Daily necessities need to be replenished at home, and food and drinks are also in short supply.

The two of them walked out of the supermarket with a full shopping cart after a shopping spree.

Looking at the long shopping list, the summary of prices on it left Liviera dumbfounded.

Once I went to the supermarket, I didn't have one or two thousand dollars.

"Not only do you not act like a town policeman." Liviera put her things in the trunk and asked curiously, "When it comes to consumption, it doesn't look like a town policeman." ”

"Mother Lan, do they pay you very well?"

"Enough to eat and drink." Ethan smiled and said, "A little more than the money in your backpack." ”

Looking at the little slit between his thumb and forefinger, Livira expressed strong disbelief.

Stuff the trunk to the brim and close the tailgate.

Ethan looked at the Starbucks café next to him: "Let's go, go take a break and have a drink." ”

After shopping in the supermarket for more than half an hour, Liviera was also tired, so she quickly nodded in agreement.

As he approached Starbucks, Ethan's eyes narrowed.

He slapped Liviera on the buttocks: "I want a cup of ordinary coffee, less sugar, you can order it for me, wait for me inside." ”

"When I meet an old friend, I'll say hello."

Livira plans to settle here in the future, and is full of novelty about everything: "Aren't you going to introduce me to it?" ”

"FBI guys." Ethan glanced at her:

"Do you want to get acquainted?"

Livira quickly shook her head and walked towards Starbucks at a faster pace.

In the place facing the street, a few scattered tables were placed.

A man in a black suit and a man in a gray jacket sit under a green parasol, and the two are comfortably drinking coffee.

Ethan walked straight to the side, pulled out his chair and sat down.

Seeing a stranger sitting down, the white man in the gray jacket cast a wary look.

The man had short hair and looked to be in his forties.

His temples were gray, and when he looked at people, his eyes were full of scrutiny.

Ethan smiled at him, then turned his head to look at the man in the black suit and stretched out his arm: "Special Agent Phillips, long time no see." ”

The man in the black suit was FBI Special Agent Robert Phillips.

It was he who found Hood's sore foot and took Hood away, only to be almost buried by Brantley's men.

After Ethan rescued him, he also gave him credit for killing Brantley.

The two exchanged phone numbers, and they were acquaintances.

"Ethan Morgan."

Phillips's face was still so pale, and the nasolabial folds were particularly obvious, and he shook Ethan's hand: "It's been a long time. ”

The last time I was on vacation, I almost killed myself.

The young man in front of him who saved his life and gave himself a great credit left a very deep impression on him.

"What brought you to Banshee Town?"

Ethan let go of his hand and asked curiously, "Did something happen to your detective?" ”

"Nope."

Phillips shook his head: "I'm tired of being in the internal investigation team, and now I'm going to the Violent Crime Section to change my mood." ”

The words are short, but the amount of information is huge.

This is also a person with a deep network, and it is not easy for everyone to be an old special agent in these positions.

The last time Brantley's matter was quietly resolved, it also proved his strength.

But this is none of Ethan's business, and his eyes rolled:

"Violent crime? Are you the one who came to investigate the serial murders? ”

Phillips scratched the bridge of his nose and acquiesced: "The town police station is like a colander, nothing can be kept secret." ”

"But according to your previous status, it's not surprising to know."

Ethan smiled and tapped on the table, "Sorry to interrupt, I just came over to say hello to you." ”

"It's okay."

Phillips waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

He looked at Ethan, who had already stood up, "I'm sorry, I've checked your information. ”

"I found out that you have left your job, are you interested in coming and working with me?"

"Thank you, I just left my job, so I don't have this idea for the time being." Ethan nodded at the two of them and turned to leave.

Whether it was harming him or saving him.

As an old detective, he will definitely investigate his own information, which is human nature, and Ethan does not take it to heart.

Phillips watched Ethan walk into Starbucks before he withdrew his gaze.

Noticing that his old friend was staring at him, he picked up his coffee cup:

"Walter?"

"Work with you, not for you?"

The white man with gray temples looked at him and asked with interest, "I've never seen you recruit someone like this, what's so special about him?" ”

Phillips didn't answer his question, and asked him instead:

"Do you know Special Agent Racine?"

"Of course."

The white middle-aged man nodded: "Although I am in Chicago, I have also heard his name, Legendary Agent, but it is a pity that the ending is too much." ”

Phillips continued to ask, "What about Brantley?" ”

"What do you want to say?"

The white man raised an eyebrow, Brantley had also caused a lot of bloodshed in Chicago, and he was still caught by this old man in front of him, and it was impossible for him not to know the notorious thug.

Phillips took a sip of his coffee, put the cup down and cheekily said:

"Racine also recruited the young man just now, and everyone is an old fellow, I am not afraid to tell you that it is with his help that I can successfully kill Brantley."

The white man's curiosity increased, and he asked again:

"What's so special about him?"

Phillips cocked up his finger and played in a circle: "In this town, Ethan Morgan has killed more than thirty people, all of them violent criminals. ”

The white man smacked his tongue and scratched his beard:

"Well, he's a killer, what does that mean, good marksmanship?"

Phillips put down his hand: "Did you look at him just now, like a killer?" ”

"Like a recent college graduate, it's still very popular with women." The white man thought for a moment and made his own judgment.

"There are too many people in the FBI who are very skilled, but there are still very few people with a heart like him, and he is almost unaffected by killing."

Phillips banged on the table and continued to laugh:

"Can you have such results when you are his age?"

"Hank, I've looked into all of his cases and found that he has a lot in common with you."

The white man, Hank, sat up straight and made a gesture of listening.

Phillips said seriously: "He's just like you, informal. ”

"The heart is black."

"If you don't play cards according to the routine, you still have a strong combat ability."

"Although the ability to analyze intelligence has not been reflected, in terms of the ability shown so far, it is an extremely good hammer."

"I trust your judgment."

These evaluations are undoubtedly also talking about themselves, Hank smiled and continued:

"Listen to you, he's a good combat officer."

(End of chapter)