Seeing the freshly washed vehicle look like this, the corners of Ethan's eyes twitched.

Without saying hello to Ian, he yelled at the brunette boy:

"Hey!"

"Mommy Fake, you stop for me."

This shout attracted the attention of several people present.

Ian turned his head and saw that it was Ethan, and he was both surprised and a little panicked.

Just because the black-haired kid heard Ethan's shout, he stopped, threw the carton in his hand directly to the ground, and then turned around angrily.

He glanced at Ethan, craned his neck and walked back:

"What the hell were you talking about?"

"Mickey, don't be angry."

Ian hurriedly stood in front of Ethan, waving his hands.

He kept motioning to the white boy, who had a dirty face and was dragging like something, to calm down:

"This is my friend, please, don't do this."

"Your friend?"

Mitch looked at Ian and then up and down, "Yo, idiot, what did you just call me?" ”

"I'll call you Mama Jalan Fake."

Pushing Ian aside, Ethan stepped forward, "Do you have any comments?" ”

"Fakyu."

Mickey scolded angrily, immediately reached into his pocket, and took out a sharp finger tiger and put it on his hand.

He strode over: "I'll let you know what I have to say." ”

"Hey, hey~" Ethan waved one hand, signaling him to give up this stupid approach.

Seeing his reaction, Mickey shook his fist in disdain.

"Huh!"

The python's revolver jerked out, pointing straight at the white boy's head.

Seeing the huge muzzle, Mickey's feet went limp.

"Oops, hey, hey!"

He hurriedly raised his hands, and a meaningless tone came out of his mouth.

"Oops, hey." Ethan laughed and pressed the pistol down.

"Oops, hey, hey." Mickey squatted down in a panic, not daring to make any movements, and his mouth was still unconsciously cooperating.

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, and the hand holding the gun poked forward:

"Bang."

It was just a slap from his mouth that scared Mickey to sit on the ground.

"Hey, Ethan don't."

Ian on the side looked over in shock, he would never have thought that Ethan would carry a gun on his body.

But Mickey was his neighbor after all, and he was apprehensive to dissuade him.

Winking at Ian, Ethan lifted the corner of his shirt to the person sitting on the ground and showed his badge: "You're Mickey, right?" ”

"First of all, the police car was damaged."

He pointed to the vehicle next to him and nodded to himself: "You are not afraid to try to attack the police with a weapon again." ”

"I can shoot you right now, do you have any opinion?"

"Shet!"

Before Mitch could speak, Ian was shocked and asked, "Are you a strip?" ”

"Please, we're friends, aren't we?"

Ethan smiled at Ian, "Don't call me a strip, okay?" ”

The latter sneered and scratched his short red hair.

"What do you want?" Mickey's expression stiffened: "I didn't really attack you." ”

"It doesn't matter." Ethan gently shook the python's revolver, "As long as I feel like you're attacking me, that's enough." ”

"Look at the finger tiger in your hand, whose words do you think are more credible?"

Mickey sniffed and had to admit his bad luck: "I'm willing to make compensation and give you the money for the car wash." ”

"Nope."

Ethan said with a straight face: "There are also lost work expenses and mental damage expenses." ”

"Mental damages?"

Mickey looked at Ethan in surprise as to who was frightened right now.

"What you did just scared me." Ethan put his index finger on the trigger:

"I'm scared now, I'm going to go off at any moment, you say, have I been mentally damaged?"

"Yes." Mickey Chick pecks rice and nods:

"I'm willing to make amends."

"And these things on the ground, you stole them, right?" Ethan smiled.

"I've got more than $300 on me."

Mickey took out all the money in his pocket in distress, and the thick wad of money, most of which were five dollars a piece.

"It's because of Ian, or I'd have to drag you back to the police station for a treat." Ethan put away the python and waved his hand away:

"Put the money down and get out!"

Mickey breathed a sigh of relief, got up on his hands and feet, and ran quickly to the corner.

Today I was really unlucky to meet a live bandit.

Looking at his distant back, Ethan smiled and looked at Ian on the side: "Can you please help me get it?" ”

People come and go here, and when something like this happens, there are many people who stop and watch.

Of course, it is impossible for him to take the money in public, so he can only trouble Ian.

"No problem."

Ian nodded, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the money that Mickey had thrown on the ground.

Thinking of Mickey's appearance just now, he felt a dark feeling in his heart, the other party was a little bully around him, but he didn't expect to be treated obediently.

Ethan looked at the guy who had been standing in the distance, it was an Arab, who looked to be in his thirties, and looked cowering.

He noticed Ethan's gaze and hurriedly smiled at him.

"This is the shopkeeper."

Ian walked over: "I work here, part-time. ”

Pushing open the glass door, several people walked inside, and it was only now that Ethan took the change.

"You're a police officer?"

Ian walked to the back of the cash register and asked excitedly, "Why haven't I heard you mention it, does Fiona know?" ”

"That's right, it's just a job, so it's not surprising."

Ethan shrugged: "Of course she knows, by the way, how much was robbed just now?" ”

"Thirty is fine."

Ian spread his hands and glanced at the shopkeeper who walked to the back: "It's okay if you don't give it, you didn't grab it anyway." ”

"It's all Mickey's doing."

"What is he?" Ethan pointed to the Arab.

"No way, that's his character."

Ian sighed, "It's too weak to eat in the South End." ”

"Smack!"

Ethan counted out thirty dollars and pressed it on the cash register:

"In that case, then this money, please eat pizza in the evening!"

"Great!"

Ian unceremoniously put away the money: "Carl will be very happy, do you want to be together in the evening?" ”

"I can't help it."

Ethan shook his head and patted the police badge on his waist: "You understand. ”

"Roger."

Ian raised his hands, the little freckles on his face jumping: "The work of the police." ”

It's still working time, so it's not good to sneak away for too long.

Ethan picked up a plastic basket, walked to the shelf next to it, and threw a snack he wanted to eat inside.

It's like today, I haven't eaten lunch yet.

Sometimes, you have to rely on these things to hold you up.

Carrying a basket full of things back to the cashier, the settlement was almost two hundred dollars, and the car wash cost more than twenty dollars, which can only be regarded as a small profit.

But there was nothing to be done for nothing, and after saying goodbye to Ian, he drove away from the small shop.

Wash the car and head back to the police station.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I saw that several people who had come back before were gathering together to discuss something.

"You're back just in time."

Hank saw him appear and hurriedly said, "I was about to call you, we are going to Rosemont." ”

"Huh?"

Ethan shrugged in confusion, scoop in his hand digging through the ice cream.

"Jacob Sims."

Antonio explained: "This man is one of the leaders of the Gangsters. ”

"Erin and Sumner have asked for the latest clues from Tony Johnston's lawyer, and Sims has been using that auto repair shop to trade in black cars while Johnston is in prison."

"After Johnston was released from prison, the two had a conflict of interest."

"According to clues provided by Rosemont police, the whereabouts of Sims were found at the local fair center."

"Exhibitions?"

Ethan interrupted him: "What fair?" ”

Several people on the other side looked at each other, and Rusek frowned and said, "Gun fair." ”

"Waterfa?"

Ethan's mind suddenly conjured up the image of a crowd of people, all with a gun on their shoulders.

"That's right." Rusek also shook his head:

"It's Waterfa."

"Wait."

Ethan inserted the spoon back into the ice cream box and asked:

"How did Johnston's lawyer know about these things, and what does Sims have to do with the mutilated Dr. Elliott?"

"Why did he kill Johnston?"

"This is a lawyer." Hank spread his hands and said, "As long as you have money, you can't do anything." ”

"Who knows what legal services she gave Johnston."

"That's right."

The others nodded their heads in agreement.

"As for Sims." Hank continued: "The most recent call on Johnston's phone, which has been verified, is Sims' number. ”

"The other two questions, we need to find the answers to in Simms."

"Okay, let's go."

Ethan eats the few remaining bites of ice cream, and the empty box draws a parabola and falls into the trash.

(End of chapter)