Taking the phone, Ethan looked into the screen.

It was clearly an internal police file, and the photo showed that both were Eastern Europeans, and according to the records, they were both imprisoned for violent crimes, and they were both old fritters who had entered the palace several times.

There was very little information, and it was quickly over.

It's not surprising that Harold has a friend or two in the police department doing something like Harold.

With the help of law enforcement officers, it can be very convenient for them to do whatever they want to do or investigate.

He handed his phone back, expecting the next words.

"According to our friend's survey." Reese waved his hand and explained in a calm tone, "These two people are suspected to be the men of an Eastern European gang in the city, and their boss is called Julian. ”

"Have you ever heard of that name?"

Unexpectedly, they really mastered something, and in the face of the inquiry of this elegant agent, Ethan fell into deep thought.

Eastern European gangs in New York, when did they offend these guys.

I don't have any impression at all.

"Are they white supremacy?" Frowning his brows, he tried to find some corroboration.

"According to the information provided by a friend at the police station."

Reece shook his head slightly, and said with a solemn face: "This organization has nothing to do with white supremacy, their business scope is illegal immigration, casinos and exclusive products, and I don't know if it's specific." ”

Well, it's actually not bad to have this news.

After all, it was only half an hour, and he couldn't expect them to turn the sudden gunman over to the bottom.

It's unrealistic.

After thinking about it, Ethan flipped out his phone and pulled it up to Contacts.

Looking at the numbers on it, he hesitated.

"Mayor Morgan." Seeing this, Harold hurriedly asked, "Did you remember something?" ”

"It's not."

Pursing his lips, he dialed the phone: "I just don't want to play guessing games anymore, I also happen to have friends in law enforcement, maybe he can help me investigate this Yurian's situation." ”

At this time, I don't care about owing favors.

The gunners of the other side have already come to the door, and there is no doubt that they are coming for themselves, so we will not ask the reason for this, and then find out the situation of the enemy.

Ethan's idea was simple.

Find this Julian first, and then politely ask him in your own way, and everything will be clear.

Under the gaze of several others, the call was quickly connected.

"Sheriff Morgan."

Phillips' voice rang out, and he asked happily, "I haven't been in touch for a long time, how are you doing?" ”

It seems that he doesn't know that he has changed jobs, which is normal, everyone has their own things to be busy with, as long as they don't take the initiative to mention it, normal people will not care about the changes in their friends' jobs.

The two have killed people and shared dirt together.

It's kind of knowing the roots.

So Ethan didn't hide it, and said directly: "Help me investigate the situation of a guy, where and how many people are under him, etc., the sooner the better, the more detailed the better." ”

"That man is the head of an Eastern European gang in New York, and his name is Julian."

"Get it done, I owe you a favor!"

On the other side of the phone, breathing became heavy.

Special Agent Phillips didn't hesitate at all, and said yes: "No problem, give me five minutes." ”

Check the individual, small meaning.

He doesn't care if it's a violation.

In any case, you must get the favor of the other party, this thing is worth more than a million dollars in Phillips's opinion, and compared to the price he has to pay, it is definitely a profit.

As for what Ethan is looking for, he says he doesn't want to know.

Looking at the hung up phone, Ethan shook his head and chuckled, and pointed to the wine cabinet next to him: "Mr. Harold, do you mind if I wait here for a few minutes?" ”

"How about a whiskey, perhaps?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Harold limped over to the liquor cabinet and took out the bourbon inside: "This is Four Roses cask whiskey produced in small batches, it tastes mellow, and it is a good choice to entertain Mayor Morgan." ”

"Please forgive me for my curiosity."

Picking up a few more cups, he slowly walked over to the couch and sat down, "Mayor Morgan, who are you contacting, are you sure you can find information about Julian?" ”

This is how they have always operated.

After receiving the number, they will investigate the corresponding person, find out whether the other party is the victim or the perpetrator, and if so, find out what happened to the other person.

Then help solve the dilemma.

In fact, when Reese was outside the nightclub to support the discovery of the gunman, it was confirmed that someone was plotting to kill Ethan Morgan.

It's just that the development of events was completely unexpected by them

This so-called victim, who did not look like a victim at all, not only eliminated a gunman very simply, but also allowed the other party to find his hiding place in a clever way.

couldn't help but make Harold curious about Ethan.

I also want to know what is going on behind the scenes.

"Thank you."

Taking the cup, Ethan took a sniff:

"It smells good, it's really good wine, it's just that contacting a friend who works in the relevant law enforcement agency may have an advantage over your friend in the NYPD when it comes to getting criminal information."

"I doubt it."

Xiao patted the horse dog off her lap, and then raised the glass: "Of course this wine is good, five hundred dollars a bottle should be enough for you to pay for almost a week!" ”

The woman's tone was stiff, with a gun and a stick.

It seems that he is still very dissatisfied with the thing that was subdued by himself just now.

However, it also confirms that these people have not or have not had time to investigate their more personal situation, and Ethan is very satisfied with this, if his affairs are turned upside down.

No one can be happy.

"Mr. Harold."

He shook his head and raised his glass with a smile: "And Mr. Reese and Ms. Xiao, it's a pleasure to meet you, although the way we met is not pleasant, but I believe that we will definitely become friends." ”

These people, in the final analysis, are doing good deeds.

I like these people who do good deeds, at least when facing them, don't be too cautious.

"Bump~"

Several people looked different and touched their wine glasses one after another.

Shaw sat with a big grin, looking at Ethan defiantly, while constantly pouring the wine from the glass into her stomach, but her eyes widened slightly, and she drank most of the glass of pure whiskey with a smile.

"Come again!"

The empty glass slammed on the table, and Shaw snatched the bottle from Harold's hand.

He poured whiskey for himself and Ethan again, apparently intending to get back the lost yard by drinking.

The two of you take a bite and I take a sip, and keep pouring it into the stomach.

Frightened, Harold hurriedly put his hand on the rim of the glass, and at the same time his face looked a little distressed, he didn't lack this money, but this kind of aged whiskey was really a bottle of less, and in his opinion, drinking it like this was a complete waste.

Reese slowly sipped the whiskey from his glass and smiled as the two began to compete for the amount of wine.

They had just drunk two glasses when a crisp bang interrupted their move.

I didn't expect Phillips to be so efficient.

No, it's a spare phone.

Ethan hurriedly put down the cup and pressed the screen of the prepaid mobile phone on, which was a message from Jaber, and when he clicked on it, a severed hand appeared in front of him.

The green nail polish is stained with a little blood, and it looks particularly dazzling! (End of chapter)