My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 764
Looking at the caller number, Ethan was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, it would be him.

Press the loudspeaker, put the phone on the table, and then grab the cigarette case: "Special Agent Phillips, how is your injury?"

"How long has it been, it's been fine for a long time."

Phillips' voice seemed a little energetic, and he asked with concern: "Has the bomber been solved?"

"Ok?"

Ethan lit a cigarette and fiddled with the lighter: "Have you also received the wind?"

"I don't have many things, but I have many friends." Phillips said cheerfully: "I believe this kind of thing should not trouble you."

"By the way, I'll go to Chicago to see you tomorrow."

"Ah?" Green smoke rose, and Ethan asked puzzledly: "What are you doing looking for me, you old man, you have wrinkles all over your face."

"Cough cough cough~"

Phillips coughed violently, and his voice became bitter: "We are friends, isn't it normal to visit each other?"

"You must be trying to trick me."

Ethan picked up the remote control and turned off the TV: "Come here as soon as you come. If there is no accident, I will be at the police station."

"Let's talk tomorrow, busy!"

"Ok, no problem."

Phillips replied and hung up the phone.

Going to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, this guy obviously has something to do.

Ethan tapped the table with his fingers, and then stood up. No matter what happened, it will be revealed tomorrow, so there is no need to waste your mind and guessing now.

I looked at my watch, and before I knew it, I fell asleep for three hours.

The members of the intelligence team have all returned and are busy outside.

Wake up from sleep, full of energy.

Ethan quickly threw himself into his working state, and dealt with the follow-up matters with his colleagues, until the night turned dark, and he finally got everything done.

With a wave of his hand, get off work.

If there is anything, we will talk about it tomorrow.

Everyone left one after another, Ethan found a Sichuan restaurant, and ate hot pot alone.

After a rough meal, I received another text message.

It's okay to be idle, drive the Cadillac, and come to the location sent by Irene.

No wonder old Americans' alcoholism can also become a social problem. They like to go to bars when they have nothing to do. They socialize and have fun in these places. It's strange if they don't become addicted.

As soon as I opened the glass door, I saw Irene.

Besides her, there was Horstead, who were sitting on a bar stool at the bar.

"Boss."

Seeing Ethan enter the door, Erin raised her hand to say hello:
"Come here, here."

I don't know when it started, this guy likes to call himself that.

"Why did you change places tonight?" Ethan rolled up his sleeves and walked over. There was an empty seat next to Irene. He sat down and took a sip of the wine he had prepared in advance.

"Well, Bourbon."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hello." He nodded to the female bartender again: "Please give me another drink, thank you."

"Maddy." Horstead raised the number plate in his hand and smiled at the female bartender: "Just count it on me. This is my sheriff, Ethan Morgan."

"Boss."

Horsted followed Irene, and introduced with a wave: "This is my friend, Maddie Callahan."

"Wow~"

The long black haired bartender looked very sexy in a floral camisole and a thin cashmere coat.

She smiled at Ethan with dimples: "I heard Jie mention you, but I didn't expect you to be so young."

"Of course." She glanced at Horstead and said with a smile:
"Also very handsome."

"Thank you."

Ethan picked up his glass and smiled back. After the female bartender left, he immediately raised an eyebrow at Horstead: "You two definitely have an affair."

"Hey, thank you." Irene patted Ethan on the shoulder and said excitedly:

"I said the same thing, but he refused to admit it."

"Please."

Horstead spread his hands, smiled and shook his head.

"Back to my question just now, why did you change places tonight." Ethan took a sip of whiskey and put down his glass: "Also, what's going on here, you actually invited me to drink?"

"Molly came and went as colleagues, people who knew each other."

Horstead smiled, but his brows were a little worried: "When I'm free, I often come here for a drink or two. What happened today, I think you also need some company."

"Of course, there is something else."

"Let me tell." Irene drank the cocktail in one gulp, interrupting Horsted: "Do you remember the reward?"

"Of course." Ethan nodded.

It was what happened last night, how could I not remember it.

I don't know how Orlinski handled the matter, now let Oscar be killed early, so I can rest assured.

"Horsted came home just now and found that it was stolen." Irene waved her hand, and continued: "Accurately speaking, it should not be called theft. Nothing was lost at home, but it was almost destroyed."

Ethan looked at Hosted, who nodded silently.

"I checked." Horstead said through gritted teeth, "I didn't find anything useful. The suspicion is directed at me."

"Now I need a place to live and wait for this to pass."

"Look, is it convenient for you?"

There are four members of Antonio's family, big and small, and the others are renting apartments. Orlinski is the worst. He has conflicts with his wife and has always slept in the garage.

After much deliberation, Ethan is the most suitable.

It's just that Horsted is a little nervous, wondering if Ethan will agree, after all, one more person is more troublesome, and he is also being offered a reward.

But there is an advantage to living in Hyde Park, the houses there are more secluded.

Security management is very good.

Don't worry, things like this one happen tonight.

"Ding ding ding."

Ethan tapped the wine glass with his fingertips, shrugged and said, "Then you need to buy me another drink."

There are a lot of empty rooms, and there is nothing convenient or inconvenient.

Anyway, no matter whether there are people living there or not, the cleaning company will come over every other week to do a deep cleaning, and they can't bother me.

This kind of thing is easy.

"Thank you."

Horstead immediately relaxed, and he waved his hand to his friend and said, "McGrady, let's have another round, serve us all a drink."

"no problem."

The female bartender came over with a smile and picked up the bottle.

However, her expression changed rapidly, from smiling to frightened in an instant.

This girl looks good, and Ethan has always admired it.

So he discovered something was wrong right away, he quickly picked up the python revolver, and pointed at the door like lightning.

A white man in a black hoodie was raising a pistol and aiming at Horstead viciously. The gun in his hand seemed to spew out flames at any moment.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan's hand speed was astonishing, and the gunfire almost flashed into a ball.

(End of this chapter)