Arriving at Davis's Bar, Ethan went straight to the jukebox.

After choosing a bunch of Beatles songs, he went to the bar and sat down.

"I didn't expect you to like to listen to this kind of song at your age." Candy poured him wine, flicked his wrist, and the glass slid down the pulp table.

Ethan took the glass, took a sip and said, "Classics never go out of style. ”

"How's your injury?"

Candy flung the towel over her shoulders and walked over.

"Did Hood tell you?"

Ethan put down his glass and shook his hand to refuse the cigar handed by Candy, "I'm not used to smoking this." ”

"Yes, I haven't seen you come over for a few days, and Hood said you're hurt."

Candy nodded, then took a pleasant puff on his cigar and exhaled the smoke.

The income of this small bar in the town is actually not high, and the days of candy are also tight.

After the last time he got the money, his financial situation was finally much more relaxed, although he didn't dare to spend a lot of money, but it was no problem to smoke a cigar and enjoy it.

While the two were chatting, a satchel was thrown onto the bar.

Jabber took off his sunglasses and sat down, waved for Candy to pour wine, Candy bit his cigar, poured him a drink, and walked away slowly.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" Jaber picked up his glass.

"I'm so sorry about what I promised you last time."

"I was injured before, and I had a few days off, so I shouldn't be able to take any more leave for a short time."

Ethan picked up the glass, took a sip of his wine, and said.

"I thought you were going to say something, it's okay."

Jabber shrugged his shoulders, "I was going to inform you that my friend has a son in jail, and she is already planning to be quiet for a while before making a move." ”

Then this is really a coincidence, Ethan nodded, and then asked curiously, "By the way, what is the name of your friend." ”

Jabber took a sip of his wine, then replied:

"Her name is Mama Lan."

Looking at Ethan's confused expression, Garber shrugged his shoulders, "It's just a title, besides, don't look at her as a woman, the means are not ordinary." ”

"It's no problem to call Daddy Blue." Ethan shook his head, "It's none of my business, I'm just doing you a favor." ”

"Well, I'll let you know when she's ready to do it."

Jaber picked up the bag, pulled his bald head with his fingers, and said angrily:

"You can call me next time this kind of thing, and I will come from New York, this glass of wine is yours, and I will leave first."

After speaking, Jaber hurriedly left Davis's Bar.

Ethan looked at the empty wine glass next to him and smiled dumbly, not knowing what Jabber was busy with all day long, always elusive.

After drinking all the wine, Ethan pressed the money under the glass and went home.

The next morning, Ethan woke up early from his bed, and he habitually reached out to the side to grab it, but he was empty.

After staring for a moment, he remembered that Blake had gone back to school.

Coming to his senses, he didn't get up in a hurry, yawning and taking out the skill book from the system.

I opened the skill book casually, and it turned into a ball of light and dissipated in my hand.

As soon as his mind moved, Ethan thought for a moment, and then clicked on the plus sign behind the pistol skill.

Wow, skill update.

The proficiency level behind the pistol skill simply disappears, and then the color of the skill name changes from white to orange-yellow.

Ethan was stunned for a moment, could this be added to the top.

After waiting for a while, he didn't have any more shooting experience in his brain like last time, and then he put his hands in front of his eyes and looked at them again, and his body didn't change at all.

Ethan immediately rolled over and got up, grabbed the duty belt hanging on the wall, and walked outside the house.

Arriving at the improvised shooting range next to the house, he put his duty belt on the table next to the shooting position and pulled Glock out with his hand.

The moment he held Glock in his hand, a wonderful feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

Ethan grabbed the pistol and looked inside the range.

He made distance marks in the shooting range, and when he looked at a can fifteen meters away, he immediately felt an inexplicable spiritual connection with that can.

Looking at the small glass bottle twenty-five meters away, the same feeling was present.

Ethan excitedly raised his gun and fired, and with a bang, the glass bottle exploded, and the gunfire startled a flock of birds in the trees next to him, and the flock of birds flew in the air without a track.

He pointed his gun at the sky and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

After five gunshots, the birds fell one after another, and Ethan ran over quickly, and looked at the four corpses of birds on the ground that had been beaten to a bloody pulp.

Ethan scratched his head, kicked several bird corpses into the grass, and excitedly returned to the firing position.

This time he was aiming at a distance of 35 meters, and at this distance, the shooting felt much less, but he was still able to maintain an extremely high hit rate.

After running out of two magazines, he replaced them with a Colt M1911 and a Python revolver, and the shooting accuracy was basically the same.

After the test, Ethan found that with his rapid shooting, he could now basically shoot at a fixed target within 25 meters, and he could still maintain a very high hit rate beyond 25.

The target in motion can also maintain a high accuracy at a distance of about 20 meters, as evidenced by the few birds that have just been shot down.

This level increase is more to give him a sense of shooting and a sense of connection between the target.

The effective range of a pistol is generally 50 meters, and the Ameriken police have also made statistics, about 90% of the cases, the distance between the police and the suspect is between 8-15 meters.

In actual combat, at a distance of more than 15 meters, when both sides are in motion, the shooting accuracy will drop very much.

It often happens that police and bandits fire dozens of rounds at each other, and both sides are unharmed.

Now his level is definitely enough under normal circumstances, putting down the python revolver, Ethan clenched his fist excitedly.

It was still early, and Ethan walked towards the small dock.

As the morning sun shone on his naked body, Ethan moved his muscles for a moment, then jumped into the icy lake with a thud and began his morning workout.

After a few days of not going to work, Ethan went to Myers' Restaurant to pack a lot of sweets before returning to the police station.

"Good morning."

Ethan said hello to Alma and placed a large piece of cake in front of her, and the black aunt immediately smiled from ear to ear.

"Hell, you see, the missing person from our police station is back."

Seeing Ethan appear, Brock groaned as he touched his belly, and Siobhan and Emmett followed suit.

"I said, who knows when to shut up, and you'll be able to eat a delicious chocolate cake right away." Ethan didn't hesitate to raise the sugar-coated cannonball in his hand.

Seeing the chocolate-coated cake on Ethan's hand, Siobhan swallowed his saliva and quickly covered his mouth.

"Okay, for the sake of this cake, I'll spare you."

Brock grabbed his belt and loosened it, reluctantly speaking.

Ethan put down the cake satisfied, and Brock and Siobhan hurriedly pounced.

(End of chapter)