On the sparkling surface of the lake, a small red dot appears and disappears.

Ethan flicked his wrist and the line was easily retracted.

The bottom has been probed, there is a depth of three or four meters, Ethan squeezed the hand of the fish drift and was stunned, "How many are you going to fish?" ”

After thinking for a moment, he directly put the fishing rod aside.

It doesn't matter how many times it is fished, anyway, the heavy lead is in the end, and you can see the float.

The main thing is a resource, when swimming, you can often hear the sound of big fish diving, presumably such a large lake, there will always be no shortage of fish.

I've been patrolling here for so long, and I haven't seen many anglers.

Unlike before, a small river ditch can be crowded with people, and a palm-sized carp can be happy for a long time.

He pulled out a bag of bait from the bucket, and it was all Japanese characters, "Wild food" or something.

I haven't used it, so I don't know how it works.

He took out a small basin of water, opened the bait and poured it in.

Add more water to the noodles, and add more water to the noodles.

After a minute or two, a large ball of bait appeared on his hands.

"What's next, yes, the nest."

Ethan ran back inside and looked at the fridge with a chunk of coarse bread, which had been bought to make sandwiches.

The fish on Lao Mei's side should not be picky, he hesitated, grabbed the bread and returned to the fishing position.

Break the bread into small pieces, then Ethan picked up the small pile of bread and threw it hard in front of him.

Dozens of broken loaves of bread swayed on the surface of the water, and soon sank slowly.

Ethan went to the side and found a fork of a dead tree, broke off the overly long branch, made it look like a slingshot, and stuck it in front of him.

Getting ready, he bent down to wash his hands in the water of the lake and lit a cigarette.

After smoking a cigarette, he noticed that there was a little more movement on the surface of the water, and from time to time there was a splash of water.

There was a scene, Ethan hurriedly pressed the cigarette butt.

Pull a small ball of bait in front of you, and then rub it off the two hooks that are attached to the line.

He stood up, grabbed the handlebar, and swung the rod forward.

After a while, two balls of bait the size of a tail finger swung far along the fishing line and fell to the surface of the water.

Ethan immediately retracted the rod, still too thin.

He sprinkled a little wild food on the bait, rubbed his hands together, and felt that it was almost done, and then he put on the bait again and swung it out.

This time, the bait entered the water perfectly, and the fish float quickly turned over and slowly descended.

It took a dozen strokes in a row before he stopped what he was doing.

Ethan set the rod to the fork of the dead tree, watched the fish float slowly sink, and waited patiently.

In just half a minute, the fish float that revealed four eyes on the surface of the water shook unnaturally.

He held his breath and clenched the hand on the rod.

The fish float lit a few more times, and Ethan stared solemnly, completely ignoring the fact that the cigarette was about to burn his fingers.

At this time, the fish drift slightly upwards, and then quickly sank downward.

Ethan felt his fingers burn and quickly shook off the cigarette butt.

In addition, the hand that had been clenching the rod tightened like lightning, and the wrist shook up hard.

Suddenly, a huge force came from the water, the fishing line straightened, and the fishing rod was instantly drawn into a large curved bow.

The fishing line swiped quickly from side to side in the water, and the sound of swishing through the air began.

It was like fishing for a submarine underneath the water, and I drilled down with all my might.

I didn't expect a big guy to come to the first one, but fortunately, Ethan didn't have the habit of using thin hooks and thin lines, and the line set could still withstand it.

He took two steps forward, gritted his teeth and grabbed the rod, using its waist strength to slide the fish back and forth

Ten minutes later, feeling the movement in the water jumping up, Ethan hurriedly raised his hand.

After a while, there was a bang.

The water splashed on the surface of the lake, and a red-tailed carp, almost a meter long, flapped its tail and leaped out of the lake.

The sun shines on its tail, giving it a mesmerizing sheen.

Ethan's mouth was wide open, and he stared at such a large carp in amazement

The red-tailed carp swung its head hard, and the hook fell off the corner of its mouth.

"Smack"

There was a loud bang.

The water exploded, and the red-tailed carp fell into the lake, and with a swing of its tail, it disappeared in the water after two or three strokes.

"Fake."

Seeing the big fish escape, Ethan stomped his foot heavily in anger.

The exploding water splashed down on him, wetting his clothes.

He hurriedly sat down, his fingers trembling on the bait, and then hurriedly threw the line back into the lake, hoping that the fish would bite again.

It didn't take long for the fish to sink again.

Ethan grabbed the rod this time and lifted it up heavily, and the feeling of pressing his hand came again.

After a few minutes of fighting, the fish surfaced, this time it was an ordinary carp, not small, and it looked like it weighed about twenty pounds.

Compared with the one just now, it was a drop in the bucket, and Ethan was disappointed, but he was also satisfied, and he caught a wild carp of more than 20 catties for the first time.

Afraid that he would escape this time, he hurriedly reached out to the side and grabbed it.

Holding the fishing rod, he scooped it aside a few times with one hand, twisting his head to look to the side.

"Where's the net?"

Ethan slapped his thigh hard and forgot to take the net.

But he didn't want the fish to escape again, so Ethan had an idea, "American-style netting." ”

There was no one left or right, and with a flip of his palm, a silver pistol appeared in his hand.

Ethan held the Desert Eagle steadily, aimed it at the head of the fish swimming on the surface of the water, took a slight aim, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

After a gunshot, the fish's head exploded, and the lake instantly turned red.

Watching the smashed fish head slowly sink to the bottom of the lake, Ethan was so angry that he couldn't hit it.

I only care about fishing, and forget the power of the Desert Eagle.

In desperation, he had to go back to the tool room to get the nets and change places to continue fishing.

The sun was high in the sky, and it was getting hot outside.

The phone rang, Ethan picked up his phone, glanced at it, and pressed answer.

Jabber's eager voice came from his phone: "Hood said that you have been on vacation for the past few days? ”

"That's right."

"Great, I'll be right over now."

Ethan looked at the phone with a puzzled expression, but he had been fishing all morning and was just resting.

He walked over to the water's edge and lifted the fish up.

As soon as the fish guard moved, the water surface suddenly exploded, and dozens of big fish in it crackled and slapped their tails.

Most of them are carp, grass carp, and silver carp, and the old beauties are collectively referred to as Asian carp.

There are also some native fish species, which look weird, have never been caught before, I don't know what their names are, and the strands have been bitten off several times.

He didn't like to eat fish either, so Ethan directly poured out all the fish in the fish guard, ending the morning's entertainment.

Back at the house, Ethan was sitting on the couch drinking a cold beer when the monitor went off and he pressed the remote control.

After a while, the car outside the house came to a halt.

Jaber opened the door and walked in with sunglasses in his hand, still holding a laptop.

He unceremoniously went to the fridge to grab a can of beer, then went over to sit down next to Ethan.

Ethan watched him busy, then put his laptop on the table and lifted it.

A surveillance screen appears on the upper screen, and Jaber zooms in on the screen, and a man with a fierce temperament appears in the middle of the computer screen.

The man stood at the counter of a small shop, his cap covering most of his face and a hideous spider tattoo tattooed around his neck.

Ethan drank the beer in the jar in one gulp:

"Orek?"

"That's right, Orek."

Jaber nodded heavily, reached out and tapped on the screen:

"I spotted him on surveillance at a store in Harlem, and I rummaged through the cameras in two nearby neighborhoods to find his whereabouts."

Garber finished speaking and looked at Ethan.

Ethan tossed the empty can in his hand into the trash and stood up without hesitation.

"I'll take two sets of laundry."

(End of chapter)