Jaber had a full understanding of him, and in his tone, the murderous intent was strong.

After hearing Ethan briefly describe what he had experienced, he also slapped the steering wheel hard. "And what are you going to do next?"

"Go to this address first." Ethan clicked on the photo, and he had other plans in mind.

He pulled out his phone again and called Buzz.

Sonny is dead, and he must be made clear.

Buzz heard what Ethan said, and was silent for more than ten seconds, then gritted his teeth and asked about the specific situation.

It's just that Ethan doesn't have any clue now, and under his persuasion, Buzz dispelled the idea.

Throwing the phone aside, Ethan rubbed his temples with a headache.

"What's the use of you looking for this guy?"

Jaber picked up the picture and looked at the man above.

Ethan lit a cigarette: "She's living here, and maybe she'll know some clues about those people that can be used." ”

"No matter what happens this time, the guy with the cowboy hat must be lifted out."

"Don't worry."

Jaber stepped on the accelerator: "I'll help you." ”

"Go back first, your task is also very important, hurry up and get rid of these things." Ethan picked up his watch and tossed it:

"I'll call you when I need to."

Seeing what Jaber was about to say, Ethan interrupted him again: "I'm not going to be polite to you, okay." ”

Jabber had no choice but to nod and drive seriously.

Volvo soon arrives in a small border city, much larger than Banshee Town.

It's not near the sea, it's inland, and compared to the Oceanside derder, it looks like southern Texas.

The people walking on the side of the road also looked fierce.

After Volvo crossed a few streets and slowly stopped at the corner, Jaber turned his head:

"It's right in front of the street park."

"Okay."

Ethan picked up the photo and just wanted to push the car door, but was pulled by Jaber:

"I know you want to take revenge alone, so I won't say anything, if there is something, you must call, I will stay in Oceanside during this time."

"I'll always be free to help you."

"Shet, don't say anything like that."

Ethan punched him hard and turned to get out of the car.

"Mommy Fake."

Jabber let out a painful sigh and rubbed his shoulder vigorously.

He glanced at Ethan, who was walking forward with a backpack, turned the steering wheel, and quickly left.

There was a huge amount of property in the car, and he didn't dare to wander around at will like Ethan.

Ethan tossed his backpack behind him and walked forward with a cigarette in his mouth.

On the side of the road, groups of old inks gathered on the side of the road, hoping to get a job, and the afternoon sun shone on the wall of the street, and it was dusk.

Not far away, there was a cheer.

When I got closer, there were more than 20 people gathered in a small alley.

In the middle, the two were scuffling together.

Others waved the bills in their hands, all of them burly and wearing tank tops or plaid shirts.

It's clear that there's a street fight going on here.

As a heavy punch fell, the topless white man with long blond hair knocked his opponent to the ground and won the match.

The blonde man grinned and tossed his frenzied long hair to the back of his head.

He happened to see Ethan walking outside, and stretched out his arm to point at it.

Leaning against the wall, the race organizer with black-rimmed glasses saw this, and hurriedly shouted to Ethan:

"Hey, you, do you want to fight?"

Ethan paused, glanced at the people inside, and the bloodstained yellow earth, and shook his head with a smile.

As soon as he refused, the man with black-rimmed glasses came to his senses:

"Please, look at you, don't tell me you want to miss out on making $500."

Ethan's current dress is indeed similar to the person inside, or worse.

At least the people inside, their clothes are clean and tidy, unlike him, who is dusty and dusty, and his boots are covered with a thick layer of dust.

Plus his black hair, dirty clothes, and backpack.

In the eyes of these people, he was a smuggler who had just arrived from Mexico.

Sixty percent of the people in Mexico are of mixed Indian and Spanish white descent, and the color of Ethan is just as much in Mexico.

"Please, a girl like him, I'll add another hundred privately."

The long-haired blond man took out his wallet from behind his jeans, took out a Franklin sheet, and threw it into the felt hat in the black-rimmed glasses man's hand.

His ex-girlfriend was pried away by such a little white face.

Ever since he experienced that kind of thing, he was angry when he saw the handsome man, and now when he saw Ethan, he was even more angry, and he would rather add money to seduce him than beat him.

Ethan flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt fell in the corner.

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, six hundred yuan, why not make money.

"Rejoice, gentlemen, we have a new challenger."

Seeing him walk in, the black-rimmed glasses suddenly became excited, and he hurriedly beckoned the onlookers to place bets.

"Hahaha."

The others were also happy to see the joke and burst out laughing.

Every day, several such unlucky eggs are tricked, they can't earn a penny, and they are beaten in vain.

They also hurriedly took out the money and put it on the blonde man.

Although the odds are low, it is not bad to earn a meal, and everyone is gearing up to look at Ethan.

It's like a little sheep that has broken into the wolves.

"How?"

Ethan didn't take off his backpack, looked at the shirtless blonde man, and asked the black-rimmed man next to him.

"You can't attack the lower body."

The organizer of the competition with black-rimmed glasses, with a square face and flesh, lifted his glasses: "Anything else, feel free." ”

Ethan nodded and walked towards the middle of the field.

The blonde man also greeted him excitedly and looked at him with a sneer.

At this moment, a black Mercedes stopped on the opposite side of the alley, the window slowly lowered, and a middle-aged white man with a goatee and a big back looked into the alley.

He wears a blue striped suit with a gray beard and sideburns, giving him a sense of not being angry and arrogant.

And inside the alley, with the black-rimmed glasses, the blonde man rushed towards Ethan with a fist.

"Bang."

Ethan came first, dusty boots, kicked out with a strong wind, imprinted on his chest.

The blonde man snorted, flew backwards and slammed into the wall, falling to the ground with a thud.

The scene was silent.

Ethan slowly retracted his legs, walked over to the black-rimmed glasses and stretched out his hand:

"Now you can give me money."

The black-rimmed man with stiff faces and silently took out six Franklin sheets from his felt hat and handed them to Ethan.

"Thank you."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, took the money in his hand, and walked out of the alley towards the street park in front of him.

In the Mercedes Benz, a middle-aged white man wiped his gray beard.

He smiled with satisfaction and started the vehicle to catch up with Ethan.

(End of chapter)