First to get rich, then to deliver to your door.

It's a double blessing.

What happened this morning made Ethan smile from ear to ear, whether Marx was dizzy or for some other purpose.

Since you're here, don't go.

At the gesture of his eyes, everyone in the Intelligence Group returned upstairs.

What happened next, was predictable.

Some people who don't want to be involved can go upstairs and see out of sight.

It's just that I didn't expect that Erin and Atwater didn't say a word, and they actually followed with their heads buried in their eyes, with such a ruthlessness in their eyes.

"That's right."

Marx, though a little weak-legged, grinned and demanded: "Until you catch Gregory, I need witness protection." ”

"Also, you have to help me intercede with the prosecutor."

"It's a must, or I won't say a word."

"Finally, I have to have written documentation to prove it, you know, out of an abundance of caution."

"Don't worry." Ethan patted him on the back:

"I know everything."

Pulling the garage door, walking down the small steps, and pushing with the palm of his hand, Marx staggered forward under the huge force, rolling into a landing gourd.

"Don't hit the head."

Ethan took out his cigarette, sat down at the table next to him, and patted the old phone book: "Use this, just don't show any injuries." ”

"Click."

The flames stirred the smoke and the white mist rose.

He shook his legs and watched as Erin and Atwater pounced on Marx with their phone books.

The next moment, the fist rained down.

"Don't."

"What do you bastards want to do?"

The screams rang out, and Marx crawled on the ground with his hands and feet, trying to escape desperately, but was grabbed by Atwater's ankle and pulled back, and punched him twice.

Antonio's words woke him up last night.

Hank is his own leader, and even if he wants to question it, it will not be his turn.

So in guilt, he decided to make his hands black, which can be regarded as an expression of apology for what he said last night.

As for Irene, like a tigress.

Hank was beaten, but it hurt in her heart, and it was Justin's unborn child who was threatened.

She kicked and kicked without mercy.

On the other side, Ethan, Hank, and Olinsky watched indifferently as Marx screamed.

A puff of smoke drifted over, causing Ethan to look to the side with a frown.

Olinsky also picked up a cigarette in his mouth.

The cigarette butts went out and puffed out.

The bad things he experienced didn't seem to end, and even worse, so much so that they directly broke Olinsky's vows.

"You better not smoke it."

Ethan flicked the cigarette ash and bit the cigarette butt: "Smoking is not good for your health, you have quit for so long, don't waste so much twisted candy you eat." ”

In the face of this persuasion, Olinsky turned a deaf ear.

As for Hank, he also knew what happened to the old man, this kind of thing is not easy to persuade anyone.

Simply, he didn't say a word.

Olinsky took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw it away in hatred, and rushed forward with his fists clenched.

At this time, he needed a punching bag.

Coincidentally, Marx took the initiative to send it to the door.

The three of them beat around one person, and this movement caused the smoke and dust on the ground to rise, which made Ethan breathtaking.

"That's it."

A cigarette time, Ethan flicked the cigarette butt off and drank to stop their movements.

Jumping off the table, he and Hank walked over.

Marx was completely messy at this time, and just now he could only protect his head to the death, and now his body hurts like pins and needles, and the feeling is penetrating to the bone.

With the exception of Atwater, the other two are veterans.

They know very well where they hit will not cause serious damage, and they can make people die in pain.

The fists and kicks finally stopped, and Marx lay on the ground like a fish thrown ashore, he could only gasp for breath, and he didn't dare to move too much, as long as he breathed heavily, his ribs stabbed for a while.

"How?"

Squatting next to him, Ethan sneered at Marx's face: "What other conditions, do you still need to intercede?" ”

"Documents, do you want to get you a copy?"

"No need." Marx's tears quietly slipped from the corners of his eyes: "There is no need for anything, just put me in prison." ”

"Whatever you want to ask, just ask."

Well, Ethan nodded.

Some people are just cheap bones, they don't beat them, and they don't know what their situation is.

"What made you turn yourself in?"

Ethan's first sentence is to satisfy his curiosity first.

"I've asked a friend."

Marx glanced at Hank, who was looking at him coldly, and his body was agitated: "I only know who kidnapped yesterday, and I know that there is no chance to escape, so I just turn myself in." ”

"It's better to go to prison for a few years than to be beaten to death by a strip."

This kid is quite clever.

At a critical time, he even figured it out, and Ethan didn't know whether to praise him for being smart or think he was stupid.

"Gregory?"

Hank walked forward slowly, a hoarse voice ringing out.

"I don't know where he is now, we were separated last night." Marx swallowed and said quickly, "But we agreed." ”

"It's three o'clock this afternoon, at North Wind Island Park."

"Gregorians will come and pick us up, and the two of us will take a boat to Canada together."

"I thought about it, but it still didn't feel right."

Marx sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "So I will turn myself in, rest assured, I did not consult Gregory about my surrender, and he will definitely appear there when the time comes." ”

A few people glanced at each other, but they didn't expect them to move quite fast.

If this guy hadn't turned himself in, maybe he would have been able to get them out, and he could only say that Hank's deeds had scared Marx.

Actually, Marx thought very clearly.

Now it's a robbery of a deputy commissioner, and if he wants to come back to Chicago in the future, he'll have to turn himself in honestly.

The money he grabbed was not enough for him to live in Canada for the rest of his life.

Hank immediately made up his mind, he stretched out his hand to Marx, and said in a hoarse voice:

"In the afternoon, you go to the Isle of the North Wind as originally planned."

"As long as you catch Gregory, everything is easy to say, if you lie to us and can't catch him, you will bear all the consequences yourself."

Marx had the heart to refuse, this kind of work was too unsafe.

But in the face of everyone's fierce eyes, he had no choice but to nod with difficulty.

"Bang."

Hank's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his foot like lightning and struck Marx hard.

"Fack!"

The latter snorted and bowed like a prawn.

(End of chapter)