Ethan bent down to lift Quentin out of the trunk and strode towards the garage.

At his suggestion, Jaber and Jonny moved a wooden table and placed it in the middle of the garage.

He threw Quentin directly onto the table, then took the rope from Jonny, tied Quentin to the table, and untied his mouth.

After a toss, Quentin woke up.

He looked at the few people standing next to him, and his heart felt like he had fallen into the abyss.

Quentin struggled hard, and when he found himself tied up, he turned his head to Ethan in despair and asked:

"What do you want?"

Ethan put a box of mineral water from the house on the shelf next to him.

"Jonny, can you open the lid for me?"

"All of them?" Jonny asked, puzzled.

"Half first."

As Ethan spoke, he found two bricks next to him and motioned for Garbor to help lift the end of the table.

He put bricks on it, making the wooden table look high and low.

Quentin had a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly cursed:

"Hey, I'm talking to you, you bastard."

Ethan padd the bricks, patted the dust off his hands, and took a bottle of mineral water.

He was also thirsty after tossing for a long time, and after drinking half a bottle of water in one go, he said to Quentin:

"Mr. Quentin, please, can you be polite?"

"We're old friends after all."

After he finished speaking, he walked over to the nearby shelf and picked up a towel.

"Shet, give me a good time, ask you the question you want to ask directly, and I promise to explain it truthfully."

Quentin saw Ethan's movements, shook his head frantically, and said anxiously.

Ethan raised an eyebrow at him, then said with a smile:

"Then how do I know if you will lie to me, you were tired after running in the woods for so long just now, let me help you wash your face."

Jabber and Jonny, under Ethan's command, held Quentin's head on the side.

Ethan poured out the water from the mineral water bottle, wet the towel on his hand, and said to Quentin:

"You chase me with a gun for a few streets, I will help you wash your face, how good it is to you, you must be grateful."

"Don't."

"Don't do it."

"I promise not to lie, I'll tell you anything you ask."

Quentin desperately tried to shake his head, but was held down by Jaber and Jonny.

Ethan didn't talk nonsense, he put the wet towel over his face, and then brought the mineral water prepared in advance from the shelf next to him.

He held a bottle of water in each hand and poured it on Quentin's towel-covered face.

As the mineral water continued to be poured down, Quentin soon struggled violently, his hands and feet rubbing wildly, and his whole body tensed.

After emptying the water bottle, Ethan lifted the towel in one hand.

Quentin coughed violently, water choked out of his mouth and nose, and he said bitterly:

"Shet, ask me, I'll say anything."

"Wait a minute, it's not washed yet." Ethan flung the wet towel again.

After repeating this three times, Quentin had choked on blood, the towel turned red, the crotch of his pants was soaked, and there was a smell of urine.

Jabber frowned and said, "Almost, right?" ”

Ethan nodded, lifted the towel, and asked Quentin, who was already in a trance:

"Where's Brantley?"

Quentin turned his head sideways, coughed a few times, and said weakly:

"I don't know, he usually lives in a modified truck and moves around the country."

Ethan gritted his teeth, and at this time Quentin only wanted to get a good time.

Under the coerced confession of waterboarding, few people can withstand it, and he will not deceive people.

Jabber asked, "Is there any way to contact him?" ”

Quentin's eyes were bloodshot, and his lips trembled as he said:

"We're all one-line, using disposable phones, so don't even think about contacting him."

"Please, give me a good time."

Ethan kicked the empty bottle on the fly, thinking that he could find out Brantley's whereabouts directly, but he didn't expect that guy to act so cautiously.

In this case, there is nothing he can do.

looked at Jia Bo, who also opened his hands, indicating that he could not do anything.

Ethan had to punch Quentin unconscious, then untie the rope that tied Quentin to the table and lift him up.

"I'll go get rid of him, so be it for now."

It was at this time that the Sava Gentlemen's Club

In the back office, Procott was teaching Rebecca to read financial statements when the intercom next to her desk rang.

"Mr. Boss, Mr. Langcid wants to see you."

Procott thought for a moment, put the report down, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Let him in."

"Okay."

Procott put down the walkie-talkie and looked up at Rebecca.

Rebecca nodded, sat down on the couch next to her, and picked up the newspaper.

There was a knock on the door, and security guards from the Sava Gentlemen's Club opened the door to let Alex in.

After his men closed the door, Procott asked with interest:

"You may be seated, Alex Langcid, what are you looking for me?"

Alex took off his hat, hesitated for a moment, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He didn't speak, but looked at Rebecca, who was sitting next to him, and Rebecca smiled sweetly at him.

Alex turned his head and rubbed the hat in his hand to glance at Procott.

Proctor cocked Erlang's legs and said:

"It's okay, you can say anything to her face, she's my niece, you know, after all, you caught her, didn't you?"

Alex gritted his teeth, coughed, and said expressionlessly:

"George Hunt wants to remove me from the chieftaincy."

As soon as these words came out, Procott instantly understood his intention, this was a call for help.

Proctor stood up and walked to the side, thinking in his heart as he quickly settled his mind.

He picked up the bottle and two glasses, put them on the table and poured them with his own hands.

"You go on, I'll listen."

Alex's face was a little hung up, he didn't believe Procott didn't understand what he meant.

He glanced to the side again, and Rebecca was looking intently at the newspaper, seemingly unaware of their conversation.

He propped up the armrest, changed his sitting position, and then spoke with difficulty:

"George Hunt united a group of people, and the next time the committee was convened, he would have enough votes to get me out of office."

Proctor pursed his lips and nodded, then picked up his glass.

"This bourbon tastes good, you can taste it."

It wasn't until Alex picked up the glass that Proctor continued, "According to what you said, my friend, it seems that you are in trouble. ”

Alex took a hard sip of the wine, not even paying attention to the taste of the wine in the glass.

Although the decision has been made, it all seems so difficult.

After taking a sip of wine, he decided to completely put aside his face, stared at Procott and said:

"If Hunter becomes the Chief, you're going to say goodbye to everything about the new casino, George Hunt is old-fashioned, there's no way he's going to let you get close to the new casino."

Procott smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, it's as if you said the same thing." ”

(End of chapter)