Back home, Ethan motioned for them to pick their own room.

Everyone is a young man in his twenties, and they work together every day, and they are not so poor and exquisite.

Both of them came here for the second time, and the novelty had not yet subsided, leaving them to wander around, and Ethan walked to the negative floor alone.

When he came to the fitness area, he stopped.

It turned out that in this location, there was also a room for storing miscellaneous items.

It's not big, it's almost ten square meters.

Now the room is gone, a white wall, and on the surface, nothing is out of the ordinary.

Noticing that the two points of light were on them, Ethan pressed lightly to a specific position on the wall, and a palm-sized piece of wall skin was leaned inside, and an electronic lock popped out.

Pupil scan, then enter your password.

"Poof."

A wall in front of you, open inside.

The lights inside lit up one by one, illuminating the otherwise dark safe as if it were day.

Despite the well-ventilated system, the smell of dollar bills gushes out, making people feel refreshed when they smell it.

On the shelves on the left, there are dense banknotes, stacked on top of each other.

There are also six suitcases neatly placed on the ground, and in this safe, nearly 35 million cash is put into it, and it is no exaggeration to say that the cash flow of many medium-sized companies is not as good as Ethan's horror.

This is a veritable cash flow.

And Ethan didn't bother to calculate the specific number of them, so he didn't have the heart to count them one by one.

Even with a money counter, the workload is too much.

After returning from New York, Ethan found a top safe company.

Adding money and expediting, it took more than half a month to install this vault for myself, up and down, left and right, all composed of alloy walls, plus Jabber's security system.

Not to mention foolproof, it is difficult to snatch the money from it until others kill themselves.

No way, there's only so much space.

If you don't get a safe to free up your money, there's no room for anything else.

"Bumper."

Ethan slapped the green money pile a few times, then grabbed five piles and stuffed them into his pocket.

If you don't entertain and entertain, how can you spend all this money.

With a snap of his teeth, he left the safe in annoyance and headed upstairs.

"Yo, I told you where you went."

Russec saw Ethan coming up the stairs and slumped comfortably onto the couch: "How do you get the party, do you need me to call a few girls over?" ”

"Don't worry."

He winked at Ethan and smiled, "The figure and appearance are very good." ”

"Jay."

Ethan took out three bottles of beer from the refrigerator in the living room and threw them out to each of them: "Let's make a bet, how long will Rusek's marriage last?" ”

"Thank you."

Horstead took the beer and snapped the tab: "I doubt very much that he will make it until the time of marriage." ”

"Hahaha!"

This sentence made Ethan laugh.

"How?" Rusek waved his phone indifferently and asked with a serious face: "Private courtyard party, there will really be a lot of girls willing to come." ”

In private, he's just a joker.

Therefore, what Horstead said just now was not the slightest lethal to him.

"Your people, next time."

Ethan waved his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The person I called, ready to arrive." ”

"And." He looked at Horstead with a wicked smile, "Tonight, I'd like to see how good you can play." ”

A few minutes later, Jenny from the party company arrived with an extended courtesy car.

More than a dozen warblers and swallows appeared.

Alcohol, music, bikinis.

Small buttocks, big long legs, vivid color.

In the excited cheers of Rusek, the carnival of pillow battles began in the entire villa.

At first, Horsted was able to withstand it.

Until he saw five or six naked girls carrying pillows and chasing Ethan, he was completely stunned, carrying a bottle of red wine, and hiding in the room in panic in the white fluff in the sky.

His move couldn't escape the eyes of others, and he was quickly broken in by two girls laughing.

The sounds of begging for mercy rang out one after another.

The next morning, Ethan opened his eyes in good spirits.

After a few hours of rest, the whole person recovered and vented the mental pressure caused by yesterday's bomb incident.

On the body, the pink legs and jade arms are entangled.

He stood up, arms raised, stretched, joints crackled.

On the oversized bed, he stood in the middle.

Seven or eight white girls were cuddling to each other and were snoozing and sleeping, all with satisfied smiles on their faces.

This scene reminded him of a movie he had watched.

What a futon.

Thinking of this, Ethan laughed, lay down and rolled, falling into a piece of softness.

Odori room.

Erin looked at Rusek with a puzzled look.

In just an hour, this guy has gone to pick up coffee for the third time, and he yawns so loudly that his legs tremble a little when he walks.

Opposite him, Horstead was like him.

Both of them were wearing black circles that looked like they were severely sleep-deprived.

But the bastard in the office was in good spirits, with his legs resting on his desk and whistling comfortably.

"Smack."

She crumpled a ball of paper and smashed it into Horstead's head:

"What did you do last night?"

"Nothing." Horstead looked up sharply and said with a forced smile, "Just drinking, you know, the sheriff's drinking, he grabbed the two of us." ”

Last night, he was stunned for a long time, and dispelled the thoughts of the two women.

After getting both of them drunk, he secretly found another room to rest, and he said that he was just drinking, which was not wrong.

What happened last night was too subversive of his worldview.

He doesn't comment on Ethan and Rusek's behavior, but he can't do it himself.

How to put it, it can be regarded as non-interference.

"Okay." Erin shrugged: "People who don't know, think you're fooling around somewhere." ”

"Bang."

Rusek slammed into the corner of the table and sat down with bared teeth: "I'm sorry, I'm fine." ”

"Yo."

Atwater twisted his coat and ran upstairs, he looked at the crowd and shook his head and said, "The patrol reported that the car, I went to see it, and the car matches Erin's description last night." ”

He spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"It's just a pity that the SUV was burned and didn't leave any useful news."

"Huh." Ethan waved the ballpoint pen in his hand, kicked his foot hard, moved his office chair to the side, and said to Atwater through the door:

"At the scene of the crime last night, as well as today's car dumping scene, the surrounding monitoring must be all checked."

"Whoever dares to do something to us, we will send him to where he should go!"

"No problem."

Atauwater replied with a gesture received, and he fist-cuffed with Rusek, took a sip of coffee, sat down, and followed the others busy.

Ethan returned to his desk and continued to fill out yesterday's report.

"Bumper."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Boss."

Nadia stood at the doorway and asked in a low voice, "There's a man named Phillips down there, do you need him to come up?" ”

"Okay, let him come up."

Ethan patted his head, but forgot about it.

"No problem."

Nadia nodded and returned to her seat.

She pressed the newly installed switch, and the iron gate below opened.

Tossing the report aside, Ethan walked briskly out of the office and met Phillips at the top of the staircase, where he was joined by a white man in cargo pants and a gray shirt.

This white man is dressed in a funny way, with a pair of black flip-flops on his feet.

The face is resolute, but it exudes such a sense of cynicism.

"Welcome to Chicago."

After glancing at the man and retracting his gaze, Ethan held out his hand to Phillips, "Sorry, I forgot to call you because I had something to do." ”

"It's okay, I've just arrived."

After Phillips shook his hand, he patted the white man next to him on the shoulder:

"This is my friend, Matt."

(End of chapter)