After a night of heavy snowfall, the sky was clear.

The long-lost sunshine is also shining on the town, and many people have stepped out of their homes to enjoy the rare warm winter sun.

Ethan got out of bed and cleared the snow and headed straight to Davis' Bar.

"Good morning."

With money in his pocket, he was in a pretty good mood, and his white teeth showed when he pushed open the wooden door.

"Morning!"

The old bartender took a bite of a thick cigar and puffed out a pleasant smoke: "The weather is very nice today, this guest would like to ask what you want, all wrapped in candy." ”

Even though he had only slept for a few hours, he still seemed to be in good spirits.

"If you can."

Ethan touched his stomach and said kindly, "Please bring me a bourbon, fry two eggs and a steak." ”

"Handling snow is a lot of physical work."

"Right away."

Candy poured him half a glass of wine, banged on the bar and walked inside: "Good filet mignon, my craftsmanship promises to satisfy you." ”

In addition to alcohol, Davis Bar also offers a meal service.

The cooking level of the old boxer is also a must.

The cast-iron pan can fry the steak until it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is fragrant, but this guy is lazy and will focus on selling wine after cooking a certain amount of meals every day.

In just two or three minutes, the oily filet mignon was served to the bar.

There are also a few small tomatoes scattered around.

With a soft-hearted omelette, it looks like an appetizing appetizer.

"Thank you."

Ethan grabbed the knife and fork and couldn't wait to taste it: "What about our bald friend?" ”

"I'm back in New York."

Pushing a piece of paper in front of him, Candy grinned and grabbed the cigar from the ashtray and took a few puffs: "He asked me to tell you it's for safety, although that bastard would love to stay." ”

"But the best choice is that he has never been to Banshee Town during this time."

"You know, strangers are always the first object of suspicion."

The embers of the cigar rekindled, and clouds of smoke came out.

The old bartender's swarthy fingers twitched, and he tapped the note that had been placed in front of Ethan.

There are fractions and whole parts, a total of 935,623 pieces.

That's the money that's last night's harvest.

Ethan put the juicy filet mignon into his mouth and raised his eyebrows with a smile, which is actually very good.

After all, no matter how much money a solo dealer can make, it also takes time to accumulate.

Watts has a large group of people to raise.

And also to offer.

This money is estimated to make that guy feel distressed to death.

In particular, the strip club was broken and needed to be renovated, and with the wounded, the losses to the Aryan brothers should have exceeded one and a half million dollars.

The plan to weaken the enemy was very successful.

Ethan nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of feeling that you are in the dark, the enemy is in the light, and you are pulling each other to fight is quite good.

"You're fifty percent."

Candy lit a match and threw the burning note into the ashtray: "Jia Bo and I are twenty-five percent, you will take the money later, don't say anything, this is my unanimous decision with him." ”

Looking at Ethan seriously, he scratched his gray beard: "You can't divide it evenly, it's too unfair to you." ”

"Information, weapons, these are all provided by you."

"We've taken a big advantage."

He stretched out his fist and said with a smile, "Believing in the wisdom of an old bartender is the best way to make our friendship last forever." ”

Even if it is only 25%, it represents more than 200,000 gains.

The old bartender said he was very satisfied.

If he opened this bar, he might not be able to save more than 200,000 yuan in seven or eight years, and he has no dissatisfaction.

"Okay!"

Ethan munched on the beef and clashed his fist with the other party: "As you wish." ”

He doesn't think the other party is worth the money.

What Jaber and Candy do is not just shoot along, or just drive to answer, but when something happens, they can stand up and help without saying a word, and everyone will face the same enemy afterwards.

These are the risks they have to bear.

However, they feel that it should be distributed according to contributions, and they have no problem with it.

He really didn't care about the money.

But as Candy said, this way can make their friendship last longer, so that everyone will want to do their part when they encounter anything in the future, instead of being a drag bottle.

Eating breakfast leisurely, the two chatted about various things in the town.

Ethan is now adjusting to this life as well.

You don't have to rush through various cases, and sometimes it's a good idea to slow down.

"Buzz."

As soon as I finished cleaning the dinner plate, the phone next to me vibrate.

"This is Morgan."

Wiping the corners of his mouth, he casually picked up the phone.

"It's me."

The voice of the sheikh on the other side sounded, and she could hear it quite happily: "Go to the Starbucks in town in half an hour, Senator Schumacher will take you to the Republican branch to register." ”

"By the way, you don't have to dress up too formally."

"But decently."

"Please."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "I can't go out in my underwear, can I?" ”

After a few short sentences, he hung up the phone.

is an extremely standard figure, and the price of the clothes on his body is even more expensive, just a woolen coat costs more than 3,000 dollars, and with each other, he is confident that few people in Banshee Town can overwhelm him in appearance.

Notice Candy's curious expression.

Ethan took a sip of whiskey and bared his white teeth: "Mayor Mayor's plan, from now on." ”

Starbucks.

The Dodge challenger pulled close to the side of the road, and Ethan casually closed the door.

In front, there is a bulletproof Mercedes parked.

It was the chiefess's car.

And a car in front of the Mercedes had a license plate in Washington, D.C., and if nothing else, the Senator Schumacher had already arrived.

In fact, in informal occasions, politicians of all sizes have always liked to present themselves as close to the people.

So meeting in a café isn't a big deal.

The outdoor seats on the sidewalk were covered in a layer of snow, and it was in this place where I first met Hank, and time flew by as quickly as Jordan did against a defender.

He shook his clothes with emotion and strode into the café.

Corners of the interior.

The sheikh and a white man sat face to face in a booth, with her female assistant next to her, and bodyguards and the like.

"Nora."

Ethan smiled and walked over and nodded slightly to the man, "Sorry, I'm late." ”

"You must be Senator Schumacher, right?"

Actually, I wasn't late.

The time was even a minute earlier, but it didn't stop him from saying that.

The senator, Schumacher, looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair and a high nose that gave him a very resolute look.

Wearing a black custom suit, the whole person looks full of energy.

A pair of deep eyes were also looking at Ethan.

"You're not late, you're on time."

He stood up with a hint of doubt and held Ethan's hand steadily: "It's just that we have met somewhere?" (End of chapter)