Late at night.

The lights in the old tavern were still on, but the music in the jukebox quickly stopped, leaving only the subtle movement of a knife and fork cutting beef.

"Bump."

The wooden door was pushed open.

Ethan just cut off the tender beef, dipped the sauce and put it in his mouth, "Officer Bunker, do I need to get you a serving?" ”

"Trust me."

Feeling the rich aroma of meat in his mouth, he strongly recommended: "The craftsmanship of candy fried steak is better than anyone you know, don't be polite, tonight's consumption is mine." ”

When the old bartender heard this, he immediately smiled.

"If you can." Bunker touched his empty belly and took off his duty belt: "Give me a copy too!" ”

The heavy duty belt was lowered to the bar with a muffled sound.

There was a thick smoke from this guy, which was the strange smell of water vapor after the wood had been burned.

Ethan wrinkled his nose and took a sip of whiskey: "How's it going?" ”

"Did you find anything?"

"Nope."

Bunker shook his head, grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself a glass: "The fire spread quickly, and when the fire truck came, the first floor was also engulfed in flames, and the sheriff meant to treat it cold, wait until someone reported it." ”

"Goo."

Pouring the whiskey in his hand down violently, he continued to pour the wine, gritted his teeth and said:

"Cruz, huh?"

"You already have the answer in your heart." Ethan shoved the last bite of beef into his mouth, pushing the plate with only some sauce left to the side.

"Sting~"

Inside the kitchen, the steak landed on the cast-iron pan with a soft sound.

The bar became quiet.

The male town policeman did not speak, and drank the wine in the glass one after another.

It was just a guess before, but now it has been confirmed that the impact on him is huge, after all, it is a colleague who gets along day and night, and he has also handed over his back to the other party at a critical time.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a solitary seller.

At the scene of the fire just now, he tried his best to control it so that he could look as usual.

Now there are just three of them in the bar, and they can finally vent their complicated feelings.

"Bang."

After the second glass of wine was gone, he paddled the thick glass to the bar and said with red eyes, "No wonder the Aryan Brotherhood people are always so hard to catch, and often flee the scene before we arrive. ”

"Either you catch someone who doesn't matter."

"Damn, it turns out that she has always been behind her back as Judas, why do you want to do this!"

"Money, faith."

Candy walked out of the kitchen with a steaming steak and placed it in front of Bunker and continued, "Who knows, but you know now that she's the enemy, that's enough, isn't it?" ”

"It's important."

The old bartender took out the cigar he had just put down, blew it back into scarlet, and put it in his mouth:

"What are you going to do?"

Said it was you, but in fact he only looked at Ethan.

Bunker's hand holding the knife hung in the air, and he looked at his immediate boss steadily, and although he was extremely angry, it was the other party who made the decision.

I don't know if I want Brock to take her down directly.

Or or.

Looking at the Glock on the other party's waist, the male town police officer swallowed his saliva very much.

He had no doubt in his heart that the other party could do something to make Kreuzer disappear directly, and killing people seemed to have no psychological pressure on this guy.

"Nothing happened tonight."

Ethan played with the wine glass in his hand and smiled, "What did you do to Cruz before, and it will be business as usual in the future." ”

"Don't change your attitude."

Patting Bunker on the shoulder, he said happily, "It's time to test your acting skills." ”

"Huh?"

The answer was completely unexpected.

Bunker and Candy Candy glanced at each other and continued to look at Mayor Mare with curious eyes.

"Now we know Cruz's identity, but she doesn't know we know." Taking a sip of wine, Ethan raised his eyebrows: "At this time, the role of keeping her is obviously greater." ”

"That's why I helped the undercover agent to corroborate this night, just to show that she is valuable."

"Damn, I lost tens of thousands of dollars."

Pouting, Ethan put the cup down and sneered, "As long as the information she provides is valuable, then she is very valuable on the side of the Aryan Brotherhood." ”

"When it counts, I can use Cruz to dig a big trap for the Brotherhood."

"If we kill her like this, it won't do us any good except to keep Watts on our toes."

"It's just a word."

He looked at Bunker and nodded slowly, "This person will be kept first, I will be useful." ”

Well, the latter shrugged.

This guy really had the idea of killing.

No matter what the other party wants to do, his own cooperation is, Bunker is a relatively calm character, and he definitely doesn't ask more about things that shouldn't be asked.

Anyway, I already know who the undercover agent is, and the initiative is in my own hands.

Don't worry about what can go wrong.

"Bang."

There was another muffled thud.

A thick, green stack of bills was steadily pressed against the bar by a large hand.

Looking at the stack of money, Bunker's eyes were a little straight.

Since leaving the brotherhood, he hasn't had so much money for many years, let alone putting it directly in front of him, this is a money society, and the impact of knife music is extraordinarily great.

"Here's fifty thousand."

Ethan held down the stack of money and pushed it in Bunker's direction, "Take it, it's yours." ”

A thick stack of money was pushed over, full of momentum.

Looking at the money, Candy smiled and wiped his wine glass with a towel without saying anything.

Bunker didn't expect this at all, he pulled his gaze back from the money with difficulty, and stammered, "Mr. Morgan, you know, I'm not in it for the money. ”

"I know."

Ethan patted his hand on the pile of money, his face full of smiles: "But there's no denying that you need money." ”

"This is just the beginning, don't be too little."

"I'll tell you a little secret, as long as it's someone who follows me, if nothing else, basically won't be poor, and you need to adapt from now on."

Wooing people can't just rely on lip service.

This thing also needs to have real money to pay, so that others can die for themselves, and Bunker must be rewarded for helping him find the undercover agent around him this time.

The value of this information is more than a million dollars in Ethan's eyes.

But now it's good to give 50,000.

The reward should also be appropriate, don't raise people's desires too high, and it will eventually backfire on you.

50,000 yuan is more than Bunker's annual salary, this amount is quite appropriate, and things will be done slowly in the future, step by step, in short, I can't treat this guy standing behind me.

(End of chapter)