This slightly joyful picture is extremely depressing, but in Erin's opinion, it is extremely depressing.

In the SUV sat men who looked to be of Italian descent, all dressed in black.

There was an air of darkness in the car.

Frank didn't speak, his cold gaze just swept towards Shelty.

The latter stiffly turned his head.

He looked at Erin in a dejected manner, and then took heavy steps to get into the car in the other direction.

The detective opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Then.

A tall figure stepped forward from the side and swaggered to the front of the SUV.

"Mr. Frank."

Ethan nodded at the big nose and looked inside the car with a smile.

The lawyer, who used to be an elite leader, was now squeezed into the middle of his seat, his feet trembling uncontrollably, and in just a dozen seconds, the sweat on his face was dripping like raindrops.

"Mr. Morgan."

This guy who shaved himself a big slap, Frank naturally couldn't give a good face.

But he also did not dare to give hostility.

Originally, he thought that the other party was just an ordinary Chicago police officer, but after the luxury club was unceremoniously swept away, he also realized that this man was not simple.

His news is not as good as that of Carolington.

After being released on bail just now, I immediately asked someone I knew well about the news.

Only then did he know what kind of person he had to deal with, so although he was dissatisfied, he still squeezed out a smile.

"Listen."

Ethan lit a cigarette and puffed a puff of smoke at Sheerty: "I've heard people say that there is a business house selling hardware tools two corners ahead. ”

His eyes fell on Frank, and he said with a smile:

"I've also heard that there are electric drills for sale."

"Don't hit that thing on a living person, it will hurt and be too cruel, what !!do you think?"

Hearing this, Sheerty was shocked.

He looked at the sheriff in disbelief, and the smile on his face was like that of a demon.

"Of course."

Frank smiled and shifted his foot to the side, "There's no way we're going to do that, we're all law-abiding citizens." ”

At his feet, he stepped on a large electric drill.

The people who can be brought to the social club are somewhat dark, and there are some things that Frank is not afraid of being known.

What's more, this is the other party mentioned first.

Noticing the electric drill, Sheerty changed from the fear of death to extreme panic, and his body trembled and was about to shout for help, and the black suit in the back had long been expected, and several slaps covered it one after another.

He struggled desperately, but the windows quickly rose.

Leaving a puff of white smoke in front of the police station, the SUV quickly left.

It can be said that Ethan is the prelude to witnessing a homicide, but there is no turmoil in his heart.

He puffed out a puff of smoke and turned around.

I thought I was going to touch the mafia fiercely, but I didn't expect it to be a good thing done by a small lawyer, which made him feel a little lost.

But it's okay, one report after another.

Sherty will be drilled to death with an electric drill, and presumably Victoria Watson will get her revenge.

"We do this?"

Erin stood stunned and looked at the departing vehicle: "Is that right?" ”

Even though she didn't see what's going on inside the car.

But you don't have to guess what will happen to Shelty, which is in great conflict with his own professional concept.

"Remembered."

Ethan put his arm around her shoulders and smiled, "It was his choice, no one forced him to walk on that car, and Sherty walked out on his own." ”

"Not only Chicago, but the world has its own rules, and you are not a newcomer, so you should be able to understand."

The two stood against the snowflakes flying in the sky for a while, and slowly returned to the police station.

The case ended quietly.

Just like the lawyer's life.

The Cadillac swirled around the snowflakes and quickly stopped in front of an apartment building.

Next to the front gate, a yellow sign is hung.

Gallagher is particularly conspicuous in a few large characters.

Pushing through the half-hidden iron fence and walking along the path, this apartment building that used to be a gathering of homeless people, drunks, and addicts has changed dramatically.

Even the facades have been repaired and painted.

The lights of the windows above lit up, and the sounds of music, talking, and cooking dinner wafted through the night sky.

After a few months, it was all rented out.

Just such a small building provides a very stable and lucrative source of income for the Gallagher and Kevin, and there is no longer the difficult daily routine of worrying about trivial matters.

Ethan happily walked inside.

Being able to make a difference in his friend's life is also a joy he reaps.

"Click."

Pull out the key and open the door.

As the kids get older, Fiona moves into a small suite on the first floor at Ethan's suggestion, which has her own world of her own and makes room for Carl.

In the kitchen, ping-pong bells rang.

Familiarly hanging his coat on the post hanger by the door, Ethan strolled in.

The house is well heated, and the body is hot.

The aroma of beef and tomato was bubbling in the large saucepan, and Fiona tied her ponytail high, wearing a small camisole and a pair of black hot pants.

The slender legs are white and delicate.

Humming a little song in her mouth, she kept stirring the food in the saucepan, and her waist twisted slightly.

A pair of big cold hands suddenly came up from behind.

"Fake."

Fiona was startled by the hug and the spoon in her hand almost flew out.

Smelling the familiar smell of tobacco, her body relaxed: "God, don't you walk without a sound?" Things are ready, and they still have half an hour to come. ”

As you look at the beef tumbling in the pot, the grapes are skillfully twisted.

The landlady chuckled.

She quickly turned around, jumped on her legs, and crossed her waist around the other's waist.

"Why do you want me to call them all over tonight?" Looking at the handsome face, Fiona licked the spoon and buried her head: "Can you help me try the taste?" ”

"Uh-huh~"

After tasting it for a while, Ethan nodded with satisfaction: "It tastes very good." ”

Grab the spoon and throw it into the pot.

Turning the stove switch to the minimum, the glamorous landlady who was laughing strode towards the bedroom next to her: "Why don't we discuss the cooking techniques in depth?" ”

"Don't."

"They'll be over in a minute."

"Don't worry."

"Hurry up~~~"

Half an hour later, after finally studying the technique of stewed beef brisket with tomatoes, Fiona played with Ethan's hand, her face flushed and said, "You haven't answered my question yet, why are you so interested today?" ”

"Please."

Ethan smoked a cigarette comfortably: "Don't you often have dinner together?" It's just that this time I've called it out. ”

"But there's one thing."

"I'm leaving." (End of chapter)