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Ethan took the lead in raising his glass and held it high:

"First glass, to Horstead."

Everyone raised their glasses and bumped into each other: "Horstead." ”

"Bang bang."

As soon as the sound of the wine glass on the table sounded, Ethan raised another glass: "Second glass, toast silencer." ”

When the words fell, everyone was stunned.

Facing their puzzled gazes, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said, "May he remember to stay away from us and Chicago in the next life." ”

"Hahaha."

"That's right."

"Respect the silencer."

By the end of the second round, most of the cups on the table had disappeared.

This time it was Rusek's turn, and he eagerly picked up the cup and said murderously: "Whatever you want to toast in this cup, I must put down one tonight." ”

There was a burst of laughter at the table, and they all picked up their glasses as he could.

Back at the house, Ethan closed the door and closed the curtains.

I checked my phone and there was nothing unusual.

During this time, he had already installed the security system sent by Jaber and came to a strange place, and the protection methods that should be there were still indispensable.

Grab the leftover half bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet and bring out a box of ice cubes from the fridge.

Take a sip from your glass and raise your palms flat on the table.

"Bang bang bang!"

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen packets of banknotes appeared out of thin air and fell on the table.

With the palm of his hand turned over again, the money counter he bought on the way to the hospital appeared in his hand.

Putting down the machine, Ethan rubbed his hands together and counted excitedly.

Windfalls, always so happy.

The solitaires had already divided the face value of the banknotes, and after about half an hour, the amount was counted, and there were almost 600,000 cash in total.

It's a small gain.

Wrapping all the money, Ethan quickly touched his fingers, and the money on the table quickly disappeared.

Half a month passed quickly.

After work, Ethan drove to the detention center.

Miranda's addiction was not too serious, and after half a month of treatment, Ethan received a call asking him to come and pick someone up.

The car came to a slow stop, Ethan tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel, and waited patiently to get up.

In just a while, he discovered something interesting.

On the right-hand side is the Ring Solitary Place.

On the left-hand side, however, around the corner, there were two or three old blacks yawning against the wall.

Ethan dared to bet with the python on his waist that those old blacks were definitely street vendors.

The scene in front of me is not only interesting, but also a little magical.

But for this kind of thing, he doesn't bother to get out of the car, and he can't find any unique products on those people, and those things are usually placed next to them.

Places like trash cans, sewer covers, or benches on the side.

In these places, you can definitely find something unique.

It's useless to find it, unless you let the police go undercover to fish, but that amount usually comes out in ten days and half a month.

Like flies, these street vendors drove away one and flew back again.

I can't clean it up.

After a few minutes of waiting, the iron door opened.

Miranda stepped out of the crack in the door, her bag in both hands, looking at the outside world with some nervousness.

"Yo."

The street vendor on the opposite side shouted, "Girl, do you need something?" ”

Damn, that's a bastard.

"Bang."

Ethan closed the car door and strode over, "Yo, let me ask you, do you mothers need something for Farke?" ”

Seeing the police badge and pistol on his waist, the traffickers scattered violently.

After two or three strokes, it disappeared without a trace.

When Bolt saw it, he would also sigh to himself.

Ethan shook his head and turned back.

Crisp footsteps sounded, and Miranda sprang up and hugged him tightly.

"Hey."

Ethan unceremoniously patted her buttocks: "You're recovering well, you're a little fatter than before." ”

"Thank you."

Miranda spun around, showing off her figure.

Compared with half a month ago, her mental and physical state is simply different.

The long-lost vitality also returned to her.

"Get in the car."

Ethan tapped the roof of the car and turned to get into the car.

"Where's Danny?" As soon as Miranda got in the car, she asked nervously.

"He's in a children's foster care school."

Ethan spun the wheel and continued: "Every day or two, I take the time to see him, there are a lot of little kids there, and he has a lot of fun. ”

If it weren't for Hank, he wouldn't have been able to find a place to put Danny.

"He'll be safe." Miranda clenched her fist and let go:

"You have done so much for us, I don't know if I should repay you."

"Needless to say."

Ethan glanced at her, "Do you have any other relatives to turn to?" ”

"The people at the retreat told me that they suggest you live in a different environment, and although I believe you, you should no longer contact people you know in Chicago."

"I understand." Miranda nodded:

"I have an aunt in Wyoming, and I've contacted her, and the tickets have been bought in advance, so I'm waiting for the long-distance bus."

It's really fast, and it seems that I really want to leave this sad place.

"Good."

Ethan smiled and nodded, "Start your new life over there." ”

"Hmm."

Miranda bit her lip and glanced at him, quickly reaching out her hands.

"Huh."

The zipper was instantly pulled open by Miranda, and she immediately buried her head down.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The Cadillac shook violently and was quickly straightened by Ethan.

The feeling of being wrapped in his lips made his scalp itch.

"You don't have to."

He gasped and pressed a free hand on the back of Miranda's head, "I'm not here to help you for this." ”

"I know."

Miranda Song opened her mouth and said indistinctly, "This is what I want to do, if you are a gentleman, keep your mouth shut." ”

As she spoke, she spun vigorously.

Ethan couldn't help but step on the accelerator, and quickly let go of it, slowing down the car.

At Union Station, Cadillac slowly pulled over.

"Uncle Morgan, if you have the chance, you must go and see us." Turning around, Miranda's child looked at him expectantly.

During this time, Ethan went to see him when he had time, and a relationship was established between the two.

Danny knew he was leaving, and he had reluctance in his eyes.

"Don't worry, there will always be a chance."

Ethan smiled and rubbed his head: "You sit down first, I have a few words to tell your mother." ”

"Okay."

Danny sat back obediently, holding the baseball glove Ethan had given him.

"You deserve this."

Ethan reached out and took out a bank card from his pocket, Miranda did everything he did during this time, and it was a piece of cake to open a card.

He reached over: "I will register you as an informant, this is the informant fee for the seizure of the silencer." ”

"$100,000."

"It's enough for you to start a new life, take it."

Miranda wanted to refuse, but the financial embarrassment made her unable to open this mouth, after all, the money she used to buy the ticket was borrowed from a friend.

"It's okay."

Ethan shoved the card into her hand: "You deserve all this that you and Danny have experienced, don't be embarrassed, this is the reward of the game." ”

"Thank you."

Miranda didn't know how many times she had thanked the man in front of her, but she still didn't think it was enough.

While thanking him repeatedly, he hugged him tightly.

Watching Miranda and Danny disappear into the crowd holding hands, Ethan lit a cigarette.

Passengers come and go, and the scarlet light in the car is on and off.

The ringtone of the cell phone broke the silence in the car, and he stretched out his finger and slid it slightly: "This is Ethan Morgan." ”

"I'm Erin and I have an urgent case."

"Okay, send me the address."

Hanging up, Ethan started the car, and the Cadillac let out a roar and quickly drove off into the dark night of Chicago.

Thank you uoduck brother for the tip, thank you

(End of chapter)