The place Frank was talking about was also in the South End.

Karen and Veronica also went along, but the former was afraid to drive his own car when it came to gang members.

Compared to that over there, the street where she lives is safe.

Bumping, bumping, that's all trivial.

If the new car is robbed, she really wants to cry without tears.

So a large group of people all crowded into Cadillac, but fortunately the car was big enough to sit down.

Step on the gas pedal and after a few minutes, come to the place.

On the streets, there is garbage everywhere.

Roadside street vendors gather in groups, and some of them are staggering and walking like the walking dead.

A pair of sneakers, hanging high on a telephone pole.

Cadillac stopped near the side of the road, Ethan flicked the handbrake, and looked back at Karen, who was sitting at the back: "There's a black box behind you, like a briefcase, help me get it." ”

"No problem."

Karen hurriedly turned around and cocked her little buttocks.

The box was in the back, very conspicuous, but she couldn't pick it up with one hand.

Seeing this, Veronica also hurried to help.

The long box was passed all the way to the driver's seat and delivered to Ethan.

Under the curious gaze of the crowd, he pressed the code.

"Sss

The box was opened, and the person who saw the contents gasped.

It contained spare firearms.

An AR15, a Remington shotgun, and two Glocks, with several loaded magazines nested in the foam next to them.

Carl's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw these things.

After thinking about it, he handed the shotgun to Fiona, and then took out the Glock and handed it to Veronica:

"It's for you to defend yourself."

Ethan wanted to demonstrate how to shoot, and both men waved their hands to indicate that they knew and that they didn't need to be taught.

Yes, this is the United States, and it's the Southern Side.

There are really not many people who can't shoot.

"Aren't you going to call your colleagues along?" Fiona nervously grasped the shotgun and looked at the street vendors not far away, "Just a few of us?" ”

"Nope."

Ethan glanced in the rearview mirror: "Just me and Lip, you are all waiting in the car." ”

"Guns are for your self-defense."

"There's no need, don't shoot, understand?"

Looking at Fiona, who was sitting in the passenger seat, Ethan lit the switch of the siren and lights: "If someone approaches with bad intentions, you turn on the lights." ”

"If it doesn't work, just sound the siren."

Not to mention getting closer, as long as these two things sound at the same time, the effect is like a street tiger, ensuring that the street vendors are desperately fleeing.

If it was a patrol car, those traffickers would not be so afraid.

The most afraid is this kind of vehicle with hidden police lights, and there is no one in it to provoke.

"Can you do it on your own?"

Veronica looked a little flustered, and she hurriedly reminded: "These people are GD's." ”

"Or, call someone, right?"

"That's right."

Fiona nodded her head as well.

I thought Ethan would call a large group of colleagues over, but I didn't expect to plan to go there alone, well, at this time, they acquiesced that Lip would not work.

"Don't worry." Ethan pinched Fiona's face:

"I'm a professional in this regard."

"Just wait, come back soon, don't get out of the car, don't do stupid things."

With that, he pushed the door open.

Lip didn't know what role he could play, but he didn't hesitate to get out of the car.

That's his own brother, he can't do the thing of a turtle with a shrunken head.

Ethan walked towards the apartment building in front of him, patted his body indiscriminately with his palm, put away the police badge and gun, and put $10,000 on his body.

These people are nothing more than seeking wealth.

In fact, things are very simple, not so complicated, and it is easy to solve as long as you have money.

Save Liam with money first, and the next thing depends on your mood, what GD is not GD, an old GD I met last time, what is the name of the priest, is still squatting in prison.

"Do you have any plans?"

Lip quickened a few steps to keep up with Ethan's movements.

As the best brained person in the Gallagher family, he is used to thinking of good solutions before doing things, and he doesn't like to solve things like a reckless man.

In his opinion, Ethan should want to use his identity.

It's just that forcing those guys to release people like this doesn't know if it's useful, and even if it's useful, I'm afraid that others will retaliate afterwards.

For a moment, he had some headaches.

The clenched fist tightened again, and he only hated that he hadn't punched Frank a few more times just now.

"Plan?"

Ethan turned his head sideways and glanced at Lip.

Although this curly-haired little brother was born in the Southern District, he usually does things in the west, but after all, he rarely faces this kind of old gang members, and he looks a little flustered.

"The plan is for you to do my bidding."

Ethan patted Lip on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "You're already a man, and you're ready to go to college. ”

"There are some things that you have to take responsibility for."

Lip usually hated being lectured to him the most, but now he was silent, just listening quietly.

"How so?"

Ethan let go of his hand and continued: "Your sister is a woman after all, although she is very strong, she is still a woman. ”

"So, sometimes."

"Frank will beat you if he deserves it, and you have to protect the family together."

"He's the kind of person, you have to clean him up."

I thought that the other party would say a lot of high-sounding words, but I didn't expect the conversation to take a big turn, making Lip's footsteps messy.

"You're right."

Lip gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

This kind of preaching seems to sound quite pleasing to the ear.

The two of them walked up the staircase, the floor was littered with needles and toilet paper, and there was a musty stench in the air.

The sound of deafening music echoed in the hallway.

Coming to the third floor, the pace of the two slowed down, and a few old blacks sat in the corridor chatting and farting, with a tape recorder next to them.

The pistol, just so clearly stuck in the waist.

"Yo."

One of the flower turbans stood up, his eyes slanted: "What are you two white boys doing here, come, lend me some pocket money." ”

His eyes were stunned, and he looked a little fierce.

Lip swallowed and looked at Ethan, waiting for the other to speak.

"I'm looking for matches."

Ethan continued to walk up unhurriedly, spread his hands and said, "What, are you welcoming guests like this?" ”

Match is the nickname of the man who kidnapped Liam.

Of course, it is impossible for these people to come out with their real names, they don't have a nickname, and they will lose their share when they say it.

"You're a good white boy."

Flower Turban pointed at Ethan with a cigarette in his mouth, and grinned, "Guts, I hate white people who run away in fear when they see Nigo." ”

"How."

He glared at Lip viciously again, "Are you so afraid that Nigo will steal your things?" ”

"No, it won't."

Lip flashed his palms and forced himself to calm down: "Man, I'm also on the South Side, just down the street nearby. ”

"Okay."

The flower turban's face softened, and two puffs of smoke erupted from his nostrils: "What are you looking for matches?" ”

As they spoke, a few flower turbans glanced at them and continued to play cards.

The face is all nonchalant.

These people are regular soldiers, not ordinary street gangsters.

"Ransom."

Ethan patted his chest and said calmly: "Money, we brought it." ”

"Oh?"

Hua Turban thought of something, and hurriedly beckoned: "Come up." ”

There is money to collect, a good thing.

Lip followed Ethan's footsteps and walked up the third-floor hallway.

The flower turban slapped Ethan and Lip on their bodies to make sure they weren't carrying any weapons before leading the two to the end of the hallway.

When I came here, the music wasn't that loud.

"Knock knock."

The flower turban slammed the door hard: "Hey, match, someone has come to ransom that little Nigo." ”

Inside the room, footsteps sounded.

The door slammed open, and a tall, bald old black man appeared in front of him.

The upper body is bare, and the muscles are exceptionally developed.

I don't know, how did he get the nickname match.

Ethan also couldn't figure out how brain-dead Frank was to make a bet with this man.

"Shut your foul mouth."

The bald old black, that is, the match, looked at the flower turban angrily: "I said, be quiet, you will scare children like this." ”

"I'm sorry."

The flower turban raised her hand in apology.

"Come in."

Match glanced at Ethan, turned and walked back.

There were many images of Liam being tied up, put in a dog cage, or crying inarticulately.

But when he walked into the apartment, Lip licked his lips.

Several old blacks with guns pinned to their waists were surrounding Liam, and a group of them were in front of the TV, watching cartoons inside, laughing along with Liam.

Liam, on the other hand, also got a new set of clothes.

On his mouth, he has a baby bottle in his mouth.

He was standing in a brand-new stroller, happily flapping his little hands.

This picture made Lip a little overwhelmed.

Ethan looked at the bald old black, but he didn't expect that these people actually took good care of Liam and bought him so many things.

"Where's the money?"

The match wiped his bald head and sat down at a small table next to him.

One yard is one yard, and the money is still needed.

The guy stared at Ethan fiercely, and with only two people coming, it was easy to tell who was the one with the right to speak.

Ethan walked over and pulled out a chair and sat down.

Under the gaze of the other party, he slowly reached into his thin coat and pulled out a wad of hundred-dollar bills.

"Smack."

The banknote was thrown in his hand and fell on the table.

Lip was still a little flustered, and he didn't know how Ethan planned to negotiate, but he didn't expect to throw money directly.

"Crisp enough."

Match unceremoniously grabbed the money, counted it randomly, and stuffed it into his pocket with white teeth: "Okay, you guys take people away." ”

"Please."

"No, we're having fun."

Hearing his words, several old blacks next to him protested.

All day long, they are faced with strong men who are five big and three thick, and it is rare to have a cute baby, and they have a good time.

"It's the rule."

Match threw a cigarette into his mouth and turned back dissatisfied.

In the midst of his eyes, one of the old blacks muttered as he picked up Liam and handed it to Lip, not forgetting to bring everything he had bought for the child, toys, diapers, clothes, and the like.

Holding Liam in his arms, Lip breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked nervously at Ethan, now he just wanted to get out of this place quickly.

"You go first."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and instructed Lip, "I have a few words to talk about with this friend, and I'll go down in a moment." ”

"Huh?"

Lip was stunned for a moment, but remembered what Ethan had just said, nodded and hugged Liam and walked away quickly.

"You're not convinced?"

The match flicked the cigarette ash off, and he looked at the little white face in front of him with a stunned look: "To be a man, you have to recognize your own situation, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go?" ”

"Click."

The door to the room inside opened, and an old black man who walked like a crab walked out.

Inside the room, several black pearls were lying on the bed.

This old black looks unpleasant, and the slightly familiar face makes Ethan stop what he wants to say, and his eyes blink a few times, this person seems to have seen somewhere.

The other party also looked at him blankly.

After a flash of doubt in his eyes, his eyes became shocked.

Body, obviously, shuddered.

The old black swallowed his saliva and walked over slowly.

This person, know himself.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, and his palms were secretly placed on his legs, ready to explode at any moment.

"Yo."

As the old black man approached, the others got up to greet him, and even the match stood up to make way for the other party.

Old Black sat down opposite Ethan with a gloomy face.

"Sir."

He hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth: "We don't have anything to offend you, if you want to find something, I can help you think of a way." ”

As soon as these words came out, the jaws of several other old blacks dropped.

They looked at Ethan blankly, not understanding why their boss, an old GD, would say such a thing to this little white face.

"You know me?"

Ethan didn't let his guard down, and asked curiously, "I see that you are also a little familiar." ”

"Of course." The old black nodded.

He grabbed the cigarette case on the table, took one out and handed it to Ethan, "I used to mess with Pastor Mike, and I dealt with you at the church. ”

Pastor Mike, The Counterfeit Case.

Ethan instantly recalled that the old black in front of him was still threatened by himself pinching his face.

In this way, they are still acquaintances.

"Thank you."

He waved his hand and refused: "I don't smoke." ”

The devil knows what was added to the cigarettes of these people.

The old black didn't mind, he swallowed his saliva and put the cigarette in his mouth: "Listen, I don't know what you're here for, and I don't want to know." ”

"I know who you are, and I don't want to offend you."

"Everybody's eating together, if you need any help, just ask."

Yo, that's the way it is.

And he didn't specify his identity, it seems that he wanted to save a little face for him.

After all, admitting in front of the police will frustrate his reputation.

Looking at his pleading eyes, Ethan grinned happily.

(End of chapter)