After some persuasion, his depressed mood also relaxed a lot.

With something on his mind, Horstead quickly got drunk.

Ethan and Antonio lifted him to bed and quickly left.

"Would you like to have a drink?"

Walking downstairs, Ethan was a little upset by this kind of thing, and asked Antonio.

"Nope."

Antonio shook the key and said with a complicated expression: "Now I just want to go home and spend time with the children." ”

"Well, it's true that you need to spend a little more time with your family."

Ethan punched him and watched Antonio's vehicle quickly leave.

Returning home by himself, Ethan stood still and smoked a cigarette, swimming aimlessly in the car river.

What happened just now, he could see that what Horsted wanted was for the pedophile to be punished by the law, and only in this way could the victim's family let go of the previous matter.

Everyone's code of conduct is different, and there's nothing to say about that.

But years have passed, and it is not easy for him to successfully overturn the case.

It's also an option to lure that pedophile into committing another crime.

But it will cause innocent people to be harmed, and in order to avoid this, he must press step by step, which can easily put himself in it.

The red light came on, and he slowly stopped the car.

"Poof."

While he was in a daze, a spoonful of foaming water was suddenly splashed on the front windshield.

Ethan reflexively reached for the pistol as he leaned down.

He just wanted to run to the co-pilot, but found that instead of waiting for the gunshot, there was a squeak and scratching glass.

Damn, this is a roadside car scraping begging.

Ethan cursed, sat up, and released his grip from the handle of his gun.

A scruffyly dressed old white man, wearing a knitted hat and carrying a small child on his back, was diligently wiping the glass.

He pulled ten dollars out of his pocket and prepared to send the man away.

The old white man's knitted hat trembled slightly with the movement of his hands, and he looked up and smiled ugly at the people in the car.

Seeing the wrinkles on his face, memories swirled.

"Frank?" Ethan lowered the window and asked in surprise.

"Is that you?"

Frank also stopped wiping, his eyes widened: "My friend, I said that this car is so familiar, but the license plate number is different." ”

"I thought you had left Chicago."

This handsome guy in front of him, last time he invited him to a big drink, Frank never forgot him, and went there to find such a good friend.

It's a pity that after the handsome guy left with the two hot girls, he never saw anyone again.

Now the unexpected encounter surprises Frank, and his wrinkled face is full of smiles.

"I changed to a local license plate to make it easier."

There were still dozens of seconds left in the red light, Ethan took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "It's so late, are you still working?" ”

"No way, you also know that I have to raise six children."

Frank scratched his head and took the cigarette.

He sniffed greedily a few times, then took out a lighter and lit it: "Life is not easy, if you can earn a little more to subsidize your family, you can earn a little more." ”

Last time, I thought he was lying to himself, but I didn't expect it to be true.

It's past nine o'clock now, and I'm still carrying a child out to beg, and it seems that this day is really difficult.

Ethan stepped forward and lit a cigarette on one of his lighters:

"Frank, I'm underestimating you."

He exhaled a puff of smoke: "You are a man, and with you, your child must be happy." ”

"My friend, you still know me."

Frank hammered himself in the chest, then crouched down, "Come on, look at my little one, this is the youngest one, Liam." ”

Behind him, a child, about a year old, was wrapped in a dirty futon.

Curly, black skin, looks lethargic.

"Are you sure you're not holding the wrong child?" Ethan was a little messy.

"One hundred percent, that's my seed." It seems that he has faced many such doubts, and Frank has cut the nails and broken the iron, and he looks like he does not need to question it.

Well, Ethan also felt like he was making a fuss.

If a black person can find a white wife, will others not be allowed to find a black wife?

"Sorry, I misunderstood."

Ethan saw that there were more than ten seconds left in the red light, and hurriedly took out a hundred dollars from his pocket: "You go back to rest early, the children are going to fall asleep." ”

Frank quickly wiped the glass clean and took a few steps back, "No need. ”

"You're my friend, and this service is free."

"Are you sure?" Ethan held out the money: "Take it, for your family." ”

"Okay." Frank hesitated for a moment and took the money: "It's for the family, who knows what those poor kids are going through"

Hearing the sound of the horn behind him, he hurriedly walked to the side of the road:

"Tomorrow night, Ellerber's Bar."

"If you have time, I'll give you a beer."

Ethan put his hand out of the window, made an OK gesture, and slowly drove forward.

I wanted to ask him for a drink, but when I saw the child on his back, I still forgot it, not only delaying others to take care of the child, but also delaying others to earn money.

We'll have to talk about that another day.

It's getting colder, and in the rearview mirror, Frank is walking on the side of the road, waiting for the next wave of traffic lights to arrive.

After turning a few blocks, I saw a building with neon lights flashing in the distance.

The poster in the corner shows a giant ring-shaped spaceship suspended in space with a planet in the background.

2001: A Space Odyssey.

He immediately pulled over, he hadn't watched a movie for a long time, and it was not bad to relax.

The price of the old film was super cheap, and after buying the ticket, he walked to the popcorn sales office, which was the peak time for movie-watching, and there was a long queue here.

"Hey, girl, bring me two oversized cups."

When it was about Ethan's turn, a shout rang out from the front, and one of the white men in baseball uniforms continued with a mean smile:

"Both of them are oversized, I don't like small things."

"That's right, haha."

His companion laughed and bumped fists with him, while looking maliciously at the popcorn salesman in a thin T-shirt.

This is a white girl, with fair and delicate skin and beautiful appearance.

Bright big eyes, with a bit of stubbornness between the eyebrows.

The size of her chest is actually not small, and the two boys in front of her are nothing more than like to tease others with words and get fun from it.

In the eyes of these people, a popcorn salesman, bullying is also bullying, what else can be done.

The salesman pursed his lips, ignoring the two men, and was busy with the work at hand.

"I mean, why don't you two like little things?"

A clear voice sounded from behind: "I see, are the things of the two of you relatively small?" ”

The curly-haired man in the jujube baseball uniform turned around suddenly, and when he saw the little gap that Ethan had pinched, he was immediately annoyed and angry, and immediately rolled up his sleeves:

"What the hell are you talking about, believe it or not, I'm going to beat your eggs out."

Although he had drunk himself, he could smell the wine on them from afar, and Ethan also moved his shoulders and smiled shallowly:

"I hope your strength isn't as small as your stuff."

(End of chapter)