Sleepless nights.

Until it was dark and the roar of the lawn mower sounded, Maggie just sat on the couch and stared blankly at the TV with the dancing snowflakes.

Her son lay asleep on his lap.

Make a subtle breathing sound.

The movement in the basement had been going on for a long time, and it had already stopped.

But Maggie was still motionless, on the verge of collapse, forcibly controlling herself and waiting for the answer.

"Knock~"

Heavy footsteps rang out, and they kept moving upward.

The sound made her heart almost shrink, her neck turned like rust, and Maggie's eyes glazed over as she stared at the door leading to the basement.

Soon, the figure flickered.

I saw Calvin, dressed in civilian clothes and clean, appear in front of her.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Maggie seemed to be falling into the abyss, empty, without a trace of sustenance.

"I'm hungry."

Calvin had a big smile on his face, rubbed his stomach and said, "Can you make me something to eat?" ”

"Hmm."

Maggie nodded slightly, she lifted her son away from her, carefully placed him on the sofa, and helped him adjust his sleeping position.

Light the stove and pour olive oil into the pot.

A few eggs knocked in.

Cut off the edges of the toast, leaving only the fluffy part in the middle.

The bacon taken out of the bag was also put into the pan, and the eggs were carefully fried, all in an orderly manner, just like countless mornings in the past.

Subconscious actions support all this.

Breakfast was prepared quickly.

Omelettes, pan-fried bacon and toast slices are neatly arranged on white plates, and stainless steel cutlery is also placed in corresponding positions.

With two glasses of chilled orange juice ready, the two also sat down at the table.

Outside the window, the grass is green, and cars pass by from time to time.

The sun was exceptionally shining.

It looks like it's putting people in a good mood.

It was true for Calvin, who squinted his eyes to enjoy the warm sunlight that fell on him, and then reached to the side to shake it, grabbing his wife's cold hand.

"I know what you're thinking."

Looking at the dry tears on Maggie's face, he rubbed the other party's hands distressedly: "I didn't expect that my father-in-law would come over and want to kill me in my own place!" ”

"Don't worry."

He gently patted the back of his wife's hand again: "From now on, we will live our own lives, and no one will bother us." ”

"Hmm."

Maggie snorted again, a smile on her face.

Looking at the breakfast in front of him, Calvin had a great appetite, and quickly grabbed his knife and fork and enjoyed it.

Maggie also grabbed the cutlery and mechanically put it in her mouth.

It wasn't until her husband finished his breakfast, and it wasn't until he walked out the door with a black plastic bag the size of a watermelon and drove away in a car that he stopped chewing.

"Gott~"

Rushing to the sink, the woman let out a heart-rending vomit.

After half ringing.

Only then did he sit on the floor weakly.

In the past ten minutes, when there was no movement outside the house, Maggie mustered up all the strength to get up, gasped and ran to the living room to pick up the child, grabbed the car keys and hurriedly left the house.

The car sped away and headed straight for the Banshee Town Police Station.

When she broke through the glass door of the police station, she staggered and almost fell to the ground, until she saw Bunker running in a hurry, and the strength she was holding on broke down.

"Calvin, crazy!"

Grabbing Bunker's collar, Maggie shouted a word, and her eyes closed and fainted.

The entire Banshee Town Police Station was suddenly in a mess.

Town Hall Office.

Ethan is bipoded on his desk, smoking a cigar given to him by old Roger, holding a photograph in his hand.

The photo shows a resolute-faced man wearing a New York Police Department hat on his head

Last night.

Jaber finally managed to monitor an unfamiliar number.

It was made from Watts' personal mobile phone, and not long after the destruction of the independence factory, the owner of the number had been confirmed, and it was Simmons, the leader of the black police organization HR.

At such an important time, Watts will only contact his upline as soon as possible.

Then by extrapolation from this, some things are already clear.

Simmons was able to follow the vine and continue to search until the person hiding behind him was found.

Last night's fake trade by Reese ended in failure, of course, but in fact, with the NYPD as a follow-up, there is no way to take Simmons, but there is one thing that works the same.

Harold and others also want to find out the guy behind Simmons.

So let go of each other, and it will coincide.

As for the videotape that the little girl listened to, it was in Harold's custody for the time being, and it didn't mean much to have that thing even if it could convict Simmons.

That's not what they wanted, and it wasn't what Ethan wanted.

With a puff of cigar smoke, he smiled and put Simmons' picture back in the drawer, now that he had found the person behind him, there was no need for Watts to exist, and he could take that guy down at any time.

As for whether it is legal or illegal, it doesn't matter to you.

As long as you can achieve your goal.

Open the folder, and you have to deal with the town's affairs.

"Hum~"

The phone that was set aside vibrated violently.

"This is Morgan!"

Picking up his phone, he looked at Brock's caller number and pressed it to answer.

"Hmm."

"Uh-huh???"

His face changed, and he stood up suddenly: "I'll go over right now!" ”

Hang up the phone and pick up your car keys.

After a brief explanation to Jenny, he drove the Dodge Challenger in the direction of the police station, and in less than two minutes, he stopped at the Banshee Town Police Station.

Hurriedly pushed open the glass door and walked in quickly.

"Hey~ Stand back!"

"I'm sorry."

"Damn, I don't need to apologize, Officer Bunker, why don't you look at your friends and follow me all the time?"

"Sorry, please wait."

"Fake, Bunker, I need to go to the bathroom, why wait, are you crazy!"

As soon as I walked into the hall of the police station, I saw the two arguing.

Bunker kept a straight face and stood in front of Cruz resolutely, without the slightest intention of getting out of the way.

The latter, on the other hand, looked furious and waved his hands.

The others looked at the two people in the confrontation at a loss, not understanding why they had just found a place for Bunker's friend to lie down and rest, and the guy got into an argument with Cruz.

"Shut up!"

It was noisy early in the morning, especially when he saw Ethan walk into the police station and watch the scene, which made Brock growl: "Shut up!! ”

The sheriff was furious, and the entire police station suddenly fell silent.

"Mayor Morgan."

Brock glanced at the two men disapprovingly, then nodded outside.

"Good morning, Mayor Morgan."

"Hey, Ethan."

With a greeting, the mayor walked up to the two guys. (End of chapter)