After getting out of the car, Ethan lowered his cap and walked towards the discount convenience store opposite.

This place is the same as Chinatown.

It is a gathering area for Koreans.

The signboards next to the street are full of Hangul, and people with black hair and yellow skin can be seen everywhere.

Compared to many neighborhoods in the United States, it is very peaceful.

It's hard to imagine that there was a big riot here more than 20 years ago, and Bangzi and Lao Hei directly launched a city attack and defense battle in the streets and alleys.

The sticks are united in the face of the attack of the old black.

They organized all the young and middle-aged people and carried out all kinds of guns to protect their homes in the Korean city, pistols, shotguns, and submachine guns.

Despite the loss of hundreds of millions of dollars in assets, it has shown its fangs to other ethnic groups.

On this point, I have to admire.

However, it has nothing to do with what happened today.

Ethan stopped, squinted his eyes and looked at the small building in front of him, which was a red-brick building along the street.

It's not very high, and it only has four floors.

There are all kinds of shops below, and the David Parker I am looking for is on the top floor above.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked quickly to the staircase next to him.

Keep your head down and walk up the wide staircase.

Sure that there was no surveillance equipment inside the building, he no longer seemed so cautious, and when he came to the third floor, he slowly put disposable gloves on his hands.

When I went up to the fourth floor, I saw that there was no one on the left and right.

With a flash of palm, a TEC-9 submachine gun appeared in his hand.

The extra-long magazine filled with fifty rounds of ammunition makes people feel chilled when they see it, and the burst of fire can tear everything in front of them to pieces.

This is also the reason why you can't bring Jabber.

To put it bluntly, it is convenient for you to play tricks, well, you can't call it cheating, it should be said to give full play to your strength.

Ethan put the submachine gun behind his back and walked to the end of the hallway with a smile on his face.

Look at the room number, four-zero-four.

"Knock knock."

A dull knock on the door resounded through the hallway.

There was only one point of light inside, which made his expression more relaxed and freehand.

Stick music, constantly vibrating inside.

Soon, the point of light approached the door.

The light and shadow in the cat's eye flickered, and the people inside stood behind the door, vigilantly seeing: "Who is it, what is the matter?" ”

"Bang."

Ethan flew up and slammed into the lock.

The broken door lock flew to the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

And the person standing in the back was also slapped in the face by the door, his nose was sore, blood suddenly flowed, and the whole person staggered back a few steps.

"Nishihachi~"

An angry roar rang out, and the man covered his nose and was about to raise his pistol.

The next moment, the beehive-shaped barrel of the TEC-9 submachine gun quietly pressed against the door of his head, and colder than the barrel was the eyes of the man holding the gun.

Murderous.

"David Parker?"

Looking at the man's pitted face, Ethan asked as usual.

"Don't shake your head."

He smiled slightly and said indifferently: "If not, then you are worthless." ”

Hearing this, Parker's neck froze.

Although he is not a vicious criminal, as a broker, he is usually well-informed, and the guy in front of him can be sure that he is the kind of person who does not hesitate to shoot.

Those eyes were even more terrifying than some of the Mexican solo traders he had come into contact with.

"It's me."

Parker nodded slowly: "David Parker." ”

"Good." Ethan smiled even more: "You're a smart person, or I wish you were." ”

"It's a very good start."

"Next."

The submachine gun was pushed forward, and he said in a deep voice: "Can you give me the Beretta M9 in your hand?" Thank you. ”

"Children don't play with guns, it's too dangerous."

Looking at the caps on the other party's heads, the disposable gloves they were wearing, and the submachine guns that ordinary gangsters couldn't use at all, Parker's heart kept sinking.

Especially, this kind of joke-like remark.

All this indicates that the white man in front of him is a murderous guy.

"No problem."

A cold sweat broke out on Parker's forehead, and he trembled and handed out the Paletta M9 backwards: "Listen, I don't know what you want." ”

"But I don't think I have what you need here."

"Please, I'm just a little person."

"Shut up."

Ethan took the pistol and stuck it behind his waist.

Gaze, sweeping towards the sofa.

Parker was very interested, he slowly moved to the side of the couch and sat down carefully, for fear that the muzzle of the gun in front of him would suddenly erupt with tongues of fire.

"Ga~"

Ethan pulled a chair and sat down in front of him.

Submachine guns, right on the table.

The dark muzzle of the gun was naturally pointed at this guy named Parker.

The living room is not big, but it is very warmly furnished, next to Ethan is a big TV, Girls' Generation is singing and dancing in it, full of long legs, white flowers, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when they see it.

The sound of music I heard just now was playing on the TV.

However, thanks to this voice, the movement of the door just now was masked, and there were a few points of light scattered in the room next to it, and there was no abnormal behavior.

Maybe still sleeping, the position hasn't changed.

"Letty."

Ethan sat in his chair and tapped his fingers on the handle of the submachine gun: "I just attended her funeral a few hours ago. ”

When you speak, look into the other person's eyes.

"That's it."

He smiled and said, "I'm upset. ”

"So, I want to make some people very unhappy too."

"Actually, you know, emotional transfer is a very effective way to make me sleep more soundly at night, don't you think?"

At the mention of Letty's name, a trace of unease flashed in the other party's eyes.

Ethan immediately understood that this guy must know something, and Jabber was indeed reliable, and he had found the right person this time.

It's just that the mouth seems to be a little hard.

Seeing the other party's smiling face, Parker felt a chill, but the person on the other side was not easy to mess with, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, not knowing what to choose.

"It seems that those people are not easy to provoke."

This micro-expression, after being a policeman for so long, Ethan can naturally judge it.

"Forget it."

He put away the submachine gun and stuck it behind him as well: "I'll help you make up your mind." ”

Some people don't show him anything about violence.

It's just that a dead duck has a hard mouth.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing this move, Parker shuddered.

looks tall and big, and his courage really doesn't match.

"Let me tell you a fact, sometimes being obedient is your only option." Ethan's eyes flashed, and he grabbed the fruit knife on the table and rushed over.

"Don't."

Parker screamed in horror and got up to run.

"It's too slow."

Ethan held the knife back, easily suppressed him, and after throwing two punches, he grabbed the opponent's ear with his left hand and pulled it hard.

The fruit knife in your right hand is pressed against your ear.

"Ah!!h

Screams resounded through the apartment. (End of chapter)