Thinking back to the photo Thompson sent to himself, it was certain that it was George.

Ethan didn't rush into action, it was still early for Davis's bar to close, and he crouched quietly against the wall, hiding behind the leaves.

Ten minutes later, there was a different movement.

The two men in the front yard shouted into the room, and after a while, a man came out of the house with a few bottles of beer.

Ethan smiled slightly, the person who came out with the beer was the same pretty boy who was armed with a gun by an Indian girl when he last touched the Red Bone Gang camp.

Although he has only met once, he has a good memory and still has an impression.

Now it seems that George and the Red Bones have really come together, and this is the right time tonight.

But it's normal, and Procott reminded them that no matter how rich they are, if they don't have a gun, they are still at their disposal.

So now it's not just Thompson, George is arming himself as well.

Ethan waited a few minutes and saw George get up from the jacuzzi and walk into the house, he didn't plan to wait any longer.

Grabbed the wall of the courtyard, and after a soft sound, he fell to the ground.

According to the route observed in advance, he bent down and quickly walked to the small door on the side of the house, being careful at the same time, but also bringing a little freedom.

After all, the artist is bold, if he wasn't afraid of making too much noise, he could have entered directly through the front door.

Holding the doorknob and twisting it down, he opened a crack and looked inside, he opened the door and walked in quickly, not forgetting to close the side door.

In the living room, the guy who had just gone out with a beer was sitting on the couch watching TV.

From the next position, there was a burst of excited voices:

"Your guy is injured and needs medical bills, and Thompson has a gun?"

"Even if he has a tank, you have to get him done by tomorrow, or I won't give you another penny."

"Click."

The sound of the phone hanging up rang, followed by a burst of words that only knew how to spend money and waste.

"Thompson?"

Ethan blinked, everyone wouldn't think of going together.

He shook his head and reached for the kitchen.

George was standing next to the sink, still muttering in his mouth, chopping and chopping in his hand, and a bottle of tequila next to him.

George turned on the blender, and a cacophony rang out.

Ethan slowly stood up and quietly pulled out a sharp dinner knife from the knife holder next to him.

By the time George saw a person standing behind him through the light of the tiles, his jaw had been pressed against the sharp tip of the knife, and the slightest stinging pain made sweat quickly ooze from his forehead.

"Shhhh

"Who sent you? . . ."

Ethan covered his mouth, and the dinner knife quickly moved down, to the place of the heart, and the blade of the knife was horizontal, and stabbed it hard.

"Poof."

Under the effect of force, the heart was easily pierced, and George still wanted to struggle, but was firmly held by Ethan and soon lost his strength.

They all said to be quiet, this person is disobedient, there is no way, so he can only do it directly.

A few seconds later, George was put to the ground by Ethan, and the sparkle in his eyes dimmed.

At this time, the blender is still stirring.

On the couch in the living room, the guy watching TV was laughing.

He reached for his lower back, pulled out the Beretta M9 with the muffler installed, and turned to walk towards the living room.

"Poof."

His smile froze and he fell headlong on the couch.

The gunfire was perfectly suppressed by the noise inside the house, and Ethan swaggered open the door again.

The two people guarding the front yard were still discussing how cool the girls were last night.

"Poof."

After two gunshots, the bottles in their hands fell off their hands and rolled forward with a grunt.

To put it bluntly, these people are gangsters.

I don't know how big George's heart is, let these people protect his own safety, it's not like having an AK.

Ethan shook his head and went back to the house to check again, making sure there was no one else.

Not knowing if there were hidden cameras installed inside, like himself, he quickly moved several corpses out of the house and threw them into the space.

In order not to cause Nora more trouble, they had to make them disappear.

Soon back to where the motorbike was parked, drive fast all the way to find a small lake.

Ethan threw the four men out of the space, tied their hands and feet to the stones and threw them into the water.

Seeing that the water surface had returned to calm, he took out his phone.

The phone has been set to Do Not Disturb mode, and sure enough, there are a few missed calls on it.

I took off my gloves and dialed back, and I was quickly connected.

"What's the matter?"

Nora's eager voice rang out: "Thompson was attacked on the way to the party just now, but he was fine, only slightly injured. ”

"It's okay."

Ethan grinned, I didn't expect everyone to really want to go together, it just depends on who is more ruthless.

No one answered the phone just now, and Nora asked nervously:

"What's going on with you?"

"It's good to be together, I'm blowing the wind by the lake." Ethan looked at the scattered blisters on the water's surface.

Nora's tone became happy, "Is that what I thought?" ”

"I think that's right."

Ethan turned around and walked towards the motorcycle: "Tell Thompson to be careful for the next two days, and if necessary, you can call me, the matter has been done." ”

"Okay, I'll contact him."

Hanging up the phone, Ethan glanced back at the calm water, stepped on the motorcycle and quickly left.

Soon, it was Davis's Bar.

It was close to closing at this time, and there were not many customers in the bar, and Candy saw Ethan walking into the bar and quickly nodded at him.

From the look on his face, it could be seen that Hood had already told him about the matter.

"Just give me the bottle."

Before Ethan could pour the candy, he grabbed the bottle in his hand and pulled out the stainless steel spout.

Hood sniffed a few times and glanced at him:

"What did you just do?"

"Practice the gun."

Ethan put down the bottle, lit a cigarette, and said nonchalantly.

Hood sniffed a hint of blood on him, shrugged his shoulders, and said nothing.

The brass bells of the final show had already been shaken by the candy, and the last of the drinkers had left, and when the half bottle of whiskey was about to bottom, Jaber finally pushed open the door of the bar.

His injuries have healed, he has a yellow hair again, and he wears denim suspenders.

"Good evening, Bichi."

"Who are you calling?" Candy hadn't seen Jaber for a long time, so he said hello with a smile.

"Since you're the only one here to answer me, then it's just the two of them." Jaber tossed his satchel onto the bar and sat down in front of the barstool.

Candy hurriedly picked up the wine glass and poured it slowly for him: "I'm very sorry about what happened last time, I don't know." ”

"Don't do that, I know you're going to stand up." Jaber waved his hand and picked up his glass:

"But it's okay if you don't come, save them a few Bichi and save one more person."

(End of chapter)