"That's right."

Ethan nodded, saw that there was no one left and right, and reached out and twisted her face:

"I'll tell you later, though."

"And what's going on with you, do you need me to inject you some energy at night?"

"Bastard."

Burgess understood, pursed his lips and swept a kick into his lap: "You don't know how annoying I am now, Roman and his ex-girlfriend, sitting in the same car with the two of them, I'm going crazy." ”

"Huh?"

Ethan spread his hands and asked puzzledly, "Isn't that mission over yet?" ”

A dignitary who was about to visit received a threatening message.

Several of them are responsible for checking out possible dangers, and by the way, it is equivalent to warning those people not to have any bad intentions.

I thought that the mission had already ended.

"Not yet."

Burgess shook his ponytail quickly and sighed: "After today's busy day, it should be about the same." ”

"Okay." Ethan clashed his fist with her again:

"You have to be careful about these things, maybe you will have a nervous disorder, I don't want to see you hurt."

"I know."

Burgess nodded his ponytail and smiled with silver teeth: "Don't worry, I always remember what you told me before." ”

"I'm going to work."

Putting down her hand, her eyes rolled: "You wait for me at home at night." ”

"Well, inject energy."

She blushed, turned quickly, and staggered downstairs.

Looking at the back of Burgess's departure, Ethan was puzzled for a while, what he had said before, but thinking of tonight, he smiled and walked upstairs relaxed.

There was no danger, and it was six o'clock again.

Pulling into a spare car, Ethan headed straight to the supermarket.

I bought five or six catties of fine beef brisket and some side dishes and spices, and prepared to stew a pot of delicious food in the evening to satisfy my cravings.

After taking a few pictures of Burgess, he drove home.

The headlights of the car, pierced dim.

Ethan's whistle stopped instantly, and he slowly pressed the brakes, his palm pressing quickly against the handle of the gun.

Outside the wrought iron gate, a Saabban is parked.

License plate, never seen.

The vehicle was in a state of flame-off, lying quietly on its stomach, like a dozing tiger.

The point of light showed that there were two people inside.

The light of the headlights startled the guy on top of the car, and the door opened.

Flip-flops, firmly on the ground.

Depend on!

Ethan relaxed, shook his head, let go of the handle of the gun, and continued to move forward.

When I came to the door, I stopped the car.

Lowering the window, he raised his middle finger: "You came down a little late just now, and I shot directly." ”

"Please."

Matt opened his arms and said with a smile on his face, "Is this how you welcome old friends?" ”

The person who came was none other than Matt from the CIA.

They hadn't seen each other for a while since they left Medellín, and they didn't expect to be killed directly at their doorstep now.

"Hahaha."

Ethan unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned out of the window, slapping Matt the back, "Welcome to Chicago, what brought you here." ”

Hands clapped and rattled.

Having fought side by side and sharing the spoils together, this is indeed an old friend.

"Shet."

Matt pushed him away in embarrassment: "Tap, you bastard." ”

"Who else is in the car?" Ethan let go of his hand with a smile, pointed at Saboban and said excitedly, "Please, please tell me it's Catherine, don't tell me it's Phillips' mom who messed with Fack." ”

"Neither."

Matt shook his big back and reached out to pat the body:

"Alright, come down."

The driver's door opens. Another middle-aged man stepped out of the car, wearing a white suit, his eyes as if he hadn't woken up.

Seeing the comer, Ethan was stunned.

Sandro.

How did he come to America, still with Matt.

However, the other party is the black glove of the CIA, and it is not a big problem to swagger in this country.

"That look on your face."

Sandro squeezed out a smile and shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Aren't I welcome?" ”

"Not this." Ethan also shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand forward, and slapped his palm with Sandro who came over: "It's just surprise, you know, I thought it was Catherine." ”

After speaking, wink at him.

Although the other party's identity is very special, in the jungle independence factory, Sandro also saved himself once.

So, Ethan also treats him as a friend.

Hearing this, both Matt and Sandro chuckled a few times, they both knew that there had been some affair between Ethan and Catherine.

"Let's go in first."

Ethan pressed the key and opened the iron door: "I just bought some ingredients, you guys are blessed." ”

The two nodded, turned to get into the car.

Raising the window, Ethan drove inside, fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.

The identities of those two guys are destined to be nothing important, and they won't take the initiative to find them, but they don't know what they want to do.

The two cars went around the water feature wall and stopped in front of the porch.

"Nice house."

As soon as he got out of the car, Matt looked up and gave Ethan a thumbs up.

Sandro nodded as well, complimenting.

"Alright."

Ethan rolled his eyes and walked up the steps with a large bag and a small bag: "You two guys, I guess none of them live worse than me." ”

Last time, Matt got about 50 million.

And Sandro is the one who can't be short of money.

Even though he is a black glove, he must also occupy a certain share, and without money, no people, and no guns, he can't play Medellín.

"I suggest you go to the Caribbean and buy a small island."

Matt smiled and spread his hands: "It's still a good feeling to go on vacation once in a while." ”

Yes, he deserves to be a senior official of the Intelligence Bureau.

As soon as you open your mouth, it is a private island, and the style is different, this kind of thing is not impossible, as long as you don't pick the top-notch one, you can buy a scenic island for millions of dollars.

"I'm just a little sheriff."

Ethan waved for them to sit casually, put their things away in the kitchen, and continued, "The kind of thing you said is too far away from me. ”

Ignoring the twitching of the corners of their eyes, he walked over to the wine cabinet.

Grab three crystal glasses and grab a bottle of whiskey.

Ethan also sat down next to the large coffee table, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poured amber liquor into the glass.

While he was doing this, the two people on the other side fell silent.

Three fist-sized cups, all poured five points full.

"Shhh

With a flick of the wrist, two glasses of whiskey slid on the marble tabletop, caught by Matt and Sandro respectively.

"Best wishes, friend."

Matt raised his glass first and nodded at Ethan.

"Yes, friend."

Ethan smiled, gestured to Sandro, and swallowed heavily.

While drinking, he looked at the two people in front of him.

Matt hasn't changed much, with a short-sleeved shirt, a big back, and a gray beard.

Sandro has changed a lot, his eyes are dull, and the beard on his face has not been taken care of for a while, and he looks a little sloppy.

"Bang."

Matt emptied his glass, squinted his eyes and said:

"We need your help."

(End of chapter)