Leaving the street park, Ethan smoked a Coke and walked to the corner.

Now we have to find a bar to sit and wait until the evening to contact Letty to see how she can help.

He stood on the corner of the street in a daze when a black Mercedes stopped in front of him.

The window of the car slowly lowered, and a middle-aged white man with a white goatee and a big back appeared in front of him.

"Get in the car."

The goatee man looked at him and spoke.

Ethan was a little confused, and looked left and right to see if the other party was looking for the wrong person.

"Don't look at it."

The goatee man patted the seat with interest: "It's you, I have a good job here." ”

Ethan then woke up to the fact that he was dressed like this, and the other party should not think of himself as an illegal worker.

He shook his head, just about to explain.

The goatee man touched his beard: "You came here, didn't you just want to change your life?" Now that the opportunity has come, do you want to seize it? ”

As he spoke, Ethan felt a domineering momentum.

has the same momentum as Procott, and the person in front of him is not a good stubble.

The bulging handle of the gun at his waist confirmed Ethan's thoughts.

Ethan rolled his eyes, took a big sip of Coke, threw the cup to the trash can on the side, and pulled the car door to get into the car without hesitation.

This kind of person has a wide range of contacts.

Basically, it's the kind that can be eaten both black and white.

In this kind of person, you may be able to find some useful information.

It's better than going to a bar and sitting stupidly, so he decisively got in the car.

The goatee man didn't care about the smell of sweat on Ethan's body, and after he got into the car, he started the car and drove forward.

There was silence all the way, and after more than ten minutes of driving, the goatee man turned his head:

"Have you ever killed someone before?"

Sure enough, he wasn't looking for laborers, Ethan glanced at him indifferently and didn't speak.

Goatee nodded in satisfaction and accelerated his throttle.

In the street fight just now, it can be seen that this person's skills are not simple, at least on that occasion, he is not intimidated at all, which is exactly what he needs.

Now that he has confirmed his eyes, he is exactly the kind of person he needs, who has killed people and is fearless in doing things.

A few minutes later, Mercedes came to a place lined with office buildings.

The steering wheel turned and drove into the underground parking lot.

When Goatee got out of the car, he deliberately flipped his suit jacket and showed the pistol inside to give a warning.

Ethan just smiled and walked with him to the elevator in the underground garage.

The two got on the elevator together and came to Goatee's company.

From the layout of the company, I can't tell what it does, just a few tables are placed on them, and they are empty.

The office inside is completely different.

The area is not large, and the decoration is extraordinarily luxurious.

In Ethan's experience, this is just a foothold for the goatee to deal with something unclean.

In the corner of the office, there stood an expressionless white man, wearing a black leather coat with parted hair, giving a gloomy and cold feeling.

The man, who appeared to be a goatee's subordinate, was looking at Ethan meaningfully.

He had his hands in front of him, several parts of his hands were covered with calluses, and he was a man who often shot guns, and his waist was bulging.

"Sit casually, you're welcome."

Goatee walked behind the large desk, pulled open the leather office chair, and picked up the tequila bottle that had been placed next to the desk.

On the tray next to it, there are more than a dozen bullet cups.

Ethan pulled the chair next to him and placed it sideways, ignoring the dirty clothes, and sat down directly.

From his vantage point, he could see both the goatee and the man in leather at the same time.

Everyone doesn't know each other, and these two people are also mysterious, so I still have to be a little more vigilant.

The goatee didn't care about Ethan's defensive look.

He unscrewed the cap and poured a cup of agave.

"Huh."

The bullet was gently pushed by him and slid in front of Ethan.

Ethan didn't touch the wine glass either, just looked at him silently, not knowing what kind of medicine this person was selling in his gourd.

Goatee took a document out of the filing cabinet in the back, opened it and threw it in front of him:

"Do you know this person?"

Above is a photograph of a white man in a suit with bulging eyebrow bones and a determined gaze.

At first glance, it is a typical old white man.

Seeing that Ethan didn't speak, the goatee sat down in the office chair, and after he straightened the tie on his chest, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Senator John McLaughlin."

"Known for his hardline stance on illegal workers in Mexico, he wouldn't hesitate to send all Mexicans working in the U.S. back home if he could."

"His political slogan is: pack them up and send them away, and before that, let them build a wall for free."

The goatee sat up straight and poured himself a cup of tequila:

"What this lovable senator doesn't understand is that this country is run by illegal labor."

"He doesn't understand that it is with people like you that the country can keep prices low and continue to prosper."

"Without you friends, our country would be doomed."

The goatee took a sip of agave and raised his eyebrows:

"Of course, that's my opinion."

Ethan learned the tone of today's Mexican smugglers, and said succinctly:

"Getting to the point."

"No problem." Goatee put down the bullet cup and stared at him:

"Look at the way you look, just came over, didn't you?"

"Don't you want to do something for your fellow citizens? Every day, countless people are forcibly repatriated to that poor country. ”

"Senator McLaughlin has to be warned, I want him an arm."

Ethan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't expect that what he found on his head turned out to be this kind of thing.

Illegal workers in Mexico were repatriated, and they were shut down for their own.

There is no injustice or hatred, he is not willing to provoke a senator, and when the time comes, he will be in trouble, and after doing this kind of thing, the goatee in front of him will most likely not let go of himself.

Left and right are troubles.

But now that I have listened to this person's words, I am afraid that the other party will not let me leave easily.

Ethan lowered his arm, ready to pull his pistol out of the space.

Kill him, and you're done.

Just then, Goatee bent down and pulled out a black suitcase from under the table.

With confidence, he opened the box, which was full of old banknotes:

"Here's fifty thousand dollars, a deposit."

"After the matter is completed, I will give you another 250,000 yuan, this money, according to your current situation, I am afraid you will not be able to earn it in your life."

"As long as you take off one of his arms, the money is yours."

Ethan pretended to be shocked at the right time, and swallowed his saliva in his throat.

The goatee smiled and closed the suitcase:

"Let me make it clear, now that you know this job, although you can choose to refuse, you will know the consequences."

"I won't refuse, but I have a question."

Ethan looked up, "If you can answer for me, I'll be more than happy to help you, whatever your intentions." ”

(End of chapter)