"Okay!"

Ethan clicked on his cigarette and waved at Hank, "Come on, let me sit down and see what sheriff is like." ”

"No problem."

Hank immediately put his feet down and stood up.

His crisp appearance made Ethan's heart beat a drum:

"You're not kidding?"

"I rarely joke." Hank patted the back of his chair and said in a deep voice, "Especially when it comes to this kind of thing. ”

"Alright." Ethan raised his hand to disperse the smoke that came out:

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Suddenly came to such a situation, and I was confused.

Hank smiled and pulled out his chair and sat down.

"Last time I was in New York." He put his hands on the table and asked seriously, "Did Phillips recruit you?" ”

"Smack."

Ethan slapped his forehead: "Those two big mouths." ”

"So it's because of this."

He bit down on his cigarette and said, "Don't worry, I turned him down right away, and I was happy in Chicago." ”

"That's one of the triggers." Hank knocked on the table:

"I'll just make it clear, Bildon is dead, and there has been no one in charge of his department."

"The bureau wants to promote me to the head of the sub-bureau and the head of the violent crime unit, mainly responsible for directing the operations of the intelligence team and the violent crime team, and the mess over there needs to be cleaned up."

Both a promotion and a salary increase.

And he is the sub-chief in charge of the operation, and his power has also risen.

It's a great thing, but Ethan can't figure out what it has to do with him.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Hank went on to explain:

"For the sake of balance, if I promise to come down, it is impossible for me to continue to hold the position of head of this intelligence team, which will make many people unable to sleep."

"And after the last Taylor concert, you entered the high-level vision."

"I went to New York to bring Hector back, firstly, I made a great contribution and made the police department's face shine, and secondly, the FBI over there gave you a high evaluation, which is also the scope of comprehensive consideration."

Hank lit himself a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said:

"In addition, after you arrived in Chicago, many people can see the results you have made."

"So on the recommendation of me and Chief Perry, the police department top brass decided to promote you to sergeant and take over the head of the Intelligence Unit."

Sergeant, Intelligence Unit.

Ethan grabbed the cigarette's hand and scraped his cheek.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Of course, it also depends on your wishes." Hank's tone was a little excited, and he continued:

"These words are just for you."

"I can rest assured that the intelligence team will be handed over to you, everyone is their own person, and the operation of the 21st Sub-Bureau in the future will basically be our final say."

This is simply nonsense, Hank went to take the position of the chief of operations and doubled as a violent crime unit.

On the BFI side, it took over by itself.

The two powerful departments of the 21st Sub-Bureau can be said to be pinched in their hands.

"It's not appropriate." Ethan reached for the ashtray, and the cigarette butt gently crushed on it: "I've only been here for less than a year, and I've been promoted to sergeant?" ”

"Besides, I don't like to play politics."

"Also, Antonio will have an idea, right?"

Erin, Orlinsky, Horstead, Russec and Atwater are not considered.

Olinsky's qualifications are sufficient, but he is only a Buddhist pensioner.

He was never interested in these power struggles.

But Antonio has a lot of seniority and is also in the prime of life, so he asked him to be a young man in his twenties, and I don't know if he will have ideas.

That's right, Ethan was moved.

When he asks if Antonio has an idea, Hank knows he's moved.

"It's appropriate or not, the higher-ups have the final say, as long as you have the ability, it's not a big deal to promote you to be a sheriff." Hank smiled and took off his silver badge and threw it on the table:

"I'm still your boss, I'm the head of the violent crime team, who will play politics with you?"

"As for Antonio, he will officially go to work tomorrow, I will talk to him and I believe he can understand."

"Ding, ding, ding." Hank's nails tapped lightly on the police badge: "Of course, I also have selfish intentions, if my police badge is changed to gold, it should look good." ”

"Inspector?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

If you are still a sheriff, the police badge cannot be replaced with gold.

But also, it's all sub-chiefs, and he still has the title of sheriff, so he can't say anything.

"That's right."

Hank nodded, repeating Ethan's words, "It's the Inspector." ”

"You can go back and think about it."

He looked at his watch and said in a deep voice: "I just said hello to you in advance, and give me an answer tomorrow, if you have no comments, the corresponding process will be started." ”

"Think about it."

Ethan scratched his head and stood up.

It's good to be in charge of a department, although he said that he was still doing the same work as before, but after all, he had a few more subordinates.

After thinking about it, there was something dark in my heart.

"Fake."

When he got to the door, he stopped and looked back at Hank: "Tell Director Perry that I'll take this matter." ”

If it's cool, let's do it.

Thinking about so many and not, hesitation is not my own character.

"No problem." Hank crossed his legs again and gave him a thumbs up: "I'll contact him now, according to the process, you will change into formal clothes when you arrive at the police station tomorrow, and we need to go to the interview of the higher-ups." ”

"Don't worry, it's just going through the motions."

Ethan nodded and walked out of the sheriff's office with a sigh, and in less than a year, this place was about to become its own department.

At this time, the Chase Room was empty.

He also delayed some time because of checking the news.

Others, already off work.

"Buzz."

I had just picked up my thin coat and was about to go home when I received a text message on my phone.

"Reality night, junk food night, do you want to come along?" The message was accompanied by a photograph of a large paper bag with a large yellow M logo on the table.

"No problem."

Ethan replied with a text message and walked downstairs with the key.

Getting in the car, he went to the drive-in restaurant to buy a large bucket of fried chicken, and then went straight to Gallagher's house.

The last time Frank was being collected for a debt, it ended with him playing dead.

I have to say that when it comes to escaping debts and all kinds of cheating, that guy is an absolute genius.

As soon as I pushed the car door, I heard a burst of laughter.

"Survivor Preparation !!"

Carl's cheers rang out through the window.

"Yo."

Ethan strode up the steps, unscrewed the door and walked in, "Aren't you waiting for me to start?" ”

On the couch, Fiona, Veronica, and Kevin sat together, leaving an empty spot next to them, while Carl was holding Liam on the single couch.

"Hey, Ethan."

A group of people greeted him one after another: "Hurry up, it's already started." ”

On TV, a survivor reality show is staged.

Coolly dressed contestants are fighting for a million-dollar prize.

On the table in the middle, there are a dozen burgers and a large pile of fries.

"Fried chicken."

Ethan lifted the oversized bucket of fried chicken behind his back, causing a burst of cheers.

Sometimes he likes to come to the Gallagher house for this reason, a little happiness can make them very happy, as long as Frank's bastard doesn't mess around, it's always fun here.

"Here, beer."

Ian walked over with a couple of beers, handed Ethan a bottle, and then took the chicken keg.

Lip in the back shook his hands, and the large bottle of fat house happy water bubbled.

"Thank you."

Ethan took the beer and walked behind the couch.

He put his arm around Fiona's chin and kissed her hard, causing a wolf howl.

"There's a room upstairs."

Karl grabbed a chicken wing, rolled his eyes and said, "But let's wait until you're done eating, don't be in such a hurry." ”

"Haha."

Fiona laughed, grabbed a cushion and threw it at Carl.

This guy is a big ghost.

Ethan lifted the lid of the beer and sat comfortably on the couch, without having to take anything, a fried chicken thigh, chicken wings, and burger for a while, and kept receiving feeds from Fiona.

"You feed him so well, be careful that you can't stand it at night."

Seeing this, Veronica and Fiona bit their ears.

The two of them can be said to have nothing to talk about, and the matter of the bed is naturally no exception, and Veronica also knows that Ethan's combat effectiveness is extraordinary.

"Fakyu."

Fiona scratched Veronica's waist vigorously, and the latter was not to be outdone.

The two women laughed and made a fuss on the couch.

Ethan and Kevin hurriedly intervened to quickly control them, and then the farce stopped.

Night is falling, and the competition on TV is fierce.

Just as everyone was cheering for the contestants, a muffled bang caught the attention of all of them, and the people in the living room turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction of the door.

Ethan let go of his hand on the handle of the gun and breathed a sigh of relief.

Debbie, dressed in pink, was standing next to the staircase, and she was shaking the door.

The little girl's two little hands twisted vigorously with each other's expressions.

"Debbie."

Fiona put down the beer bottle and quickly asked, "Didn't you go to Sheila's house to play?" ”

"What happened?"

"Is Frank drunk again?" Lip stood up from the carpet with a familiar expression.

"Don't be afraid." Ian wiped his mouth and held out his hands to Debbie:

"Come here, remember, the next time you meet Frank when he is drunk, just ignore him, there's no need to feel sorry for him."

"Why?"

Debbie pursed her lips and said with a hint of anger, "Why do you blame Frank every time something happens?" ”

"There's a guy who's worse than him."

"No matter how bad Frank is, he is always there for us."

Hearing her words, Fiona abruptly stood up from the couch: "Did you see her, where is she?" ”

"Who?"

Ethan asked curiously.

Fiona waved her hand back and looked at Debbie fixedly, "Don't be in a daze, talk." ”

"Hmm."

Debbie nodded silently: "Monica, it's Sheila's house." ”

The happy atmosphere just now was gone, and the few gallaghers on the scene all sat in a daze, not knowing how to react.

"Monica?"

Ethan asked Veronica silently.

The latter likewise replied with a lip shape: "Their mother." ”

Ethan finally understood why they were the way they were, and it was not surprising that they reacted in the face of such a loved one who ruthlessly abandoned them and ran away without a trace.

"Can you send us there?" Fiona looked at Ethan.

There are some things she needs to ask clearly, she has endured too much over the years, and at least she needs to get an apology instead of letting Monica leave quietly again.

"Absolutely."

Ethan grabbed his car keys and headed outside.

The people behind followed and swooped into the Ford Interceptor.

Even Veronica and Kevin squeezed into the car, looking like they weren't too big to see the excitement, but in fact, they weren't far from Sheila's house, just two or three streets, and Fiona was only thinking about the sooner the better.

Pulling a carload of people, he drove to Sheila's house with one foot on the accelerator.

The car was eerily quiet, and even Carl, who liked to make noise in his car the most, sat quietly.

In less than a minute, I arrived at Sheila's house.

On the side of the street, a tall truck was parked, and the long compartment looked like a vehicle that specializes in long-distance travel.

Everyone ran up the stairs together, knocking on the wooden door.

Seeing them rushing in, Ethan leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette, the smoke drifting with the night wind.

"Aren't you going to go in?"

An immature voice sounded next to him, Ethan turned his head and found that it was Karen Jackson, who was actually not immature even at her age, she should be in her early seventeens.

looks petite, but like Lip, he is about to graduate from high school.

"Blow the wind."

Ethan raised his hand and gestured for the cigarette in his hand.

"Can you get me one?"

Karen was wearing a set of light yellow home clothes, and walked over with her hands on her chest, and the little pigeon was very white and tender.

"Absolutely."

Ethan handed the cigarette case along with the lighter, and it was better to smoke a cigarette than a leaf.

"Click."

Karen lit her cigarette unusually skillfully, and spat out the gray-white smoke from her small mouth: "I've always thought my father was bad enough, but compared to Lip's parents, he was a saint. ”

Smiling, Ethan took the lighter.

Karen's fingertips scraped a few times in her palm.

The movements are jerky, like the feeling of just learning but not being able to use them proficiently.

The meaning of teasing is already very obvious, and Ethan is also puzzled, why does this little girl always look like she wants to eat herself.

And she is Lip's girlfriend and knows that she has a relationship with Fiona.

I don't know why she is like this.

Since you think of it, you have to ask it, anyway, there is no one else here, so don't worry about anything.

"I see what you mean."

Ethan glanced at the zipper notch on her dress, shrugged her shoulders and asked, "But why, you're playing with fire." ”

Karen approached Ethan, and the smell of male hormones fascinated her.

Lip was just a little boy by comparison.

"I don't know."

Karen bit her lip and said, "Just like those people who suck alone, I can't control myself in this regard." ”

"I just know what kind of feeling I need."

Grand Chapter

(End of chapter)