"This is a pretty guy."

Uniformed employees pull out gas guns and sigh at the shiny black cars.

"Thank you."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and strode to the store inside:

"Fill it up, don't be soft."

"Haha."

The employee nodded hurriedly and unscrewed the refueling cap with a smile: "This is the most basic respect for it." ”

He was a little lost after the separation scene, and he didn't have the heart to chat with strangers, so he walked into the store quickly, and took advantage of the time to buy some small items inside.

Quickly fill up the gas and pay for it at the store.

Throwing a piece of gum into his mouth, Ethan hurried out of the store again.

Today will be a long journey.

It takes about eleven or twelve hours to drive back to Banshee Town from Chicago for more than 1,000 kilometers, so you have to hurry.

"Huh~"

A whistle sounded.

Two turbaned blacks walked over with shaking shoulders, and one of them patted the Dodge Challenger's butt and said, "This is a sexy foal, my God!" ”

"Hey."

The burly old black raised his chin to Ethan: "White guy, is this your car?" ”

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan was a little frightened and hurriedly took a step back.

Both of these guys have tattoos exclusive to the Evil Lords Gang, and they look too scary.

Especially now when you're not in a good mood.

"Waterfa."

The thin old black withdrew his hand that was touching the vehicle, took out a switchblade and pressed it open, and said with an unhappy face: "What is your reaction, discriminating against us Nige?" ”

"Now the two Nigo want to be friends with you, do you agree?"

"Agreed."

Ethan raised his hands in fright: "Of course I agree." ”

"Good." The thin old black shook the switchblade in his hand with satisfaction, and slowly approached him: "Since you agree, then let's go to the bathroom next to us and discuss how to be friends." ”

"Don't run, you can't afford that consequence!"

Glancing at the gas station employees who had already walked into the store, Ethan obediently retreated to the restroom next to him.

Of course, the eyes were still on the hands of the two men.

Don't pop up with a gun.

Seeing that the other party obediently cooperated, the two old blacks smiled, although this white guy was not wearing a big brand, and the watch he was wearing was also a Rolex fake.

But getting a few hundred dollars, it's still not a big problem.

The stout old black carefully looked at the white boy's face and couldn't help but lick his lips.

Throat, too, rolls.

The corners of Ethan's eyes twitched, and he quickly went to the public bathroom in the next corner, and even though it was winter, the smell of urine could not be hidden.

"Get in."

The two old blacks couldn't hold back anymore and stepped forward.

"You're in advance!"

Ethan didn't retreat, but advanced, and came to the thin old black with an arrow step, looking at this guy with a cold gaze.

Before the other party could react, he quickly pinched his wrist.

Raise it backwards and take advantage of the trend.

A cold light flickered.

The switchblade slammed deep into the opponent's buttocks, and he grinned and wiped the handle of the knife vigorously.

"Ah!!h

The pig-like cry sounded, and the thin old black expression was hideous, and he jumped high in an instant.

was pushed hard by Ethan again, and staggered into the toilet.

The fist wind roared, and the tall old black used all his strength to fight over, eager to give this bastard who dared to resist a taste of what the Chicago Iron Fist was.

Speed, it's too slow.

A bending and swaying easily dodged, and his right fist swung and slammed into the old black face.

With just one blow, the nasal bone was instantly broken.

"Boom."

A few jabs in a row, constantly hitting the opponent, Ethan is completely playing this guy as a punching bag.

Beat the other party miserable.

Under the continuous bombardment, the tall and strong old black was taken back into the toilet.

Lift your feet.

Aimed at the chest, a clean and sharp kick straight away.

"Boom."

The body of one hundred and sixty or seventy pounds smashed the door of the toilet cubicle apart in an instant, and Lao Hei fell to the ground in pain, covering his nose and humming at the hairy leg next to him, and the nosebleed kept dripping from his hand.

Caucasian man in a peaked cap sits on the toilet.

He looked at the old black lying under his legs in a daze, and then looked up at Ethan who was standing at the door of the toilet.

Squeeze the toilet paper tightly in your hand.

His expression was very dazed, and he was extremely helpless.

"Do you still want to be friends with me?" Looking at the thin old black lying next to him, Ethan sneered and asked, "What do you want to rob me, do you want to give you a chance to try again?" ”

The switchblade was shaking as the other party struggled.

Unable to help it, Ethan stepped on the hilt of the knife.

"Huh."

Pierced in again.

"Ah~~~"

The thin old man had a red face and red ears, and his nose and tears flowed: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't be like this, it hurts!! ”

After some venting, Ethan was finally refreshed.

The strange emotions brought about by the separation just now also dissipated, he tidied up his clothes in the mirror next to him, nodded to the cap that was still sitting on the toilet, and left.

Hyde Park.

The Dodge Challenger came to a roar and stopped behind a brand-new Ford van.

The side door of the van opened, and two or three duffel bags were thrown on top of the empty seats, all of which were personal belongings that had been packed in advance, both his, and Rebecca and Borden's.

Walk easily up the steps and into the house.

"Hey."

Rebecca slowly turned her wheelchair and smiled, "Are you done?" ”

"Hmm."

Ethan nodded, screwing her face.

He asked Will to have a check-up, and the Amish girl's physical recovery ability was good, and she had been recuperating for more than a week, as long as there were no major movements, there would be no problems.

Of course, it will take a few months to get better.

But those killers will always look for traces, and he doesn't want to stay longer.

"I'm asking you a question."

Letting go of his hand, Ethan looked at Borden, who was sitting on the sofa next to him: "I should be able to trust you, right?" ”

Just as he didn't know why he had brought a business car, Borden didn't understand why he had asked this question out of the blue.

But he wasn't ambiguous.

He stood up and strode over to Ethan.

Pull out the pistol from the waist, load it, and in turn stuff the handle of the gun into the opponent's hand.

"Mr. Morgan."

Boden looked at Ethan expressionlessly, and lowered his head slightly: "You saved my life, and even more so Miss Bowman's life, if you need to, please feel free to take me!" ”

This guy's loyalty belongs to the full type.

Formerly to Procott, now to Rebecca, Ethan sighed and swept the gun in his hand, if only he would do the same to himself at any time.

But Rebecca's, sooner or later, will also be her own.

"Follow me."

With a slight smile, he threw the pistol back and strode to the basement.

The vault opens.

Luggage, black travel bags stacked up in a bunch.

Gold bars, watches and other valuables were all stored in the space, and these bags were full of cash and munitions, and everything except Ferrari was in Chicago had to be brought back.

If it weren't for Borden's proven loyalty through one incident after another, Ethan really wouldn't have been at ease with him bringing tens of millions in cash.

As for whether it is possible to be questioned by the state police on the road.

Something that led to a thousand miles of money happened.

Ethan said he was not worried at all, and although the Chicago police badge was gone, the credentials of the Department of Defense advisers were obviously more useful in dealing with such things.

Looking at this pile of boxes and bags, Borden did not react.

I didn't even bother to ask questions.

This kind of personality makes Ethan like it even more, and the best thing is that this guy is crippled, and many things that others value are meaningless to Borden.

It's a pity that in some major events, I definitely can't command the other party.

But it's still a long way to go.

"Let's get in the car!" Ethan took the lead and picked up the two heavy luggage: "These things must be brought back to Banshee Town." ”

He has a lot of strength, and Boden is not small.

That guy is also a monster, and his combat power is not trivial, and under the handling of the two of them, he quickly filled most of the black Ford commercial vehicle.

Rebecca just quietly watched the two busy.

A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

After struggling for so long, now she finally experienced the feeling of someone sheltering herself from the wind and rain again, and she felt extremely down-to-earth in her heart.

Closing the heavy door, Ethan patted it with emotion.

This is now Erin's residence.

But it's not a loss.

Keeping a villa in this kind of area is appreciating, or at least preserving, which is better than the continuous depreciation of the boxes of cash.

"Come on."

Pushing the wheelchair to the side of the steps and stopping, Ethan bent down to pick up Rebecca, who was wearing a hospital gown, and said in a deep voice, "Let me take you back to Banshee Town." ”

Behind, Borden put the wheelchair away.

Squinting at the city skyline in the distance, he strode down the steps with the blonde girl in his arms in his arms.

The engine sounded.

After leaving a few ruts in the ground, the villa soon fell silent.

Snowflakes fluttered, wrapping everything in plain white. (End of chapter)