Covered in silver, there is a white expanse everywhere.

When you lower the window, the fresh cold air suddenly pours into the car, and your mind is lifted.

No need to clock in to work.

I don't have to deal with one murder case after another that exterminated my humanity, and this feeling of freedom seems to be quite good.

Ethan turned on the stereo and blasted the engine more urgently.

Soon see the old tavern on the side of the road.

Just like its owner.

With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, the $600,000 Dodge Challenger rushed down the curb, the run-flat tire crushed against the gravel road, and came to a sharp stop.

Unexpectedly, the snow here was cleared early.

It seems that the man must have gotten up too.

When the car door closed, there was already an extra wine box in his hand.

Ethan Tengten walked up the steps and squeaked open the wooden door, and the fireplace was burning in the old tavern, and the tables and chairs were laid upside down.

There was a trace of water stains on the ground, and it looked like it had just been mopped.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of burning wood and the indescribable smell of an old-fashioned tavern.

Broken, old.

But it has a unique charm.

This kind of country tavern sometimes has a feeling that is not comparable to that of a nightclub.

Listening to the sound of the old record player, lying on the pulp bar and listening to the old bartender boasting, sipping a sip or two of whiskey from time to time, that kind of mental relaxation comes more comfortably.

Inside the bar.

An old man in a bucket hat is wiping down the wine rack with a towel.

The movements are slow.

It looks like they're enjoying a peaceful morning.

"I'm sorry."

The old bartender didn't look back, and said unhurriedly: "In case you didn't see the sign hanging outside, it's not business hours yet." ”

"Can't I make an exception too?"

Ethan smiled and strode over with the bottle.

Candy was full of excitement, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, and then slowly turned around, and when he saw the person in front of him, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Oh my God."

He pressed his palm to his chest, slowly shook his head, and said, "I hope it's not a dream." ”

"That was Fitzgerald Sr. 11 years?"

"Nearly seven hundred dollars of Bourbon!"

"Fakyu."

Ethan raised his middle finger and placed the box on the bar: "Between me and the wine, you can only see whiskey, right?" ”

Let's be honest.

Candy was a little too happy to know what to say for a while.

He looked at Ethan fixedly, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten when he thought of all the things he had done together, such as burying corpses together, robbing cars in flying cars, blowing up independent factories, and fighting with Eastern European gangsters.

Open the box and take out the bottle.

Ethan sat down on a barstool and slowly unscrewed the cap.

The bar was not idle.

Pulling out two glasses, Candy pulled over the chair and sat down, watching the platinum-colored liquor trickle into the glasses.

"Bang."

The cups collided and they were all drunk.

Feeling the long afterglow, both of them exhaled heavily.

"It's been almost two years."

Candy looked at Ethan with emotion, his gray beard shaking: "You, Jab, and Hood have been gone for almost two years, and I am the only old man left here, and I feel that my bones are going to rot." ”

"Is it that long?"

Ethan was stunned for a moment and continued to pour the wine.

"Trust a bartender's memory." Candy pointed to his head, shook his head and smiled, "Even though I'm old, it's still okay to remember the time." ”

"You're coming back temporarily?"

"Nope."

Ethan took a sip of whiskey, shrugged his shoulders and said, "You shouldn't be leaving for a while, and besides, I don't think you're old." ”

"No old bartender in his teens would ever have a fight with someone else."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Damn it."

Candy rubbed his head and reluctantly took off his fisherman's hat: "You know this, there is no way, this can also be regarded as an occupational risk." ”

On the head, wrapped in several rings of bandages.

It looks much more serious than what Sivann said.

"Didn't you get a punch?"

Frowning his eyebrows, Ethan lit a cigarette: "It looks like it was hit by a car, what happened?" ”

It's a punch, yes.

But after being punched, the candy fell and hit the chair behind it.

That's what led to a head injury.

But after more than a week of rest, it's almost better.

After telling the story, Ethan finally knew what was going on, shook his head and touched the glass with the other party.

"Do you have something to do when you come back?" Taking a sip of wine, Candy unceremoniously picked up Ethan's cigarette case on the bar: "I can't think of anything better in this place than Chicago." ”

"Uh-huh."

Ethan nodded and knocked on the shiny bar: "I'm not coming back, are you going to fight with that old double-barreled shotgun?" ”

"Do you want to see the streets full of peddlers?"

"My two old buddies are also lying in the hospital, you should know this kind of thing, right?"

"What do you mean?" Candy was both moved, and his expression was a little solemn: "You want to deal with the people of the Aryan Brotherhood?" ”

"Of course."

Ethan smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "When we were there, those rats that were just sewers popped up now, and I felt the need to stuff them back." ”

"No, no, no."

The wine glass was put down, and Candy shook his head: "Those people are not as simple as you think, they were just suppressed by Procott before, and at that time it was more of a cooperation." ”

"It doesn't mean that they don't have the strength."

"These guys are very organized, they are also very mobile, so to speak, a small army."

"What's more, it is said that their power is not limited to Banshee Town."

Ethan certainly knows these things.

People like Borden were beaten all the way to flee, and they were not invulnerable, and dozens of guns were fired together to escape.

"Decapitation?"

He raised his head and said inquiringly, "I heard that their leader is called Watts!" ”

"I just said that."

Candy grabbed the rag and wiped it subconsciously: "Their gang is very organized, kill Watts, there will be a second person who will stand up, and he will act even more crazy." ”

"You have to deal with them, you have to be systematic."

"One piece at a time, dismantle the power of those people." The old bartender thought of something and nodded silently: "Just like we did with Procott in the first place." ”

"Start with their business."

"And if you kill aimlessly, how long do you think you can last without being targeted by federal departments?"

This is reasonable, Ethan nodded again and again.

However, it can be considered a federal department itself, but the CIA's signboard is not good in a small country town.

Even the CIA can't kill people indiscriminately in its territory.

Things are getting bigger, and Matt can't keep him.

"That's right."

Candy's eyes lit up, and her voice was a little excited: "Why, you don't take the path that Procott once did?" (End of chapter)