Coming to Jonny's side, the two of them stopped.

More than a dozen and a half big sunspots on the opposite side coaxed: "Look, there are two Batmen with masks on the other side." ”

"I don't know if they have Batman's superpowers."

"Hahaha."

Now outside the street, Ethan doesn't want to do much, there are many gangs here, maybe more people will come around later.

He took out a wad of money from his pocket, reached out to the front, and said in a muffled voice:

"Listen, we don't want to get in trouble, here's a few thousand dollars, buy your phones."

When the dirty pigtail brother's eyes lit up, he decisively took out a switchblade from his pocket:

"What if I don't want to sell it?"

The others didn't expect that the person on the other side really had superpowers, and they also raised the baseball bat and machete in their hands, and said viciously:

"Get all your money out of your pockets and get out of our streets."

I didn't expect that convincing people with money would not work, so I could only convince people with reason.

Ethan reluctantly took the money back and lifted his coat.

He unceremoniously took the Uzi submachine gun in his hand, the black barrel pointed at the black crowd.

Seeing this, Jaber and Jonny also brushed the hidden guns in their hands.

"Shet."

Seeing the two submachine guns and a pistol raised on the opposite side, the half-sized sunspots swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and some of the timid ones were already trembling with their feet.

"Da-da-da-da."

With the sound of Ethan's mouth, most of the sunspots standing behind quickly dropped their things and quickly scattered in all directions.

Only the four or five sunspots in the front were pointed at the muzzle of the gun, and they did not dare to move.

Ethan grinned and stepped forward with his submachine gun in hand.

"Hand over the phone."

The three sunspots I saw just now trembled and handed over the phone.

Ethan took the phone and put it in his pocket, and was about to leave, but the dirty pigtailed brother felt that he couldn't lose face in front of the little brother, so he stubbornly asked:

"Where are you guys?"

Ethan stopped, his palm fanned out like lightning, and with a crisp snap, his dirty pigtail's face instantly swollen.

"Where's the mix?"

He slapped out again: "If you are too young to study, you can't mix anywhere." ”

Brother Dirty Pigtails was slapped twice in a row, and his body shook.

"Let's go."

Jaber shouted loudly from behind, watching warily at the apartment buildings around him, the kind of hellish place that would not know when a bullet would fly out of the window.

Ethan kicked the pigtailed brother over, turned and walked back.

The people who scattered and fled just now may have someone looking for reinforcements, and they really can't stay for long.

The three of them ran back to the parking lot, and in the distance they saw an old black man holding a steel ruler in his hand, completely ignoring the corpse next to him, and kept poking at the crack of Jabber's car door.

"Shet."

The car was Jabber's favorite, and he had worked so hard to modify it that he raised his pistol and shouted.

"Hey, Mommy Fark."

Lao Hei, who was opening the car door vigorously, heard the shouting, hurriedly raised his head, and saw several people walking in the distance, one of whom was still holding a pistol aimed at him.

Lao Hei instantly threw down the steel ruler and ran into the darkness at a speed of 100 meters.

Back next to the car, Ethan glanced at Olek, who was lying on the ground not far away, his neck twisted at a strange angle.

The spider tattoo has been deformed and stained red with blood, and it no longer looks hideous.

I didn't expect him to be so hard, and he didn't hesitate to crash out of the window, but for him, this method was already the best solution, at least he could die a little more happily.

It's a pity that I didn't ask where the rabbit was.

Put the guns away, and the three of them quickly got into the car.

At this time, several black buddies ran in the distance, they were carrying pants in one hand and a pistol in the other.

"Bang bang."

Gunfire flashed.

"Let's go."

Ethan was already lying on the back seat when he spotted the black buddy and shouted at Johnny.

Jonny stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, rubbing the tires against the ground frantically for a few laps, and quickly fled the scene.

Back at the residence, putting the gun back in the mezzanine of the wardrobe, Ethan went straight to the bathroom to wash off the smell of gunpowder on his body.

The changed clothes were also thrown into the basket and left for Jonny to destroy in a centralized manner.

Ethan wrapped his body in a wide bath towel and walked out of the bathroom with a towel to wipe his hair.

A loud whistle sounded, and Jonny looked over from the couch.

Unlike the big muscular men seen in the gym, Ethan is not strong, but his muscles are obvious, and his whole person is full of strength.

And he has delicate skin on his body, unlike ordinary European and American men with strong body hair.

Ethan pouted and shook his head, walked to the refrigerator and took out a beer: "Hurry up and take a shower, and find a place to play later." ”

After every shootout, he always had an irrepressible excitement in his heart, looking for a place to vent his emotions.

"No problem, I'll arrange it tonight."

Jabber snapped his fingers and bounced off the couch.

This time, the four people who solved the rabbit took revenge on the bombing of the beauty salon, and he was in a good mood.

After a few people had washed up, the convertible set off in the night breeze.

It didn't take long for him to come to a strip club, and Ethan looked at the sign, the Silver Dollar Club.

Jaber was the first to get out of the car: "Come on, let you feel the atmosphere of New York." ”

Jaber and Jonny appeared to be regular customers of the club, and the two greeted the security staff before walking straight inside.

There was also a hiccup in the middle where Ethan was stopped to check his ID and the security officer withdrew his hand to Jaber's laughter.

In fact, the atmosphere of strip clubs is similar, except for a bigger dance floor and more strippers and danciers.

There's plenty of space inside, too, with semi-open booth areas on either side of the dance floor.

Led by the waiter, they walked towards one of the booths.

The booth is against the wall, the wide sofa forms a concave shape, and it is no problem to sit a dozen people, and there are several small tables in front of the sofa, and there is a steel pipe in the middle of the concave shape.

Ethan took out his cigarette and lit it, and looked into the field.

At this time, the business was at its most prosperous, and there were dozens of customers in the club.

Most of them are gathered on the dance floor and next to the bar, and waitresses in various sexy uniforms are shuttling back and forth through the crowd, a scene of drunken money.

Under Jaber's arrangement, the sofa was quickly filled with drinks.

Immediately after, the three waitresses who came from a distance attracted the attention of the audience, and they walked straight to Ethan's side under the escort of the security personnel.

What attracted the attention of the audience was not their dress, but the tray in their hands.

It's no surprise that it's full of topless women.

But the pallets in their hands are different, with bundles of dollars stacked on top of each other, piled high.

Even if all of them are small one-dollar bills, a pallet is tens of thousands of dollars.

Seeing the waitress placing the heavy tray on the table in front of her, Ethan picked up a stack and stuffed it into her ditch, turned to Jabber and said:

"Are you going to play that big tonight?"

(End of chapter)