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"Sheriff Morgan."

After a long silence, Roland breathed heavily and looked at Ethan: "There must be some misunderstanding here. This is not a suitable place for conversation."

"How about we change places?"

"I'll give you a reasonable explanation."

"No problem at all."

Standing up, Ethan put the pistol in his pocket and smiled happily: "You can choose the place, I don't have any objection."

What stands out is the confidence.

One is confidence in his own skills, and the other is Hank.

the reason is simple.

Knowing that there are people behind them, these guys don't dare to take action rashly, unless they are willing to throw away all their social connections and go into exile with a national wanted order on their backs.

Roland's eyes flickered when he saw the other party pocketing his gun.

This action means it’s okay to talk, and as long as you can talk, that’s a good thing.

"By the way, Sheriff Roland."

Ethan knocked on the table and said with a smile: "I came all the way to Jackson Park, you wouldn't mind treating me to breakfast, right?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Without even asking how much it was, Roland took out fifty dollars and threw it on the table.

After waking up the old black man again, several people walked out of the restaurant.

The guys' cars parked next to Ethan, and they walked over together.

"Sheriff Morgan."

Roland began to test: "Do you have a close relationship with Boyt?"

"This has nothing to do with you." When he came to the vehicle, Ethan stopped and said, "I think this is a good place to talk. Have you thought about taking away my $20?"

Roland was stunned by this sudden attack.

I originally wanted to find a place to sit down and have a good chat, but I didn't expect that the other party didn't play according to the routine at all.

He looked back and saw that the four people behind him had wisely moved away, leaving only two people standing face to face on the wasteland next to the restaurant.

"actually."

Roland pursed his lips and decided to test it again: "You keep saying that we rob your things, do you have any evidence?"

"My word is evidence."

Ethan took out his cigarette and lit it, and said impatiently: "Of course you don't have to admit it, I'll drive away right away."

"OK."

Roland raised his hands with a helpless expression: "You caught me, tell me, what do you want?"

The other party can come to your door like this.

He must be the same kind of person as himself, but the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"First, there are five of you." Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke and sneered: "I am a very talkative person, so I will leave you 15, and the remaining [-] will be given to me immediately."

Hearing this, Roland's expression changed.

This well-known Sheriff Morgan was actually more ruthless than the IRS. He and a group of people risked their lives to steal the money from a sole proprietor, only to get 20.

Even if the sole trader was protected by Boyte, it was impossible for all the money to belong to the other party.

The share ratio is generally between [-] and [-] percent.

The specific amount depends on strength.

But now he opens his mouth and wants to take away 15.

"You should feel grateful that I let you keep [-] yuan." Ethan said with a displeased look on his face: "If it weren't for your courage, I would have killed a few of you directly according to my character."

"That money is all mine."

What he said was sincere. Roland was also an old policeman and knew that the other party was definitely not telling lies.

This unhappy feeling could not be more real.

He took a step back and nodded grimly.

Of course Ethan was unhappy. No matter how much money he got back, it was just a pass.

It can't be reached by oneself.

"second."

Ethan stated the purpose of his trip: "You must do an act of goodwill for this wrong action."

"So-called kindness?" Roland licked his lips and asked quickly.

"There is a target." Ethan flicked the ash from his cigarette and raised his eyebrows: "I will provide you with the relevant information, and you and your people will get it done."

"Wait."

Raising his hands slightly again, Roland's eyes lit up: "Chief Morgan, I don't mean to disrespect you at all."

"Now that we're talking about business."

"So."

He swallowed his saliva and said in a thirsty voice: "How about we proceed as if we were talking about business? You ask Boyt to come over here, and I will talk to him face to face."

"Again."

Roland nodded seriously again: "This is my way of negotiating business, and I don't mean to disrespect you."

"You're a legend."

"I respect that."

He talks one thing after another and flies away.

Ethan looked at him coldly, which made Roland feel scared.

This guy is quite a talent.

Knowing how to seize the opportunity to turn bad things into good things, he turned his requests into business.

As long as it's business, then everyone is a partner.

With the protection of a strong chief and a powerful deputy chief of the Chicago Police Department, even if he temporarily sacrifices some benefits, he can earn more and more safely in the future.

I have to say, smart enough.

But he was too arrogant and did things too outrageously, and Ethan said he didn't like it.

"You are a wise man."

Ethan flicked off his cigarette and rang the car button: "But it will take a while for Director Boyt to arrive. Let's find a place to wait."

This requirement is within the intelligence team's plan.

Anyway, as long as Roland can be trapped, it doesn't matter.

"no problem."

The other party did not refuse his request, which made Roland smile: "Chief Morgan, please follow my car. Your 15 will be ready soon."

Under his arrangement, a white police officer quickly drove away.

The other three people followed Roland into the car.

Ethan drove the Cadillac and followed the other party's vehicle around, and stopped in front of an old building.

He took out his mobile phone and sent the location.

The door closed.

Several people got out of the car one after another, and Ethan smiled dumbly when he saw the sign above.

"Eastern European Sauna"

Several large characters were in ruins, and he stared at Roland playfully.

Mortal wisdom.

I want to use this method to check whether there are bugs on my body without leaving any trace, but we are all in the same industry, so this method is too childish.

"The weather is cold now, so it would be nice to take a sauna."

Roland spread his hands and said with a smile: "The boss here is my friend. He can arrange very good services and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

"Oh?"

Ethan doesn't like anything but service.

He smiled, then waved his hand and said, "I hope it's the same as what you said. In fact, in our industry, it's necessary to learn to relax properly. You can't be tense all the time."

"Yes, yes."

Roland nodded immediately, and several people next to him also laughed.

Even the old black guy with earrings covered his swollen cheeks and let out a forced laugh.

Carter behind him laughed and felt suspicious at the same time.

Was this person really arranged by his uncle?No matter how you look at it, he looks more like a gangster than Roland, and several orders of magnitude higher.

But they all mentioned Boyette, so it should be right.

With many little question marks, he followed everyone and walked slowly up the stairs. (End of chapter)