On the shore of the lake.

Two cars, two people.

The gust of lake breeze couldn't take their eyes from staring at each other, and Cruz's eyes were very calm.

"You're right."

Ethan retracted his gaze and pinched his fingers: "In my case, there is indeed a solution. ”

"It's very easy to solve the trust problem between us."

Under the other party's attentive expression, he turned his head and continued to look at the rippling lake: "Actually, I have always felt that when there is a deep and sincere communication between men and women. ”

"A sense of trust comes naturally."

"Of course, it's entirely up to you whether you accept it or not."

When it comes to such an important matter, Ethan decides to be shameless with his conscience, but unfortunately his always good image is ruined.

The shores of the lake were silent again, and the lake wind rustled the meadows.

A few seconds later, there was movement nearby.

The police combat boots were a little dull on the grass, and Cruz stepped up to Ethan and looked at him steadily.

"Click."

The snap of the duty belt was unfastened, and the radio on the shoulder was removed.

Heavy belts containing items such as guns, batons, handcuffs and tasers fell into the grass with a muffled thud.

"Worthy of the person I chose."

There was a faint smile on Cruz's face, and she kept unbuttoning her long-sleeved shirt: "Actually, people like you, no matter what they do, it's hard not to succeed, isn't it?" ”

The dark blue shirt was also thrown on the grass.

The corners of the clothes swayed with the breeze.

"You're right."

The dark socks stepped on the green grass, the police combat boots were also thrown aside, and the policewoman took a deep breath and kept moving: "The trust that we say is unreliable, we need to take practical action." ”

The town sheriff's trousers also fluttered down.

"Actually."

She pursed her lips, a smile in her eyes, "Mr. Morgan, you should have brought it up earlier, I don't mind having a friendly exchange with you." ”

Sitting in front of him, he is a handsome person.

Although it was a little abrupt and Cruz was surprised, he didn't have any thoughts of resisting.

On the contrary, it was full of interest.

As a sentence was spoken, the tall policewoman moved quickly, and in a few words, she was honest with Ethan.

On the shore of the lake, there was such a fragrant scene.

The other party is very tall.

It has to be about 1.75 meters, although the skeleton is on the large side, but it does not affect the beauty at all.

Cruz belongs to the kind of woman who is more plump, typical lordosis and backward curl, and her body is also very toned, and the muscle lines on the flat lower abdomen are quite obvious, and it seems that she should maintain a long-term fitness habit.

Although her appearance is ordinary, her figure adds a lot of points to her.

Extremely feminine.

Since this request was made, Ethan would not squirm, and his sharp gaze swept over her inch by inch.

Swastika, no.

Double lightning, and no.

At least most of the front is smooth skin, without any tattoos.

There were no large scars, and there was no such thing as ruining the tattoo, and if there were, Ethan believed that he could still recognize it with his eyesight.

"How?"

Cruz put his hands on his waist and shook his hair and posed: "Mr. Morgan, are you still satisfied with my figure?" ”

"Not bad."

Ethan smiled and nodded, and spread his legs apart: "Very fit, you can see that you have regular exercise." ”

"Thank you."

When the policewoman heard this compliment, she expressed great satisfaction.

And she also understood the other party's actions, and stepped forward without saying a word.

He glanced at Ethan, then knelt down.

It didn't take a while.

"God !!"

The exclamation quickly died down, and Cruz became relished, and judging from the movement, she seemed to like this little game that was very helpful for cervical spine health.

Ethan's eyes narrowed.

Passing over the other's undulating head, he looked behind him.

Between ups and downs.

Again, there are no tattoos.

However, there are still many places that have not been checked, and I have to work hard to check them one by one to ensure that nothing is missed.

No way.

Society is too complicated, enemies are too dangerous.

For the sake of his own safety, he can only be cautious and cautious, cautious and cautious!

The water of the lake rippled and crashed against the shore.

Wave after wave.

At night, the Banshee Town Police Station.

Bunker patted the newcomer on the shoulder, grabbed the cold sandwich and took a bite, striding outside, his gaze pausing slightly as his gaze fell on Brock and Cruz, and then returning to his nonchalant appearance.

He walked past the two men with brisk steps.

The mayor has only been in office for a few days, and the most changes have been brought about by the Banshee Town Police Department, which has recruited two new people one after another.

All of them have served in the military, and their quality is quite good.

In fact, being a town police officer in a small town is also a pretty decent job, and the salary and benefits are not bad.

It's not people that's missing, it's money.

As long as the budget is given, recruiting people is a breeze.

I believe that it won't be long before the Banshee Town Police Station will become more lively, thinking of this, Bunker's action of chewing the sandwich slowed down a little, he really didn't want Watts to be an undercover agent among the two.

According to what he knows about Morgan.

If it is confirmed that he is undercover, it is estimated that the results of that person will not be very good.

Shaking his head, he hurried down the steps.

The lights of the patrol car pierced through the darkness and quickly stopped in front of Davis's Tavern, flicking the door shut, he looked at the Dodge Challenger parked next to him, and lifted his duty belt up the steps.

It's a time of year when the bar is lively.

Greeting people he knew, he came to the corner of the bar.

Small place, not so much exquisite.

As long as you take off the badge on your chest, others will know that you have left work, and despite wearing a police uniform and driving a patrol car, no one will say anything after drinking two beers.

"Mr. Mayor."

Nodding to Ethan, who was sitting in the corner, he waved to the candy inside.

Bunker then pulled out a barstool and sat down.

Picking up the beer that the other party had ordered in advance, he poured half a glass in one go, and then he hiccuped comfortably and vented the fatigue of the day.

After a period of rest, Davis' Bar reopened.

Aside from some new seats and benches, there is little difference from the original.

"How?"

Putting down the cup, Bunker pulled the basket of nuts over, picked up a cashew nut, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any progress on your plan?" ”

The glass shakes and the whiskey and ice cubes spin together.

Ethan drained the remaining wine in one gulp, and as soon as he put it back on the counter, the old bartender took out a bottle of aged bourbon from the counter below, and continued to pour him a large glass.

"Yes."

He reached out and grabbed the fruit basket, pinched a handful of almonds and put them in the palm of his hand, and threw them into his mouth unhurriedly:

"You can say no."

(End of chapter)