While the father and son were talking and comforting each other, Luo Ang had already arrived at the middle and rear of the bus.

He bent down and patted Frank's shoulder, who was lying on the ground.

"oh!"

Frank trembled in fear and waved his hands wildly in front of him.

It wasn't until I realized that the person in front of me was the kid I had communicated with before that I felt calm.

However, his constantly flashing eyes could reveal his inner uneasiness.

It seemed that the shootout that had just occurred in the car had left a deep enough shadow in the heart of this once arrogant alcoholic.

However, this is better!

Roang did not comfort the frightened Frank like a normal person, but looked back to the left and right.

After making sure that no one was paying attention to him for the time being, he squatted down and approached Frank with a weird smile on his face.

"Frank Gallagher, I think you should know what you are going to do next, right?"

Seeing the non-smiling look on Roang's face, Frank's throat moved and he nodded hurriedly: "Of course, I understand, I understand, I will do as you say, don't worry, I will leave the matter you said to me.

There won't be any problems, I promise!"

Roang didn't pay too much attention to his guarantee. After experiencing the close gun battle, he believed that Frank would never dare to think about the stolen money again. No normal person would do this.

So, he reached out and wanted to pat the drunkard on the shoulder and say a few words of comfort.

It's not that Roang is soft-hearted, but that he doesn't want Frank to panic too much and let the police detectives outside notice anything unusual.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Frank shrank back in horror.

This made his hand freeze in mid-air, and in the end he could only slap it on the other person's thigh, and said softly: "There is a dark travel bag just under the seats three rows in front of you. All you have to do is take it.

, and then send it to 2119 52nd Street.”

"No. 2119?"

Looking at Frank's confused eyes, Luo Ang said helplessly: "It's your home, idiot!"

"Oh, I understand, I will take good care of it at home, don't worry!"

Frank realized that No. 2119 52nd Street was his house. Why had he forgotten this? He hurriedly patted his chest to assure himself.

Luo Ang found that he had been squatting here for a long time, and Irene, who was guarding the door of the bus, began to look around, seeming to have the idea of ​​​​taking a closer look.

So, he imitated the villain in his previous movie, with a gloomy face, deliberately lowered his voice, and threatened the drunkard.

"You'd better make sure there's nothing wrong with what's inside, otherwise... hum..."

Seeing Frank's face turn pale and frightened, he felt that his threat should be in place.

After patting his thigh again, feeling the trembling under his palm, Luo Ang stood up, and the look on his face changed, turning into a slightly frightened one looking to survive the disaster.

Then he strode towards the front of the bus, hugged Irene before she could speak, and muttered something.

"Oh My God!"

"It was so scary just now. Are you okay? Erin!"

The girl who was hugged by him turned a little red, her originally probing eyes softened, and she started talking to Luo Ang in a low voice.

Behind him, Frank, who had witnessed the speed of Roang's face change, pinched his thigh in fear, letting the pain dissipate his fear, and then slowly bent over to the row of seats where Matteo was sitting.

While Roang was hugging Irene and talking, blocking the view ahead, he quietly found the dark travel bag left by Matteo and was about to pick it up with one hand.

Unexpectedly, the weight in the bag was unexpectedly heavy, so I had to hold it with both hands and carry it on my back.

Damn it, how much money is in this bag and it's so heavy.

Frank glanced in front of him, at Roon's not-so-thick back, and thought to himself, this kid looks like he is going to take advantage of others.

When did the South Side come out? Such a person who has a good relationship with the Chicago Police Department and is also related to the GD people. I wonder if the South American who just fired the gun was tricked by this kid?

Although the fear of the gun battle still remained in Frank's heart, after holding a bag of cash in his own hand, he felt uneasy about the current situation and his restless heart still beat rapidly.

if……

With a hint of bold idea, Frank came to the bus door tremblingly.

Before the vigilant Antonio and Irene could speak, Roang took the initiative to help him out.

"This guy is a rotten drunkard. I just found him asleep on the floor behind the seat..."

With that said, Roang patted Frank on the shoulder and motioned for him to leave quickly.

"Go back to sleep quickly. You are really lucky. If you wake up earlier, the South American's bullet may appear in your chest!"

Frank was acting very well at the moment. He scratched his head with a confused look on his face, as if he didn't know what happened in the bus at all, and muttered, "What the fxxk is going on here?"

"Shouldn't I go to Chicago? Damn it..."

Then he held on to the side escalator of the door and got off the bus. His steps were not very agile, but unexpectedly he walked steadily towards the distance.

Luo Ang glanced at his retreating back, and then said to Eileen, who had broken away from his arms: "Lindsey, your performance just now was really great, great!"

Erin looked calm, and even jokingly said: "Of course, I saw your figure rushing out. How did it feel to hit that guy on the head with a baseball bat?"

Luo Ang pretended to be thinking and said hesitantly: "Maybe it's like cracking walnuts?"

"Hahaha……"

Irene covered her mouth and smiled, then started to pull Luo Ang out of the car.

Leaving the not-so-spacious environment of the bus, Luo Ang looked at the vehicles coming and going on the road that had been opened to traffic on the other side, and couldn't help but stretch.

Finally, this guy Matteo has been dealt with, and the money has been safely obtained. Now only Ba Zhao is left, how should I entertain him...

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and out of the corner of his eye, Luo Ang suddenly noticed that Irene's hands were trembling slightly.

It turns out that she was also scared...

Luo Ang's face was startled, and before the patrolman guarding the perimeter came over, he suddenly hugged Eileen again, and whispered in her ear under her puzzled gaze.

"Put your hands in your pockets, you're doing a great job, Lindsay!"

After saying that, he let go of the girl in his arms and walked towards the oncoming Hank.

Behind her, her trembling hands slowly retracted into the pockets on both sides. With a smile on her face, the girl looked at Luo Ang.

Talking quietly to Hank.

Really, it hasn’t changed at all, still so gentle...

Luo Ang had no time to guess what the girl was thinking.

He has more important things to solve now.

He has to talk to Hank Boyt, this damn guy who turns his back on people and refuses to recognize anyone else, and let this shameless old bastard complete the agreement he made with himself!

This old bastard, after receiving the news that Matteo had been killed, made arrangements immediately to send Adras Díaz to trial immediately.

They completely failed to follow the agreement between the two and wanted to give Luo Ang a chance to visit Ba Zhao!

You are a fxxki!

This was Luo Ang's first words after the two faced each other.

If Roang hadn't noticed that Hank glanced at him from time to time, and then whispered something to the guy next to him, named Halstead, and realized something was wrong and rushed to question him, Hank would have arranged for Ba Zhao to be sent to prison!
Chapter completed!