At this time, Rebecca also walked over.

"What are you two talking about?"

Ethan took a bite of his sandwich and gave Procott a quick wink

"It's nothing, I just told your uncle that I know someone who is a real estate agent and can help you find a house."

"Why do you want to help me find a house, I'm living well now."

Ethan moved out of the way, and Rebecca sat down happily after glancing at Procott.

Proctor looked at Ethan quietly, not knowing what he was going to say.

"Didn't you just say that you were going to start your new life in the future?"

"So why not start with a new place to live and ask your uncle to buy you a car." After speaking, Ethan winked at Rebecca.

Rebecca's eyes lit up, and the thought of owning a car of her own, she looked at Procott with longing.

"Okay, no problem."

Proctor understood what Ethan meant, what he did, and the usual strippers coming and going in the house, it was really not suitable for Rebecca to live permanently, he showed a smile and rubbed Rebecca's head.

"Thank you," Rebecca squeezed her fist happily

"I won't have to worry about the house, I'll help Rebecca find it."

"Whatever you want, I can do it."

"Rebecca, let's go first, we still have something to do."

Procott nodded to Ethan, then got up and left with Rebecca, who was reluctant.

Ethan banged on the table and looked at Procott and Rebecca leaving.

After that, the two of them did not live under the same roof, hoping that some things would not happen again.

After breakfast, Ethan left the meal fee and a generous tip, said hello to Daria, and left the restaurant.

.....

Usually when the two patrols, Siobhan always talks endlessly, but today he is unusually silent, Ethan grabbed the steering wheel and reached out to touch her forehead, but was slapped away by Siobhan.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll see if you have a fever, why are you so quiet today."

"You're just having a fever."

After a moment of silence, Siobhan cleared his throat, and Ethan smiled secretly, knowing that she had something she couldn't help but say.

"Mrs. Hopewell has moved out."

"What's the situation?"

Seobhan said word by word: "Carly Hopewell, the wife of District Attorney Gordon, the woman who went with us to save Hood last time, do you remember?" ”

"Of course," Ethan nodded, "where did she move to?" ”

"Brook Valley Inn."

"I saw her in the morning when I came to work, and I talked to her for a while, and now she and Gordon are separated."

Siobhan sighed, "She's doing this for Hood, and I don't know if it's worth it." ”

Ethan knew she was remembering her divorce experience, and shook her head with a smile.

Siobhan couldn't stand him like this, and slapped Ethan on the shoulder

"Say whatever you want."

Ethan glanced at her and said slowly: "Then have you ever wondered if Gordon's efforts in the past ten years are worth it?" ”

After a brief pause, Siobhan sighed

"You're right."

At this time, a car suddenly rushed out of the intersection, scared Ethan slammed on the brakes, the two looked at each other, Siobhan reached out and flicked it, the police lights on the roof of the car quickly flashed, and the siren sounded immediately.

The vehicle that ran through the red light saw the police car following behind, drove forward for some distance, and then pulled over.

"The owner of the Ford in front, turn off the engine, put the keys on the roof, and wait for inspection."

At Ethan's shouting, the vehicle in front quickly stalled, rolled down the window, and the driver reached out and shook the key, and then put the key on the roof.

Ethan put down the microphone and got out of the car with Siobhan and walked forward separately.

He didn't rush forward to check, stood behind the Ford SUV and observed for a while, then patted the taillights and walked forward.

Looking at the white woman in the passenger seat, Ethan took his hands off Glock and stepped forward to take the car keys from the roof.

"Sir, did you know that you were driving dangerously and ran a red light just now?"

"Trouble to show..." Ethan choked back in the middle of his words, and the skinny white male driver with glasses firmly grasped the steering wheel with both hands, and various documents in his hands.

"Officer, I have my driver's license, vehicle registration form and insurance policy ready, I'm really sorry, I didn't pay attention just now, my wife is pregnant, her stomach is upset, I am in a hurry to send her to the hospital."

The man with glasses looked nervous, and then he got out of the way, and the white woman in the white shirt in the passenger seat had her hands on her abdomen and her face was covered with sweat.

She noticed Ethan's gaze and groaned twice in pain.

"Sit down first," Ethan said to him, and walked back with his papers, and Siobhan came from the other side.

"Forget it, anyway, there are no cars at the intersection just now, just give him a warning."

Siobhan couldn't bear to look at the woman in the passenger seat, and said to Ethan.

"Okay, then give him a verbal warning."

Ethan took the ID and thought about it, and decided to let the driver go.

He returned to the driver's seat and handed the ID to the man in glasses, "I'll give you a verbal warning this time, you can't behave like this again in the future, understand?" ”

"I see, thank you, officer, by the way, where's my key?" After the man with glasses took the document, he asked with a smile.

"Wait a minute, I'll give it to you."

Ethan reached into his trouser pocket and was about to take out the keys when his gaze suddenly froze, and his gaze fell on the red high heels on the pregnant woman's feet, and the small black package at her feet.

"Ma'am, can you open that package of yours and take a look?"

As soon as the words fell, the shirt woman's eyes were cold, she sat up straight, and a small lady's pistol appeared in her hand.

The moment "Shet" saw the pistol, Ethan hurriedly dodged.

"Siobhan"

Ethan yelled, then ran towards his police car, bullets whizzing behind him.

Siobhan heard the gunshots, quickly pulled out his pistol from the holster, and opened fire to cover Ethan.

"Fake, the key is still on that strip."

The eyed man scolded angrily, took out a revolver from under his seat, pushed the door open, and fired at the back.

Bullets landed on the police car, crackling, and shattering the window glass.

Ethan finally found an opportunity to take Glock out and shoot back, and Siobhan retreated behind the police car.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise.

At this sound, the police car shook and shook, Ethan took the opportunity to flash out from behind the police car, and Glock's muzzle kept spitting bullets out, directly knocking the man with glasses to the ground.

Seeing this, the woman in the shirt hurriedly turned the muzzle of her gun.

"Bang"

The woman in the shirt slammed her head, a stream of blood exploded from her neck, and she collapsed to the ground, and Siobhan stepped out from the other side with a gun in both hands.

After stepping forward to take a look at the corpse lying on the ground, Ethan exhaled lightly and inserted Glock back into his holster.

Not far ahead, a puff of smoke rose.