Twenty-one sub-bureaus.

Front door.

Ethan and Antonio stood on the steps, and the old god was smoking a cigarette on the ground.

Others, too, want to follow.

It is extremely rare for someone to escape from them like this, so everyone in the Intelligence Group is very interested in meeting Layla and taking a good look at this woman.

However, they were all reprimanded by Ethan.

At this time, the more people come down, the more they will give each other a long face.

Ethan slowly puffed out the smoke and squinted in the sun, trying to see what Layla was trying to do, and if it was a mess, he would make her regret her decision.

Before a cigarette was finished, the black Mercedes turned the corner and drove slowly.

Behind, followed by a Ford.

The person driving the car was Atwater, and he could be seen from afar with a depressed face.

The Mercedes stops, and the rear door opens.

Stepping on the ground with high-heeled boots, Layla bent over and stepped out of the car, the Latin woman donning an army green jacket that looked different.

A pair of eyes, charming as silk.

She looked at the two people standing on the steps, and a small smile hung on her lips.

Holding something in his hand, he walked over with his hips crossed.

"Click, click."

The soles of the boots pounded on the pavement with a crisp sound.

"Antonio." Layla stopped and stood in front of the two of them.

She smiled and lifted her head.

The two men standing on the steps looked at her condescendingly, their eyes were excellent, and they easily penetrated through the V-neck, their wheat-colored skin was full of radiance, and the scenery was not ordinarily beautiful.

After a few seconds of silence, Layla couldn't bear the forced gaze of the two and tightened her clothes:

"Good afternoon, two officers."

"Hmm."

Ethan nodded and looked at the femme fatale with appreciation: "Would you like to go up for a cup of coffee?" ”

This is a smart man, and he likes smart people.

"Nope." Layla shook her head slowly.

"Why?" Antonio clasped his hands to his chest and sneered: "Are you afraid of meeting your old friend? ”

"I'm sorry." Layla didn't care, she chuckled, "Ever since Rosslyn took me to the Red Bridge Club, I realized that I don't have any friends in this world. ”

"You can only rely on yourself."

She handed over the document in her hand and placed it in front of Ethan, "I'm sorry for the trouble. ”

"These are my call logs, as well as my credit card records."

"I didn't mean anything else, I just thought you might be able to use it, so I prepared it for you in advance."

"I'll apologize to you for something."

Layla lifted her chin, she closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the sun falling on her face: "All this is just a weak woman who wants to enjoy the sun quietly." ”

Taking the file, Ethan slapped it in his hand.

Don't say a word, just tear it up.

"I don't know, what's next for you?" Ethan grabbed the waste paper in his hand and asked with a smile, "Mrs. Roslyn?" ”

"Just call me Layla."

Layla opened her eyes, and her eyes became much clearer: "Florida, plane in three hours." ”

"I heard that the sun is good there."

"Okay." Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "I wish you a happy life." ”

Not only smart, but also very alert.

This woman deserves her money, and Ethan also dispelled the idea of black eating black.

"Thank you." Layla shook Ethan's hand and looked at Antonio again, "Big man, don't you have anything to say to me?" ”

Antonio kept a straight face, not the slightest meaning to speak.

Seeing this, Layla laughed out with silver teeth.

She stepped up the steps, grabbed Antonio quickly, and kissed him hard.

The sudden attack caught Antonio off guard.

He just wanted to push it away, but the woman let go in advance and stepped back again and again, and Layla wiped her delicate red lips with her thumb and laughed heartily.

Her steps were fast, and she ran towards the gallop with light steps.

Before getting into the car, he also threw a flying kiss to Antonio.

"Bump."

The vehicle quickly departed and drove away in the sun.

Looking at the departing black Mercedes, Antonio clenched his fist vigorously and couldn't help licking his lips, which still had a faint fruity scent.

"Hey, big man."

Ethan reached out and bumped Antonio's shoulder and teased, "You don't have anything to say, do you want to say it to me?" ”

"Huh."

Antonio's face instantly rose like a pig's liver.

"I didn't do anything to her." The guy waved his arms and stammered to explain, "I don't know, why would she do this." ”

"Hahaha."

Ethan stood on the steps in front of the police station and burst out laughing.

"Damn it."

Antonio was annoyed, put his arm around his shoulder, clenched his fist and spun it around him.

Not far away, Atwater and Burgess couldn't help but laugh.

They were all in sight of the scene that had happened before, first taken aback, and now they laughed along.

It's rare to see Antonio like this.

"Bastard."

Antonio cursed and walked briskly back to the police station with a red face.

The two people in civilian clothes also quickly put away their smiles and walked up the steps together.

Atwater grabbed his phone and pressed it busily.

Seemingly, there is something very important.

"Huh."

Ethan's footsteps moved, like a mountain, firmly in front of him.

"Boss."

Atwater greeted with a grin of his big white teeth, and continued to look at his phone, trying to walk to the other side.

On his forehead, a few drops of fine sweat broke out.

Ethan's face was expressionless, and he moved to block him again.

Three fingers stretched out and rubbed quickly at him, making a global gesture.

"Please."

Atwater grimaced and cast a pleading look at Burgess.

"No need to please."

Ethan continued to rub his fingers: "Just give the money." ”

"Here's my dinner money."

Atwater's face twitched in distress, and he reluctantly took out ten dollars, closed his eyes, and slapped Ethan's hand resignedly.

"Thank you."

Ethan was satisfied with the money in his trouser pocket, yard by yard, what should be his own, what was his own.

Burgess smiled unhappily and strode up the steps.

"Smack."

Taking advantage of Atwater's disgrace and no one else left and right, Ethan slapped Burgess in the face with lightning speed.

"Hey."

Burgess covered his ass and bit his lip to look back.

A green light flashed, and several hundred-dollar bills appeared in front of her, exuding a charming aura.

"You two won't go back yet."

Ethan shook the money in his hand and said happily: "Everyone has worked hard in the past two days, go find a barbecue restaurant and buy some beef ribs and other things to come back, remember to spend the money, there is no money left." ”

"Yes~"

Burgess snatched the money away and happily ran down the stairs.

"Boss, you're this."

The big black man gave a thumbs up, grinning his white teeth and quickly followed.

(End of chapter)