"Knock knock."

There was a heavy knock on the door, and it sounded quickly.

"Please."

Dissatisfied, Jabber pushed the bathroom door open, pointed to Patek Philippe on his wrist, raised an eyebrow and said:

"Hurry up, we can't be late."

"Ah~"

His action elicited several soft snorts.

"Shut up."

Jabber crossed his hands on his hips, squinted his eyes and said, "I'm not interested in women, you guys hurry up." ”

The chaotic scene in the bathroom made him swallow his saliva.

A blonde girl with her hands on a wall.

Dozens of tiny jets of water from the shower crackled on her back, splashing countless droplets.

Below, a red-haired girl sits cross-legged on the wet ground.

"Got it."

Ethan rolled his eyes, spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, I know in my heart, can you give us a little time?" ”

Behind him, a Latin girl was hugging tightly.

There is no way, and there is no time to spare.

It is difficult to be a man, sometimes it is necessary to be evenly stained with rain and dew, and you can't favor one over the other.

So, there is the picture that Jaber sees now.

"Hurry up."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he slammed the door shut.

Ten minutes later, Ethan walked out of the master bedroom in good spirits, he was wearing a black suit, very formal, and looked a little solemn.

But the garment was worn on him, as if he were going to a banquet.

"You look like that."

Jaber closed the computer screen and punned, "It doesn't look like he's going to a funeral at all." ”

As he spoke, the three UCLA girls just now walked out from behind Ethan with heavy steps, and they beat their spirits and sent fragrant kisses one after another, and then they beat their sore waists and left.

"You don't understand."

Ethan threw a cigarette into his mouth and lifted the lighter cap: "This is my way of mourning, you can't see the sadness in my heart." ”

Jaber was too lazy to complain, and one middle finger was simple and clear.

"I've investigated all the information."

He tapped on his laptop, shrugged his shoulders and said, "All the numbers have been checked." ”

"Said on the way."

Ethan took a few puffs of his cigarette and waved outside.

Arriving at the hotel parking lot, he picked up his rented Aston Martin and drove along the navigation direction all the way to the cemetery.

At first, Jaber was worried that time would run out.

Soon, he found himself overthinking.

The silver supercar weaves its way through the streets of Los Angeles, pushing the boundaries of speeding.

"Huh."

In the middle of the two trucks, the sports car roared out.

"Shet."

Jia Bo hurriedly tightened his seat belt and swallowed his saliva: "It seems that we are not in such a hurry. ”

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan turned the steering wheel casually, his eyes fixed on the surrounding car: "Talk, what's the catch?." ”

"You're Jabb, don't tell me you didn't find anything."

"Of course there is a reward."

At the mention of this, Jia Bo's expression became proud: "I checked all those numbers. ”

"The vast majority of them are marketing numbers."

"But there's one person I don't think is right." He looked down at his phone: "David Parker, Korean-American, illegal race car driver, road activist, a lot of criminal records." ”

"It's just some minor sins, and this person is very measured."

"Of the numbers that are not remarked, only this guy named Parker is unclean, maybe he knows something."

After speaking, Garber slammed his phone in front of Ethan.

The afterglow swept away, and inside was an Asian face, bald head, and a mustache on the chin.

The skin on the face, pitted.

The whole person looks with a cool energy.

"Find his whereabouts."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator heavily, pushing the back and pressing the two of them on the chair: "Whether you know it or not, start with this guy first." ”

"I know."

Jaber swallowed his saliva and clutched his phone tightly: "But tracking this number is another process, so I still need a little time." ”

"Don't worry, it's ongoing."

"Good."

Looking at the street sign, Ethan turned the steering wheel following the directions of the navigation.

Ten minutes later, the speed of the vehicle slowed down.

As far as the eye can see, there are large lawns everywhere, and in the middle of the grass, tombstones of different styles are densely packed and spread out into the distance.

Tall trees, sprinkled with shade.

I have to say that the environment of this cemetery is quite good.

When the vehicle arrived, both of them became silent, and it was not an easy thing to say goodbye to a friend.

"Stop."

Turning a corner and seeing the scene in front of him, Jaber squinted his eyes and hurriedly said to stop: "Waterfa, don't go any further." ”

"What does that, in your opinion?"

Under a large tree in the distance, the funeral scene was arranged.

There was a coffin next to two white wreaths, and a dozen chairs were placed in front of it, and many people had already arrived here and were taking their seats on the chairs.

Not far from the cemetery, there is the roadway.

A string of colorful modified vehicles parked right behind the hearse.

That's not the point, though.

The focus was on the position of about ten meters next to it, three black Chevrolets were lying quietly on the driveway, seven or eight black suits were standing next to the vehicles, and some people were raising their cameras unscrupulously.

There was a click, and the people who came to the funeral were photographed by them one by one.

On his ears, a flash of light.

That thing is obviously a headset for communication.

"Ninety percent is the FBI."

Ethan didn't approach for the time being, and his fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel: "Even if it's not, it must be a certain federal department, what are these people doing here?" ”

Phillips, that's what they are.

So there is no need to guess too much about the identities of those people, Ethan can see it at a glance.

"Shet."

Jia Bo hurriedly put sunglasses on his face: "Could it be, letty is the daughter of some underworld family, right?" ”

"You know, mafia or something."

The picture in front of him was similar to the mafia movies he had seen before.

"One thing can be determined."

Ethan pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Letty's death is definitely not simple. ”

"Click."

Regardless of whether it was simple or not, Jaber pressed the seat belt away: "You come here after the funeral, Letty just knows that I am coming, she will definitely understand my sadness." ”

Before the FBI noticed, the guy quickly pushed the car door.

After two or three strokes, he flew behind a big tree.

Fortunately, there is still a distance of more than 100 meters from the other party, otherwise Jia Bo's sneaky actions will be seen by those people, no matter what he is rushing to, he will have to come over and investigate.

Watching Jabber's figure disappear, Ethan smiled dumbly.

As a top hacker, it is normal to have this kind of defense, and the most taboo is to leave a case record, and it is impossible for him to let those FBIs take a clear look.

This kind of behavior belongs to Jaber's instinct. (End of chapter)