At the end of the interrogation, Hank and Olinsky return to the Chase room.

"There's good news and there's bad news."

Hank clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, "The good news is that the things we seized are all the dangerous goods that Danny was carrying. ”

"All the numbers, no problem."

"In other words, he can't do anything extremely dangerous now."

"Bad news." Hank continued, "His comrades don't know where Danny might be hiding, and we're going to keep working until we get Danny caught. ”

Erin stood up, spread her hands and said:

"He was exposed so quickly, he didn't have any identification, he had pictures at every checkpoint, and it was normal to not be able to escape Chicago."

"But we still have to be careful, he is like a trapped tiger now."

"That's right." Hank nodded:

"Beware of being bitten by him."

"Has the traffic surveillance video been brought back, have you found anything?"

"Just got it."

Russec poked his head out from behind the computer screen: "Preparing to check." ”

"Hurry up."

Hank put one hand in his pocket: "Everyone is working overtime tonight!" ”

With that, he turned and walked into the office.

Working in the intelligence group, overtime is the norm, not to mention that this is a case that has attracted the attention of the whole city, and everyone is busy.

After a moment of silence in the Chase room, Irene's voice sounded faintly:

"You say, what is that bastard doing?"

"Who knows." Rusek grabbed his hair, shook his head, and said, "Maybe it's busier than us." ”

The bastard in Erin's mouth, the busy guy in Rusek's mouth, is slowly opening his eyes.

Looking at the ceiling, Ethan blinked a few times, lifted the quilt, and stretched.

It's not good to sleep in the afternoon, and it's easy to get dizzy.

He walked over to the window and watched the winter scenery in the backyard bounce in place a few times, and his brother flew up and down.

After his body came to life, he put on a civilian dress and went downstairs.

The whole house was quiet and there was no sound.

After a day of tossing, Taylor and Belise are tired and resting, while Chloe of Kubi is already out of the house, and she still has to arrange things for the evening.

Ethan whistled and opened the refrigerator and took out three steaks that had been marinated in advance.

Western food also has the benefits of Western food, which is more convenient.

A few minutes of frying back and forth can make a meal, and although there is still dinner in the evening, Ethan is not sure if he will have a chance to eat by then.

Apples, kiwis, watermelons, and bananas were taken out of the refrigerator one after another.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the rhythmic sound of chopping and chopping, pouring sliced pieces of fruit into large glass bowls, squeezing salad dressings and pouring yogurt.

Colorful fruits put together are very beautiful.

Finally, he came out with a few more tomatoes and eggs, just cracked the eggshells, and through the transparent glass wall, he saw Taylor walking down the stairs in a white nightgown.

She looked sleepy-eyed, and the blindfold was pushed over her head.

Lazy, with a bit of cuteness.

"Ding, ding, ding."

The chopsticks hit the glass bowl and made a crisp sound from time to time.

"You know how to cook?"

Seeing Ethan holding two chopsticks and skillfully stirring the egg mixture, Taylor rubbed his eyes in surprise: "This is chopsticks, you can also cook Chinese food?" ”

She had just woken up, and when she spoke, she had a somewhat nasal voice.

It was already an excellent voice, but now it sounds, and my ears are tingling.

"Don't you know how to cook?"

Ethan shook a trace of salt into the egg mixture, withdrew his gaze, and continued to stir.

"Yes, I'm a great bake."

Taylor leaned against the door frame and quietly watched him busy: "I just didn't expect that you still have such a side, a gentle side." ”

Ethan was wearing an apron and looked like a family cook.

There is no such crazy and violent appearance at all.

Seeing his methodical appearance, the corners of Taylor's mouth curled slightly.

His stomach had become empty, and Ethan didn't have time to care about what the people behind him were thinking.

Stir the eggs, peel the tomatoes and cut them into hob pieces.

Grab another handful of noodles and throw them into a stainless steel pot with boiling water.

I washed my hands and was about to turn on the fire to stir-fry.

After thinking about it, he found a bag of white sugar on the cabinet next to him that had not been opened since he bought it, his taste was a little strange, and it was estimated that they were not used to eating it, so they had to make a separate one.

"Where's Belis?"

Ethan flipped the gas stove switch, and the flames sprang up from the stove, licking the wok with flames.

He turned around and picked up the bowl with the egg mixture:

"Wake her up, it'll be done in a few minutes."

Taylor curiously took a few steps closer and watched Ethan's hand move: "She's already up and will come down in a moment." ”

The peanut oil bought from Chinatown was turned around in the pan, and when the temperature was almost there, the egg liquid was poured in, and the temperature quickly allowed the egg liquid to solidify, and Ethan turned the wok to form a round cake.

"Ahh

Watching the omelet soar into the air, flip over, and land perfectly, Taylor couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

In her opinion, it's like performing acrobatics.

Fry for a while, then continue to churn until both sides are browned, and then the spatula will be stretched inside.

"Even-bought karma."

Taylor frowned and said, "What are you doing here, you were so beautiful just now." ”

The perfect quiche, with a few strokes, was shattered by Ethan.

"Shut up."

Ethan poured out the fried eggs: "When I cook, I don't like to be commanded. ”

"Then you can't go to Hell's Kitchen."

Having never tried someone to talk to him like this, Taylor thought he would be angry, his mouth opened open, and he just whispered a whisper.

"You mean the reality show?"

Ethan fried the tomatoes unhurriedly: "The chef who likes to stand next to the contestants, the mother who has been scolding like crazy? ”

"That's right."

Taylor nodded, imagining Ethan being scolded with a smug smile on his face.

"I'll knock him over with one punch."

Ethan put an end to her fantasy with a remark and set aside a sweet tomato scrambled egg.

"Violent maniac."

Taylor pouted, then saw Ethan repeat the operation again: "Didn't you just do this?" ”

"I don't like sweets."

Ethan poured light soy sauce and oil into the pot, smelling the familiar smell, and then nodded with satisfaction.

The two chatted for a while, and Taylor felt extremely calm in his heart, until Belice went downstairs to break the atmosphere.

Facing Taylor's glare, Belice spread her hands inexplicably.

Dinner was quickly prepared and served with the help of two guests.

The fried steak was covered with tin foil and set aside, and a plate of boiled noodles was placed in front of all three people.

"Welcome to my home."

Ethan looked left and right, and nodded his chopsticks: "Next, please start." ”

(End of chapter)