Inside the Chevrolet, in addition to Hank, Phillips was also sitting in the driver's seat.

"Mr. Boyt."

"Phillips."

Ethan walked over and greeted the two of them, "Why is it so coincidental today?" ”

"Why did you call him by his name?"

Hank disgruntled and took off his sunglasses: "And you call me Mr. Boitt?" ”

"We've been through all this, and you still haven't been able to treat me as a friend?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean that." Ethan smiled and bumped fists with him.

"Do me a favor."

Hank smiled at the corner of his eye: "Just call me Boitt." ”

"Of course that's fine."

It was getting a little colder, and Ethan sniffed and looked at Phillips.

They don't show up in this place for no reason, there must be something going on with themselves, Ethan listened.

Phillips and Hank looked at each other and spoke:

"How about we go have a coffee?"

They made it mysterious and mysterious to Ethan, but they were friends who had fought together, and there was still time for a cup of coffee.

Ethan patted the roof of the car: "Starbucks." ”

With that, he walked towards his Dodge challenger.

A few minutes later, the three of them sat on the podium outside Starbucks.

Remembering the incident three days ago, Phillips still had palpitations, and he shook his head and said, "Those people are really crazy. ”

Ethan and Hank both nodded, and Phillips was right.

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

In a secret altar in the basement, they found ten sacrificial hearts.

That is, it was not only the three women who were sacrificed.

Before that, many more people were killed.

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

"Pretty sure."

Phillips nodded: "As far as the prison I arranged for him, I promise you that Bode will live or die." ”

Putting the previous events behind him, Phillips looked at Ethan: "Need to introduce you to a psychiatrist?" I know a top one. ”

Ethan took a sip of his coffee and steadily placed his cup on the table:

"Phillips, do you need me to kick your ass? My technology is also top-notch. ”

"Poof."

Hank choked on his coffee and quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped it on his mouth.

"What do you mean?"

Phillips was surprised and asked, "In all this you have been through, have you never done psychological counseling?" ”

Ethan glanced at him, his fingers nimbly tapping on the table:

"I look like a mentally challenged person to you?"

Can a mentally healthy person do something like you?

Phillips thought so, but he didn't dare say it.

Although he knew that Ethan wouldn't do anything to him, it wasn't worth it to clean up, he knew that the person in front of him had the ability and guts to do such a thing.

Even if he gets punched a few times, there is no way he will arrest Ethan for this.

After all, the 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 drunk the coffee, let's talk about it."

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

After a moment of silence, Phillips spoke:

"We want to recruit you."

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

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

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

Phillips held out a finger: "First, to be a complete criminal, and the kind to commit shocking crimes, I would not be surprised if I confronted you in the future." ”

Ethan picked up the cup and sniffed the coffee.

"Second." Phillips held out a second finger:

"Go back to your old life, the blue life."

"After going through so many things, you can't feel at ease to be an ordinary ordinary person, even though you are rich, I know that is not what you want."

"I'm not going to talk about fighting criminals, it's useless for you."

"But the feeling of punishing bad guys a few days ago, you must have felt very cool, right? I must have felt bad going to the magistrate's office today, right? ”

Phillips held the coffee cup in both hands and said sincerely:

"Then why don't you choose to get your license back and be a legitimate disciplinarian?"

Ethan looked carefully at the two people opposite, both of whom looked at him with serious expressions, and I have to say that Phillips's words were a little moved.

He took a sip of his coffee and reached into his pocket.

"Pump mine."

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

"Thank you."

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

Phillips and Hank were not in a hurry, and each lit a cigarette to make him think slowly.

Smoking half a cigarette, Ethan's fingertips tapping on the countertop suddenly stopped:

"You're trying to recruit me?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the two of you aren't in 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 know my situation very well."

"Now for the record, Hank Boitt, the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit of the Chicago Police Department's 21st Division."

Ethan looked down his arm, and Hank nodded at him.

Phillips patted Hank on the shoulder: "He's been an old friend of mine for more than twenty years, and now he's taken over the position of sheriff and needs help." ”

"It seems to me that you will work very well together."

"Thanks, but forget it."

Listening to his meaning, he wanted to recruit himself for Hank, but as soon as Ethan heard about the intelligence group, he decisively shook his head and refused.

Seeing him refuse so simply, Phillips and Hank's faces stiffened a little.

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and looked at Hank, and said embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, thank you for looking up to me, but I'm not interested in intelligence work."

As far as he knows, intelligence departments like this generally do support work, mainly to provide intelligence support to other major departments.

For this kind of work, Ethan said that he could not lift his spirits at all.

"I think you're misunderstood."

Phillips breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ethan say this, and he looked at Hank:

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

There was no explanation for this, but Ethan still spread his hands and looked at Hank.

Hank laughed and said in a hoarse voice:

"Windy City, my city."

"Twenty-one Precinct, in Chicago Southside, if you understand what that means?"

Ethan nodded, indicating that he had heard of the name of Chicago's South Side.

Chicago is a very interesting city, and the rich stay on the North Side at night.

The poor are struggling to survive in the bloody and bloody South District.

(End of chapter)