The sudden move of the small pink fist made Baker's calves a little unprepared, and he squatted on the grass with his stomach covered.

Josie, who was standing, glanced at Baker who was squatting with an expressionless face, and then walked away.

Baker gasped.

This was by no means his first love.

By no means.

In his memory, his first love was not only beautiful, but also gentle, and when the two were in junior high school, Baker once heard the dream of his first love.

When the two got married, she bought a flower shop, and Baker went to buy flowers every day, and then she trimmed them and sold them.

Not only gentle, but also gentle as water, but also kind.

My first love must have been dropped.

It must be.

Just as Baker felt the strength of this little pink fist, the sun above his head was obscured.

Baker looked up.

With black hair and a good appearance, a certain woman in Baker's memory stood in front of Baker.

His sister, Erin, who is now in the Chicago Police Department.

Erin stood there and looked down at Baker, who was clutching his stomach, and also didn't have any expression: "Long time no see, my brother." ”

Baker slowly got up and laughed, "Long time no see, my sister!" ”

Half an hour later.

Erin turned off the engine and stopped and said to Baker, who was pretending to be asleep in the co-pilot, "It's home." ”

Baker opened his eyes and looked out the window.

The house is still the house of memory.

Baker's house in Chicago is located on a hill on the edge of the Holy City neighborhood, and they are the only one on the hill.

It is precisely because of this that Baker had to borrow money from the gangsters.

How do you raise such a big house at sixteen?

Did you raise it by mouth?

Baker got out of the car and looked at the flowers in the small garden that his mother, Serra, had fenced off to the left of the doorway.

"You're doing a good job, and if your mother is alive, she will love it." Baker said to Erin, who got out of the car behind him.

Erin walked past Baker's side with a blank face and opened the door.

Enter the house.

"I didn't know you'd be back today, your room wasn't cleaned much."

"I'll do it myself, Nova?"

Nova is Baker's youngest sister, but now at twenty-three, she is currently the youngest Ph.D. in marine biology at the University of Illinois.

Baker has been relieved.

There is finally a reader in the family.

The next day.

Baker was woken up by the birds outside.

Went downstairs.

Erin, who had already put on her coat, turned her head to look at Baker who was coming down the stairs and said, "I'll take you to the airport?" ”

Baker covered his forehead, he didn't drink last night, but his head hurt a little: "No, I'll go over by myself later, my head hurts a little." ”

At the end of the day, Chicago is just a novice village.

It's been a long time since things are wrong.

My first love got married, but my husband was not me.

Baker always felt as if there was something in his head, but when he thought about it, there was nothing.

Yesterday Josie gave a punch, and Baker felt that he deserved it.

After all......

The day he left Chicago was supposed to be the day he and Josie walked into church.

Baker wanted to blame his two sisters who were forced to die at the time.

But after a night.

Baker figured it out, maybe Barbara was right, Baker was capable, but the two younger sisters were not, the open gun was easy to dodge and the arrow was difficult to prevent, if there was any accident at the time, even if Baker killed a certain race in Chicago, what could it do?

And......

I went to New York to make myself stronger, to find and assemble my own gems.

Life.

There is nothing smooth sailing, compared to those male protagonists who play escalation streams or play some kind of abuse streams, Baker feels that he has been lucky.

At the very least, Baker has been playing Invincible Stream since he was sixteen.

Of course, this is by no means whitewashing, Baker has already thought about the future road, how they like to go, Baker, will never ask.

Erin raised an eyebrow, he also had a headache? But he didn't say anything, he just said when he went out: "Your bike is still in the warehouse, and the car that Dad left behind has not been repaired three years ago." ”

Baker walked over to the old-fashioned coffee machine at home and picked up a cup of coffee, nodding to himself.

The next second.

Baker spat out all the coffee in his mouth.

Temew is so hard to drink that it's harder to swallow than the coffee in the New York Police Department, at least, he can barely drink the coffee in the New York Police Department.

Erin glanced at it, didn't speak, just went out the door.

Not much.

Cars roared.

Baker placed the cup in the sink, pulled his cell phone out of his bosom, found his assistant's phone and dialed it.

An hour later.

The local Ferrari dealer in Chicago drove a brand new Ferrari to Baker's doorstep.

Baker went out and frowned at the fiery Ferrari at the door.

Never mind.

It's just a few days, and when the time comes, you can just throw it home, Erin or Nova will take it if you want to use it, and you don't want to throw it directly into the garage.

The Ferrari roared from the middle of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Not much.

Baker docked the Ferrari to the doorway of a house.

Get out.

Baker glanced at a burger-buying van listening to on the side of the street, and walked towards the house in front of him.

Knock.

"Baker?" It was Adam Anderson's father, Jonny, who opened the door.

Baker said, "Excuse me, Mr. Anderson. ”

Jonny came to his senses and invited Baker into the house.

After entering the house, Baker realized that there were many people in the house.

Jonny explained to Baker that the six people in the house, who were of different sizes and heights, were all Adam's partners.

Baker frowned and said, "Partner? ”

George said: "Yes, Adam co-founded a demolition and renovation company with them two years ago, and the business is doing very well, and these six are all friends and partners of Adam's company. ”

Baker nodded.

Half an hour later.

Baker went upstairs, visited Adam's widow and children, and left a check for $100,000 to go downstairs to leave.

The voices of the six men who were talking in the kitchen were heard by Baker.

Baker raised an eyebrow.

Walked over.

Seeing this, the six of them instantly fell silent.

Baker looked at the tall, long-bearded man of the six, "Jason, I'm not mistaken, right?" ”

Jason crossed his arms: "Yes." ”

Baker asked, "You just said that Adam's car accident was not an accident, what, do you know some other news?" ”

Jason laughed, "Then you must have heard it wrong. ”

Baker smiled.

The next second.

With a flick of his right hand, the hated gun shot out and nailed it directly to Jason's forehead, causing the five people to exclaim.

"!"

"Fack!"

"Onishet!"

"Guns!"

"Shut up!"

Baker snorted coldly at the five people, then turned his head and looked at Jason with squinted eyes: "I remember you, Jason of high school B, what is my name, you should know it, say." ”

Jason, who was five big and three thick, was stupid after seeing the silver gun on his forehead.

Moment.

I got out of what I knew.