"What do you mean?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and lit a cigarette.

He leaned back on the couch and slowly puffed out smoke.

I didn't expect the other party to be so direct.

As a pure gentleman, this kind of thing, of course, is brought, and there are hundreds of them in the space.

"You're a good guy."

Catherine turned her head, and under the high bridge of her nose, the little finch trembled slightly: "Looks, figure, and skills are all very good." ”

She pursed her lips and asked directly:

"If you don't mind, how about we learn our skills?"

"Sometimes, I'm a gentleman." Ethan bit down on his cigarette, spread his hands and said, "Of course I wouldn't refuse a beautiful lady, especially if she made a request that no one could refuse. ”

No way, thin-skinned people, that's it.

The corners of Catherine's mouth turned up slightly, and she stood up and ripped off her black vest, throwing it aside with her Colt pistol.

Ethan held out his fingers, their tips sliding over her flat lower abdomen.

A scar, slashed diagonally.

From the ribs all the way to the navel, it is hideous and at the same time, it is full of killing beauty.

This action made Catherine's lower abdomen rise and fall rapidly.

With a watery look in her eyes, she stepped on the couch, pinched Ethan's chin, and brought her delicate red lips up.

In this small safe house, I spent two days.

For the sake of safety, Catherine never left the apartment except to buy food, and Ethan never even came out of the door.

Fortunately, it was with the female agent to escape, if it was with the old black Jonathan.

Thinking of this, Ethan quickly shook his head.

"Two hundred."

Catherine sat cross-legged on Ethan's back, who was doing push-ups, her body rising and falling, up and down, terrifying muscles, emitting amazing heat, making her body sweat as well.

Ate and sleep, sleep and eat.

Ethan's abundant energy made Catherine cry out and couldn't resist.

In desperation, he could only do freehand fitness, and in order to increase the weight, he also asked the female agent to sit up.

"You call me fitness."

Ethan turned his head and looked at Catherine with a smile: "But why is my back getting wetter and wetter." ”

This female agent is made of water.

When I first found out, I was really surprised, rare, too rare.

"Smack!"

Catherine slapped Ethan on the back, sweat splashing.

"Be serious."

Her fingers scraped on the muscles in her back: "I need to rest, well, at least half an hour!" ”

The two chatted with each other and without a pair.

The attack and attack two days ago were as if nothing had happened to the two of them, and Catherine wished that time would go on until the day of her life.

This kind of comfortable and comfortable life is something she can encounter but cannot seek.

"Jingle bells."

The sudden ringing of the bell made Ethan's arm settle and pull Catherine out of her illusory emotions.

His bare feet fell steadily to the ground.

Catherine walked briskly to the table beside her, her energetic legs swinging with a hint of jump.

The ends of the ponytail swept across the sweat-stained back.

Hip swaying, a great view.

"Sir."

Catherine pressed her phone, and a crisp voice rang out.

"Two o'clock in the morning, assemble at this place." On the other side of the phone, Matt's cold voice rang: "It's confirmed, it's the inquisitor's people who found us, and we will take it back tonight with interest." ”

"Understood."

Catherine nodded, continuing to communicate with Matt about something else.

Behind him, Ethan's eyes flickered.

In the past two days, out of some careful thinking, he didn't tell Matt what he knew, but he also guessed Sophia's identity, and now Matt's words have completely confirmed the guess.

That cold woman is the only daughter of the Blanco family.

That is, she is the Inquisitor's.

Thinking of this, Ethan stood up and scratched his head, his face strange.

No wonder when she left that morning, Sophia said that her life was not something she could get involved in, and it wasn't a lie, the only daughter of the Duxiao family, if ordinary people dared to touch it, they didn't know how to die.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I said goodbye that morning, I walked on the hostile road.

Ethan sighed and shook his head, it was originally hostile, and the experience of that night could not change anything.

"What are you thinking?"

Catherine put her phone down, licked her lips, and walked over to Ethan: "At two o'clock in the morning, we still have six hours. ”

"How about a four-hour break?"

"As you wish."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, and he made sense of it, smiling as he clasped his legs across his chest.

When the time comes, you'll know what to do.

1:50 a.m.

The taxi stopped, and two people, a man and a woman, got out of the car and walked forward with vigorous steps.

Turn the corner and come to the back of a Ford van.

"Bumper."

A few rhythmic taps of fingers on the tailgate sounded like some kind of code.

The tailgate opened, and the two quickly got into the car.

"Hey."

Ethan sat down in the seats on either side of the carriage and punched several people inside, including Phillips, Matt, and Jonathan.

Their expressions were serious, and their faces were serious.

"Drive."

Matt and the two of them slapped the driver's seat after each fist bump.

"Okay."

Sandro in front turned around and started the vehicle.

I haven't seen each other for two days, and everyone has not changed much, but they are much more murderous.

"In another half an hour."

Matt looked at his watch and said in a muffled voice, "The rest of us will launch an attack on all the Blanco family's businesses, business channels, and partners in Medellin. ”

"The intensity of the attack, it won't be too big."

He looked around at the crowd, bit on his cigar, and said, "But it's enough for the Blanco family to send people over." ”

"We're going to attack their jungle factory at this time."

A thin slit opened in the window, blowing away the smoke from the cigar, and Matt continued, "If the Inquisitor is in the Jungle Factory, it would be better if we killed him all with that. ”

"Even if he doesn't, when this happens, he'll be angry and crazy."

"Definitely, it will be on a private estate"

"He'll take revenge on all possible opponents where he thinks it's safe."

"When the time comes." Matt pointed his cigar firmly against the ground:

"It's our chance."

"I have a question." Jonathan scratched the black face and raised his arm:

"Then isn't his manor guard more tighter?"

"That's not what we're afraid of." Matt shook his head and took a sharp puff on his cigar: "The only thing we have to worry about is not finding anyone else. ”

Actually, there is another reason.

Ethan glanced at Sandro in the driver's seat, and this time he still helped him clear out his competitors, which was like a rabbit in the grass.

The so-called other people are Sandro's men.

This time, everyone helped each other. (End of chapter)