Half an hour later, two SUVs pulled up on the side of the road.

Ethan lit a cigarette and pushed the car door, he tightened his jacket and walked to Cadillac:

"Do you know Collins' family?"

"I know more or less all the people in the way."

Hank took his cigarette and looked at the tavern not far away:

"I've always felt that this surname is very familiar just now, and I only remembered it after looking at the group photo in my wallet."

"Gavin Collins."

"Italian, running a criminal gang, mainly engaged in theft and selling stolen goods."

"Mafia?"

Ethan puffed out a puff of smoke and squinted at the old-fashioned-looking classic American tavern in the distance.

"That's all in the past."

Hank got out of the car and walked forward: "But he's not too big and not too small, but he's a character." ”

"This tavern belongs to him, and most of the customers in it are their gang or gang members, and Gavin often hangs out here."

Ethan nodded, this place is similar to Morley's Bar.

Mainly in the face of their own consumption, everyone sits together, and it is more comfortable.

Just like the Blue Bar, the people of the Twenty-One Branch like to go to Morley, not only to support their own people, but also to feel safe.

When no one wants to have a good time, there are a few tables of gang members sitting next to them.

Life is exciting enough, there is no need to look for excitement when you are relaxed.

"If there's anyone who is most likely to know the whereabouts of Sean Collins right now, it's him." Hank stepped on the snow and continued:

"Now those people are so anxious by us that they don't just dare to help."

"But that's his family, are you sure he'll say it?" Ethan flicks off the cigarette butt:

"How's your relationship with him?"

The meaning of this is obvious, depending on the degree of relationship, determine the strength of the next hand.

Hank naturally understood, and he spread his hands:

"Played once or twice."

He stopped and said to Ethan: "My code of conduct is this, the world is black and white, and there is a gray area in between. ”

"I just want to maintain the peace of Chicago and the stability of ordinary people."

"Whoever jumps, I'll hit them!"

"Understood, then I know what to do." The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

"Wow."

The tavern door was pushed open, and the tin can on it was slammed with a muffled thud.

There were five or six people sitting in the middle of the room, and the bartender was on the bar with his hands on the bar, looking at the two people who had entered the door.

Both men were wearing jackets, and the police badges on their belts were exposed.

With the swing of the corners of the clothes, the holster looms.

"Be careful."

Hank whispered a word to Ethan and walked straight inside.

Inside, there was a pool table, and a white man with gray hair and droopy eyes was playing billiards with a tall, bald man.

Ethan quickly looked around and didn't see any surveillance cameras.

With a wary gaze, he kept up with Hank.

"Gavin Collins."

Hank smiled and walked over to the pool table.

"Boit!" The gray-haired Gavin glanced at him and rubbed the tip of the billiard cue unhurriedly:

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to entertain you right now, I'm busy."

"I don't think you're busy!"

Hank grabbed a wad of money that had been placed on the edge of the pool table and threw it to the bald man:

"Congratulations, you've won, get out!"

The banknotes were fluttering, and the bald man looked at Gavin with a bewildered expression.

Ethan walked to the pole frame, and after some selection, he picked up a billiard cue with just the right thickness and stroked it in his hand, and the weight was just right.

Faced with their actions, Gavin asked expressionlessly:

"I had two nephews this morning, and now there is only one left."

"Can you tell me why?"

Hank leaned back on the bar and clasped his hands on his chest: "Your nephew asked a few little girls to swallow cocoa powder and bring it here from Mexico." ”

He said coldly, "Brandon and we played a game of high-speed chase. ”

"Usually those who do this are digging their own graves."

"So, I don't think there's anything to be sorry about."

"I'm sorry." Gavin Collins slid the pool cue in his hand:

"I don't have much to say to you now, after this game, I still have to visit that heartbroken sister."

"So if you don't mind, please take that quarterback in the back and get out of my territory."

"Hey!"

Ethan stepped forward and clubbed the billiard cue: "Mind if the two of us play a game." ”

"Just you?"

Gavin looked at him disdainfully: "What income do you have, what income do I have, do you have this qualification?" ”

Hank didn't know what Ethan was going to do, and he picked up a club.

"A thousand dollars a game."

Ethan took out a roll of money from his pocket and gently placed it on the edge of the table: "Just play the rest of the game now, are you interested?" ”

Tabletop situation, small balls prevail.

Gavin has two balls left to finish with a black eight.

He leaned down and put the club on his fingers: "Hank, your men want to send me money to use, and I have no reason to refuse." ”

"Hahaha."

"This strip's brain is broken."

"Collins has been immersed in this game for decades, and this strip is lost."

Several people who were drinking next to them laughed one after another.

Gavin holds the table with his palm firmly on the table with the fulcrum firmly and the club slides gently.

"Bang."

With a tremendous force, the clubhead stabbed out.

Steady, accurate, ruthless!

The skin was punctured, and the bones of the hand were pierced.

Gavin's palm, broken by the cue, slammed into the pool table.

"Ah!!h

Only then did he react and let out a scream.

Ethan firmly grasped the trembling club, and with his other hand quickly lifted the corner of his shirt, the python revolver pulled out with lightning speed:

"Don't move!"

The few people who were still laughing just now were suddenly silenced.

The bartender was pointed at a pistol and obediently withdrew his hands that had been reaching under the bar.

At the moment when Ethan made his move, Hank also turned over the billiard cue in his hand and stabbed the bald man in the stomach.

Shet !!。

The bald man was hit hard and let out a gurgling sound in his throat.

He fell to his knees with his feet limp.

"Bang." Hank punched him in the head.

With a snap, a Colt M1911 fell from the bald man's arms and fell to the ground next to him.

"Falk !!"

Hank hurriedly stretched out his foot and stepped on the pistol:

"You bastards, you dare to attack the police!"

He scolded and punched the bald man again.

Gavin was also angry, and after the scream just now, he gritted his teeth.

He was lying on the billiard table, trying to pull the cue out of his hand.

"Say, where is your nephew?" Ethan grabbed his hand from the club and slammed it to the side, releasing it violently.

"Buzz."

The billiard cue shook quickly, wrenching out some blood foam.

"Fakyu, I'm going to kill you!" Gavin was in pain, and he stared at Ethan and screamed.

"No, no, no."

Hank reached into his pocket and picked up the M1911 that had fallen on the floor.

He stepped aside and stabbed the pistol directly into Gavin's mouth: "Those girls are in the hands of your nephew, and they will definitely not survive tonight." ”

"He must be hiding somewhere, and this place, I bet you know."

He wrestled Colt's hammer back through his clothes: "Give you three seconds, tell us the address." ”

"Otherwise, I'm going to kill you."

"One"

"Two"

(End of chapter)