Now that they have asked what they need to know, they don't stay at this bar for long.

Ethan doesn't like this kind of environment, and it will fuel the violence in his heart.

Walking out of the bar, he pulled out his cigarette case and handed it out to everyone.

He pulled out his Dupont lighter, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Noticing Hank rummaging through his pockets, he casually tossed the lighter over.

Taking the lighter, Hank looked at it for a moment, then lit the fire.

"Your name is Siobhan, right?" Phillips took the lighter and looked at Siobhan, "I'll go find this Dr. Quake tomorrow and I'll tell you if there's any news." ”

"Until then, I need your Banshee Town Police Department to keep the same rhythm, do you know what I mean?"

Siobhan nodded, as long as the case could be solved smoothly, she didn't care what kind of way it was used.

If the police station is dispatched in a big way, it will also cause the murderer to be alerted.

Siobhan spoke, "I'll report to the sheriff about the situation. ”

"It's whatever."

Phillips lit the lighter and waved nonchalantly.

In this case, he already had the supreme command, even the local sheriff.

He handed the lighter back to Ethan and said with a smile:

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ethan knew that he was not thanking cigarettes, and this time he saved him for the second time.

"It's getting late, would you be interested in following me to the dry cleaners tomorrow?"

Phillips flicked off the ashes of his cigarette and said seriously: "You should be very interested in this murderer against humanity now, right?" ”

This was to Ethan's heart, and he really wanted to meet such a person.

He put away the lighter and walked towards the place where the car was parked, while holding the cigarette up and waving it at will:

"I remember you had my phone."

Seeing the two people in the distance, Hank asked in a hoarse voice, "Didn't you say that his father was the former sheriff here?" ”

"Dupont lighters, that's not cheap, black police?"

"There must be irregularities, I told you, he is just as unruly as you." Phillips bit his cigarette and said:

"But not the black police."

"You can see those aborigines today, there is an aboriginal casino nearby."

"What do you want to say?" Hank followed him forward.

"According to the latest information I have found out about him."

Phillips pulled out the keys and opened the car door: "It's hard to say right now, but in a year or two, he'll definitely be richer than the two of us combined." ”

"That aboriginal casino, has his shares."

"Although I don't know how he did it, the lighter just now is not worth mentioning to him."

"Walter?"

Hank sat in the car, his eyes flashing:

"That's the millionaire, and now the difficulty has risen, and I have to say that I like the way he acted just now."

"Even if you are rich, you have hobbies." Phillips started the car: "Challenging things are more fun, aren't they?" ”

The Chevrolet SUV slowly drove forward and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

The next morning, Ethan received a call from Phillips and immediately drove out.

Soon came to the address that the dark-haired man had said yesterday, and Phillips' black Chevrolet SUV was parked just around the corner.

After he stopped the car, he approached the SUV with a cup of coffee.

"Good morning."

Ethan leaned against the car door and greeted the two people inside, "Do you have any plans?" ”

"It's ten o'clock in the morning."

Phillips glanced at his watch: "The dry cleaners have been open for business for a long time, shall we go straight in?" ”

As he spoke, he looked at Hank.

Hank nodded, "I'm okay with that." ”

Ethan took a sip of coffee and looked at this Hank carefully, so that Phillips could open his mouth to ask for opinions, and he should also be a not simple character.

The face of an old-school white tough guy, with a low, slightly hoarse voice.

During the conversation, it gives people a sense of trust.

Ethan shook his head and tapped his finger on the car door: "You're not familiar with this place, this row of buildings has a back door. ”

"I'll go there and wait, and in a minute, you'll start moving again."

With that, he tossed his coffee cup into the trash can on the side and walked around the back.

Phillips and Hank looked at each other, then lifted their watches in agreement.

When the time came, the two of them immediately got out of the car and walked towards the dry cleaners.

Pushing open the glass door, Phillips glanced around.

At the service desk next to the door, a black woman dressed in red was standing inside.

The dry cleaners don't look like much space, and the clothes covered with dust bags are hung densely.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The clerk saw two big men walking in empty-handed, and his eyes were a little flustered.

"I very much doubt you can't help me."

Phillips spotted the partition door behind the hanger, answered her casually, and walked inside.

"Hey."

The woman in red ignored a customer who was still standing next to her who came to pick up clothes, leaned over on the service desk and said excitedly: "You can't just go to the back, it's a private place." ”

"Thanks for the reminder."

Hank turned back to her and nodded, "We know it's private. ”

Saying that, they walked over to the partition door without paying attention and pushed it open.

Unlike the crampness on the outside, the inside is bright and clean.

At the desk, a white man in a yellow plaid shirt examines the body of a woman with bare breasts.

"Shhh

Phillips whistled and then took off his sunglasses:

"Oh my God, this is a big couple."

"Hey, hey, hey."

The man in the plaid shirt let go of his hands and asked angrily, "Waltfa, you can't just come in like this." ”

"But we just came in, what can you do?"

Hank walked over to the table and sat down, "Beauty, hurry up, there's nothing for you here." ”

"Dr. Quake."

Phillips lifted the corner of his blazer to reveal the badge hanging from his belt: "FBI, I think we can have a good chat." ”

Seeing the badge, Quake's hands trembled slightly.

The woman who came for a breast augmentation review also hurriedly wrapped up her clothes, picked up the handbag next to her and ran out quickly along the partition door.

"Dr. David Quake."

Phillips pulled over a chair and sat down cross-legged:

"Your profile is really interesting."

Quake jerked to his feet and ran down the straight hallway beside him.

From the corridor in the middle, four or five meters inside, there is the back door.

Phillips and Hank didn't even mean to move, and looked at him with a sneer.

"Bang."

Quake ran to the back and had just opened the door when a muffled sound was heard.

He took a few sharp steps back and stumbled to the ground.

(End of chapter)