Back in the wasteland, the two cars parked here have been covered with a layer of snow.

It's too late to do any celebrations.

The four of them worked non-stop, working together to quickly transfer the contents of the pickup truck to the Dodge Challenger.

Then the troops were divided into two ways.

One group picks up the pickup and destroys it, while the other two escort the fruits of the night's hard work back to Davis's Bar, with no mistakes on either side.

The lights of the vehicles came on one after another.

After leaving a few ruts, they quickly dispersed, and the snow fell, quickly covering all the traces.

The car came to a slow stop when it was still some distance away from Davis's Bar.

"Huh?"

Ethan unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at Borden suspiciously, "Aren't you going to go over?" ”

"No, you don't."

The latter shook his head slowly, with a hint of happiness on his expression: "I have got what I want tonight." ”

"Divide those things among you!"

Sweeping off the legs of the two with an AKM, and destroying the strip club by the way.

All this is enough for Borden.

As for the money.

He didn't lack that thing, and the joy of sharing the money was not as strong as the shot just now.

"Okay!"

In this case, Ethan no longer persuaded: "Tell Rebecca that I won't be there tonight." ”

Looking at the cars in the distance, he walked towards Davis's bar, a rare cameo as a robber and didn't know what the harvest was, those things should be enough for Jabber and them to be happy for a while.

"Knock knock~"

There was a knock on the back door.

Soon people opened it from the inside, and the candy probe probed into the brain, looking sneaky.

"Alright."

Ethan pushed him away and strode in: "If you are really followed, you see that it is useless." ”

"Where's the iceman?"

Candy scratched the bandage on his head and asked curiously, "Why didn't he come?" ”

The old bartender was no stranger to Borden, and the guy was always hiding in Procott's shadow with a blank face, and he only spoke a handful of times, hence the name "Iceman".

"To you, he is a great good man."

Coming to the billiard table, Ethan looked at the banknotes under the light and shook his head and smiled: "Just the three of us, he doesn't need these things." ”

The zippers of each bag are open.

Under the illumination of the lights, the entire pool table became green.

As long as this color does not appear on his head, then in Ethan's opinion it is the most glamorous color in the world.

As for the pills, they have just been disposed of.

"Waterfa."

Candy walked quickly to the bar and took out a bottle of bourbon that he had treasured for a long time: "Did you hear it wrong, there are still people in this world who don't like money?" ”

"Call him back, Boden deserves it."

"No, you don't."

Ethan waved his hand and took the cup.

He grabbed one of the travel bags and looked at the dense amount of money, mostly five and ten.

Fifty and a hundred kinds, almost nothing.

"It's not much."

Jia Bo also took the small half glass of whiskey kindly: "You all know that the money of the sole dealer is mostly small money, and it should be less than a million here." ”

"But it's a lot of money for our workload."

Two days are counted.

It only takes a few minutes to actually do it, so it's really lucrative.

"Shhh

Candy couldn't help but whistle and excitedly picked up the cup: "Believe me, this money is already something that many people can't earn in a lifetime, and these are just the beginning." ”

"Bang~"

The three of them laughed and clinked glasses with emotion.

Especially candy, he cooperated with everyone again after two years, and completed a robbery with a devastating momentum.

It made this guy sweat on his forehead with excitement.

"Oh my God."

He drank the whiskey in one gulp and said excitedly, "I miss this feeling, I really miss it." ”

"Of course I miss it."

Jabber rolled his eyes and put the glass on the table, and gestured to the old tavern: "You opened this broken bar, and I don't know if you can earn a hundred yuan by pouring wine for a day." ”

"Please."

Candy poured him wine again, and said helplessly: "It's not about money, I miss this friendship." ”

"Well said!"

Ethan put down the cup with a smile and grabbed the car keys: "You two are responsible for counting the money and preparing my share, I'm going to go over to see the scene, and I don't know if I can see the guy named Watts." ”

The most important thing, I did it myself.

Then the two of them are naturally responsible for this tedious counting of money.

Everyone is also doing their job.

There is less money and more money, so the two of them naturally can't have an opinion.

Looking at Ethan, who was striding away, the two shrugged their shoulders at each other, moved the bag to the storage room in the back, and began the happy and troublesome work of counting money.

Strip clubs.

When he returned here, Ethan was in a trance, as if he had come to Chicago's South Side.

A blue glow that illuminates the night sky.

Large snowflakes fell on the ambulance, and howls rang out everywhere.

Several people from the Banshee Town Police Station were anxious, and their footsteps seemed to be in an unusually hurry, and Brock's angry scolding sounded far away.

Notice the stopped vehicle.

Siobhan strode over with his coat wrapped: "I thought you were resting!" ”

This guy has some snowflakes on his head.

His face turned pale from the cold.

"What's going on here?" Ethan asked knowingly, handing over a few sips of hot coffee: "Sorry, I didn't know you were here, just drink it!" ”

"Thank God."

Hurriedly took the coffee, Siobhan poured it comfortably and then spat out the white mist and said, "Can you believe it? ”

"It's been robbed."

Although she looked tired, she couldn't help but secretly laugh: "Those white supremacists either broke their legs or hands, guess what, what clues we asked, those people said they didn't know." ”

"I don't know what I was robbed of."

"Oh?"

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and asked with a smile, "Then how do you investigate the case?" ”

"No one wants to investigate."

Siobhan shivered with cold, and hurriedly took a sip of hot coffee: "Didn't you hear that Brock was already cold and cursed?" Who wants to come out on duty at night in this kind of weather. ”

"Besides, there are no dead people."

She reached out and took out a cigarette from her pocket again, and lit it herself: "I don't know what was robbed, how can I find it?" ”

"Actually, you do."

"As long as ordinary people are not harmed, we don't bother to care about this kind of thing, and it's better to fight as hard as possible."

Slowly exhaling smoke, the female town police officer smiled:

"Just watch the excitement."

After a few more small talks, Ethan started the car.

Aside from the wounded, there was no sign of white supremacists at the scene, and it is estimated that those people were conducting a major search for the mysterious robbers.

It's just that they are doomed to be in vain. (End of chapter)