The windows were lowered, and Ray stuck his head in, and a puff of alcohol came to his face.

"Blue ~ Hiccup ~ David's mother called us home."

Ray squinted, shook his black phone, and burped.

Brooklyn nodded, and immediately patted Michael, who was lying on his lap.

Michael sat back up and explained awkwardly

"There are a lot of car thieves in my hometown, and I thought they were car thieves."

Brooklyn didn't care, and as soon as he heard Ruby's earth-shattering conspiracy, he was a little distraught, and after saying goodbye to Michael, he walked in the direction of his car with Ray.

Putting Ray in the car, Brooklyn returned to the bar to say goodbye to the crowd.

He came in just as the atmosphere of the bar was at its peak.

Bob was completely drunk, and was writhing in a circle with a few people shirtless, not knowing what kind of game he was playing.

Nelly was holding hands with a man of a similar age, preparing to say goodbye.

Looking at the slimy appearance of the two of them, it is estimated that they will have a pleasant night.

Saying goodbye and leaving, Brooklyn started the car and drove Ray in the direction of David's house.

Hoover Avenue is as bustling as ever, with cars merging into the traffic, squirming forward slowly, and the sound of horns one after another makes people feel irritated.

Brooklyn was driving as he thought about Ruby.

Although it is not very good, you can't leave Ruby alone, right?

Michael is going to tell her to fuck off, and Ruby, who has left the courthouse, is not completely insane?

The devil knows what she's going to do.

"That Michael ......"

Ray in the passenger seat suddenly spoke.

"Michael Desciato." Brooklyn asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"What did he do before?"

Brooklyn thought about it, and didn't seem to hear Michael mention the past.

"I don't know, what's wrong?" Brooklyn asked, shaking her head.

"His dodging moves today were pretty standard." "The sound of banging on the window of a car is sometimes taken as a signal that we are attacking. ”

He seemed to have drunk too much, danced and began to stagger, and Brooklyn had no doubt that he would have gotten behind the wheel if it weren't for the seat belt.

"And his reaction." Ray pointed to the toolbox in front of him, and then to the underside of his seat in Brooklyn.

"Experienced people will put two guns in the car. One is kept in the toolbox, just like everyone else, and the other is usually hidden under the seat. ”

Brooklyn subconsciously reached out and touched it, and it felt cold to the touch.

Ray smiled at him, looking silly.

He expertly opened the toolbox, pulled out a pistol and shook it, and in Brooklyn's surprised expression, he pulled out a dagger and a delicate women's revolver from under the carpet next to the center console. Smugly dangling in front of Brooklyn's eyes.

"How much have you hidden?"

Brooklyn couldn't help but ask.

Ray didn't answer, turned around and went back enough.

"There are two more in the back, and a shotgun under the trunk, and a medical kit with hemostats, bandages, and two bags of plasma...... Anyway, it's enough to support a minor operation. ”

He seemed to really drink too much, with a big tongue, thinking of what to say.

"You~ You can rest assured, enough for you to support until the support arrives~"

"No... I won't let you die... Can't die... Can't die......"

"Support right away... Coming soon... It's time to... Hold on... Hold on to ......"

Ray muttered and fell asleep in his seat.

Brooklyn glanced at him, shook his head and sighed.

………………………………

All the way out of Hoover Avenue, Ray had completely slept to death.

Brooklyn greeted him in advance, and was ready to carry the snoring thunder into the bedroom together,

The car had just stopped in front of the house, and before the engine could be turned off, Lei, who was asleep, suddenly woke up.

He opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed his body with his hands, and hid his waist under the chair.

"Hidden !!"

Ray shouted, causing a dog to bark.

After squatting for a moment, seemingly coming to his senses, Ray looked up, looked awkwardly at Brooklyn, and sat back in his chair.

Brooklyn silently followed David into the bedroom with Ray, stripped off his clothes, stuffed them under the covers, closed the door, and the two returned to the living room.

There was silence in the living room.

"He had four pistols and a shotgun in my car." Brooklyn opened his mouth to break the silence, "There's also a medical box big enough to support minor surgeries." ”

"The house we bought, and he also plans to make the entire top floor into a gun room."

"The last time I painted the walls, I saw him digging around."

"The lawn in the yard is not as potholed as he dug."

Brooklyn looked up at David and said, "He knows he's not on the battlefield, but he still doesn't think it's safe." ”

David didn't speak, got up and dragged a sports bag out of the utility room and opened it. Inside were seven or eight guns of various lengths, as well as two boxes of plastic bombs.

"This is what I found out when I was cleaning my room."

He dragged out two more large boxes and opened them, one containing sealed surgical instruments and the other full of compressed biscuits.

"These were found under his bed."

"And in the refrigerator, he hid three copies of plasma."

As he spoke, David opened the refrigerator and took out several dark red transparent bags from behind the beer.

The two of them looked at the pile of 'supplies' and fell silent again.

"What exactly is he doing? Can you find it? ”

Brooklyn asked.

"No," David shook his head, "the level of secrecy he performs is so high that I can't even find out all about him." ”

"I tried to look up his information, but there were no photos, all the records were blank. Within a minute of checking his information, someone called to inquire about the situation. ”

"No matter what mission he is on, it's over, and we can't let him continue." David said solemnly, "He needs psychotherapy. ”

Brooklyn nodded approvingly.

"I know a psychotherapist, and I'll take Emma's case when it's over."

Speaking of Ray's matter, Brooklyn brought up Ray's speculation about Michael again.

"I'll help you check, but if it's really like what Lei said, it is estimated that there will be no useful information through official means." David said.

He didn't mention Ruby's business, mainly because he thought he could handle it himself.

Compared to Ruby, Michael, who is obviously of mysterious origin, is more noteworthy.

When the excitement of repairing the friendship wears off, Brooklyn has to face a big question - why did Michael help him?

Friendship certainly makes sense, but Brooklyn can't convince himself.

He can trust Ray and David, because they have helped each other since childhood, they are family, and they are friendships that transcend blood and love. This friendship has been through trials and tribulations.

But he couldn't apply that friendship to Michael, who had known him for less than a year.

Don't say it's Michael, if he has only known Ray and David for a year, he won't trust Ray and David.

It's not about trust. It's his IQ that matters.

Once upon a time there was a doctor who was gullible and was sold for 30 silver coins. [Note 1]