My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 427 Informant Fee

Ethan took the lead in picking up the wine glass and raised it high:
"First, to Horstead."

Everyone raised their glasses and bumped into each other: "Horstead."

"Boom bang."

Just as the sound of the wine glass being settled on the table sounded, Ethan raised another glass: "The second glass, to the silencer."

When the voice fell, everyone froze.

Facing their puzzled eyes, Ethan shrugged and said, "May he remember to stay away from us and Chicago in his next life."

"Hahaha."

"Yes."

"To the silencer."

At the end of the second round, half of the cups on the table had disappeared.

This time it was Ruzek's turn, he impatiently picked up the cup, and said murderously, "Whatever you want to toast with this cup, I must put down one tonight."

There was a loud laugh on the table, and they picked up the wine glasses after him.

Back at the house, Ethan closed the door and drew the curtains.

Check the phone, there is nothing abnormal.

During this period of time, he had already installed the security system sent by Jaber, and came to a strange place, and the protection measures he should have were still indispensable.

He took out the remaining half bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, and then brought out a box of ice cubes from the refrigerator.

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, he raised his palm to the table.

"Bang bang bang!"

With just a wave of his hand, more than a dozen packs of banknotes appeared out of thin air and fell on the table.

Flipping my palm again, the money counter I bought on the way to the hospital appeared in my hand.

Putting down the machine, Ethan rubbed his hands and counted excitedly.

Windfall money is always so pleasing.

Those peddlers had already divided the face value of the banknotes. After about half an hour, the amount was counted, and there was a total of about 60 in cash.

It can be regarded as a small gain.

After wrapping up all the money, Ethan quickly touched it with his fingers, and the money on the table disappeared quickly.

Half a month passed quickly.

After get off work, Ethan drove to the rehabilitation center.

Miranda's addiction wasn't too serious. After half a month of treatment, Ethan received a call asking him to come pick him up.

The car stopped slowly, and Ethan tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, waiting patiently.

After just a short while, he discovered something interesting.

On the right hand side is the celibacy center.

But on the left, at the corner of the street, there were two or three old blacks leaning against the wall and yawning.

Ethan dared to bet with the python on his waist that those old blacks were definitely street dealers.

The scene in front of me is not only interesting, but also somewhat magical.

But for this kind of thing, he didn't bother to get out of the car, and he definitely couldn't find any unique products on those people, and those things were usually put on the side.

Trash cans, drain covers, or nearby benches.

In these places, you can definitely find some unique products.

It's useless to find it, unless the police are asked to go undercover for fishing, but the amount usually comes out within ten days and half a month.

These street vendors are like flies, chasing one away, and then flying back one after another.

It couldn't be cleaned up anyway.

After waiting for a few minutes, the iron door opened.

Miranda came out through the crack of the door, holding her bag in both hands, looking at the outside world nervously.

"Yo."

A street vendor across the street yelled, "Girl, do you need something?"

Damn, this is too much of a jerk.

"Boom."

Ethan closed the car door and strode over: "Hey, let me ask you, do you fuckers need something?"

Seeing the police badge and pistol on his waist, the traffickers scattered away.

After two or three strokes, it disappeared without a trace.

When Bolt saw it, he would feel inferior.

Ethan shook his head, turned and returned.

There were crisp footsteps, and Miranda rushed forward quickly, hugging him tightly.

"Hey."

Ethan patted her butt unceremoniously: "You are recovering well, you are a little fatter than before."

"Thank you."

Miranda turned in a circle, showing off her figure.

Compared with half a month ago, her mental and physical state is completely different.

The long-lost vitality also returned to her.

"Get in the car."

Ethan patted the roof of the car, turned around and got in the car.

"Where's Danny?" Miranda asked nervously as soon as she got into the car.

"He's in a foster school for children."

Ethan turned the steering wheel and continued, "I would find time to visit him every one or two days. There are many children there, and he had a great time."

If it wasn't for Hank's relationship, he really couldn't find a place to put Danny up.

"As long as he is safe." Miranda loosened her clenched fist:

"You have done so much for us, I don't know how to repay you."

"Don't say that."

Ethan glanced at her: "Do you have any other relatives you can rely on?"

"The people in the solitary rehabilitation center told me that they suggested that you change your environment to live. Although I believe you, you should no longer contact the people you met in Chicago."

"I understand." Miranda nodded:

"I have an aunt in Wyoming. I have contacted her and bought the tickets in advance. I am waiting for the long-distance bus."

This action is really fast enough, it seems that he really wants to leave this sad place.

"very good."

Ethan nodded with a smile: "Start your new life over there."

"Ah."

Miranda bit her lip and glanced at him, then quickly stretched out her hands.

"Shh."

The zipper was pulled open by Miranda in an instant, and she immediately buried her head down.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The Cadillac shook violently, but Ethan quickly returned to normal.

The feeling of being wrapped by his lips made his scalp itchy.

"You don't have to do that."

He took a deep breath and put a hand on the back of Miranda's head: "I'm not here to help you."

"I know."

Miranda let go and said vaguely: "This is what I want to do. If you are a gentleman, just keep your mouth shut."

After speaking, she swirled vigorously.

Ethan couldn't help stepping on the accelerator, and then quickly released it to slow down the speed of the car.

At Union Station, the Cadillac slowly pulls to a stop.

"Uncle Morgan, if you have a chance, you must visit us." Turning around, Miranda's child looked at him expectantly.

During this time, Ethan went to see him when he was free, and a relationship was established between the two.

Danny knew he was leaving, with reluctance in his eyes.

"Don't worry, there will always be a chance."

Ethan rubbed his head with a smile: "You sit down first, I have a few words to say to your mother."

"Ok."

Danny sat back obediently, holding the baseball glove Ethan gave him.

"You deserve these."

Ethan reached out his hand and took out a bank card from his pocket. He was responsible for Miranda's affairs during this period, and opening a card was a piece of cake.

He stretched out his hand: "I registered you as an informant, this is the informant fee for the seizure of the silencer."

"$10 million."

"Here is enough for you to start a new life, take it."

Miranda wanted to refuse, but her financial difficulties made her unable to say so. After all, she borrowed the money for the ticket from her friends.

"It's ok."

Ethan stuffed the card into her hand: "Everything you and Danny have gone through, you deserve it, don't feel embarrassed, this is a reward from the bureau."

"Thank you."

Miranda didn't know how many times she thanked the man in front of her, but she still felt that it wasn't enough.

While thanking him repeatedly, he hugged him tightly.

Watching Miranda and Danny disappear into the crowd holding hands, Ethan lit a cigarette.

Passengers came and went, and the scarlet lights in the car flickered on and off.

The ringtone of the mobile phone broke the silence in the car. He stretched out his finger and swipe lightly: "This is Ethan Morgan."

"I'm Erin, I have an urgent case."

"Okay, send me the address."

After hanging up the phone, Ethan started the car, and the Cadillac roared and drove quickly into the night of Chicago.

　Thank you brother uoduck for the reward, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)