Jabber was so scared that he didn't care at all.

He shook his head and started the vehicle to drive forward, and the distance of a hundred meters narrowed in an instant.

Unhappy that these people were disturbing Letty's funeral, he deliberately slammed the gas pedal so hard that Aston Martin's car slammed into the butt and narrowly missed the gang.

On the badge, the three big characters of the FBI are particularly obvious.

This action frightened several agents into taking two steps back, all with exasperated expressions on their faces.

There was only one exception for the tall guy, who didn't move at all, watching the rear of the car sweep less than half a meter in front of him, his eyes fixed on the person driving inside.

Finding that it was not the target person, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it."

An agent scolded angrily and was about to rush over: "This bastard did it on purpose." ”

"Hey."

The tall and handsome detective stretched out his hand and held his colleague down: "Forget it, this is a funeral, we shouldn't have come here to disturb it." ”

"Fake."

The agent looked at the luxury car and gave up the idea.

People who drive this kind of car are not easy to provoke.

Despite being a law enforcement officer, there is a common principle in this country, and that is to never provoke the rich.

The richer you are, the less you should provoke.

Money and power are often closely linked.

Aston Martin stopped behind those street modified cars, and the scene that had just happened was naturally noticed by the people who came to the funeral.

Street style, and this kind of luxury car is incompatible.

But the action just now won a lot of favor from everyone present, and when they saw the people who got out of the car, they nodded their heads one after another.

These, Ethan doesn't care.

He straightened his clothes and walked briskly over to the rows of seats.

Mia, who I met last night, sat at the front.

She was wearing a black dress, and her whole person looked very sad, nodded at Ethan who appeared, and looked at the coffin in front of her silently.

Next to the coffin, there is a large photograph of Letty.

On his face, there was a big smile.

After staring blankly at the portrait for a moment, Ethan shook his head and sighed, turned around and sat down.

"We're gathered here."

The priest stood in front of the crowd, straightened out the Roman collar, and spoke aloud in the same words.

Sitting in his chair, Ethan looked at the coffin blankly for a moment, and then looked up at the white clouds drifting slowly, the breeze blowing, and the fragrance of grass filled his nose.

Despite the fact that psychological construction has been done.

But what happened now still made him clench his fists tightly.

Retract your gaze and look ahead.

Mia was sobbing quietly, her thin shoulders shaking.

While crying, she turned her head from time to time.

Looking in the direction of the other party's line of sight, it was several FBI agents standing together, and the person among them was the guy who had just been dumped by himself but didn't move.

The agent had a straight face and a complicated expression.

A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

This flash of emotion was captured by Ethan, who narrowed his eyes and had doubts in his heart.

Could it be that this is also an acquaintance of Letty.

Otherwise, how could there be such emotions.

The thought was quickly suppressed by him, and he focused on the funeral scene, and several people stepped forward one after another, telling about the Letty they knew, and sharing some things in the past.

At the end of the session, the short ceremony was coming to an end.

The crowd stood up and slowly stepped forward.

Ethan let out a breath and stood up, he really didn't want to stay any longer.

He took a white flower and threw it into the grave.

The delicate petals shattered on the coffin, tumbling and sliding down, which was also the final goodbye to the other party.

"Condolences."

There are no family members here, Ethan can only say to Mia, who is preparing for the funeral: "It's a pity that we lost, but I hope you can come out as soon as possible, she must not want to see you like this." ”

The other party is preparing these things, and he is Letty's emergency contact.

Her home, as well as pictures of Letty.

And that Dodge Challenger.

All of this proves that the relationship between the other party and Letty is very close, and it is not a relative who is better than a relative.

So, Ethan can understand her sadness.

"Thank you."

Mia quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and opened her arms to Ethan with a tearful smile: "These words also apply to yourself." ”

"Of course."

Ethan nodded and hugged her gently.

"Wait."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Mia hurriedly grabbed his sleeve: "About last night's incident, how did you investigate?" ”

"And what about your friend?"

"I'm sorry."

Ethan shook his head slowly and sighed:

"My friend has something to do temporarily, and he didn't come over, but we've consulted and there's nothing out of the ordinary."

"It seems that it was indeed an accident."

Hearing these words, Mia opened her mouth to say something.

But after some hesitation, he still closed his mouth.

When she made this move, Ethan just looked at the photo next to her and didn't notice the scene.

Looking back, both of them looked complicated.

"I'll be on the plane for a while."

Ethan smiled again and held out his hand to her: "You have my phone, if there is a chance to go to Chicago, I will invite you for a drink." ”

There is no need to involve the other party in the next thing.

In some jobs, the more people there are, the more troublesome it is.

Even if he does something horrific, he pats his ass and leaves, without a trace, but the other party lives in Los Angeles.

In case something happens, it directly affects life.

"Okay."

Mia pursed her lips and smiled, squeezing the other party's palm hard: "I owe you a drink, and we will meet again one day." ”

"Hmm."

The two let go, and Ethan glanced at the coffin in the grave and turned to leave.

If there is really anything involved behind it, you have to die.

The silver Aston Martin DB12 let out a roar and quickly left the funeral scene, turning a corner before slamming to a sharp stop.

A figure sprang out from under the tree and sped into the car.

The roar sounded again, and it flew away.

Los Angeles, Koreatown.

An old Toyota Corolla drove from a distance and slowly stopped on the side of the street.

"Is this it?"

Looking diagonally across the street at the discount merchandise store, Ethan put on his parking stop.

"That's right."

Jabber nodded, bit the burger in his mouth, and said, "David Parker, it's on the fourth floor above, at least his cell phone signal is located here." ”

Near noon, the target was finally locked.

After Jaber bought a second-hand car with fake documents, the two quickly arrived at the place.

"You stay here."

Ethan pushed open the door and said nonchalantly, "Just wait for my news." ”

"Got it, Hammer."

Being able to lie comfortably in the car and blow the air conditioner, Jaber couldn't ask for it.

I'm a technical person, not a muscular man.

As for whether he would be in danger, he didn't even think about it, grabbed the cheese beef burger in his hand, and continued to eat it deliciously. (End of chapter)