank:

"Why don't you explain it to Ethan?"

There is nothing to explain, but Ethan still opened his hands and looked at Hank.

Hank smiled and said in a hoarse voice:

"The Windy City, my city."

"21st Precinct, on the South Side, if you know what that means?"

Ethan nodded, indicating that he had heard the name of Chicago Southside.

Chicago is a very interesting city. Rich people don't close their homes at night and don't pick up things on the road in the North Side.

The poor struggled to survive in the southern suburbs.

(End of this chapter)