Boom!

Erin got out of the car and pushed open the door of the room. At first glance, she saw her brother Baker sitting on the sofa and watching today's Chicago Evening Newspaper.

Bend your knees.

Go straight!

"Bang!"

"boom!"

Baker avoided Erin's attack, looked at the sofa that was kicked down, and smiled: "I really grew up, and I dared to attack my brother."

If this is the other person, the death penalty will be basically declared based on this move alone.

But Erin?

My sister is not good, so she can only educate her.

And you also need to control the intensity of education. If you accidentally use too much force and hurt your sister, it will be completely hurting your sister's body and your brother's heart.

This may be the sadness of being a big brother.

but……

It takes a price to take action, and even my sister is no exception!

Baker took off his coat and walked out the door: "Okay, let me see, how is your fighting skills?"

Erin followed Baker silently and walked outside.

In the courtyard at the door.

Baker seemed to be strolling in the garden and hooking his hand towards Erin who was walking down.

Erin braked instantly.

boom!

The fist came out and rushed straight to Baker.

but……

The moment Baker dodged, his right finger flicked directly on the joint of Erin's arm and said coldly: "Save two points when you punch and give ten points. That's a reckless man. Are you a reckless man?"

Erin swept her legs.

Baker directly hooked: "The lower plate is unstable, don't learn how to play leg skills. If you want to be cruel, you can chop your feet up."

"and!"

Baker shook his right hand, hating the gun in his hand, and directly pressed on Erin's head who was about to make another boxing move.

"If you can use a gun, don't be foolish about playing melee battles with others."

Baker put away the hatred gun with expressionless expression, looked at Erin and shook his head as if he was looking at his unscrupulous sister: "Since you know me, you should also know how many black boxers roared at me to fight one-on-one. Have I ever appeared? Why is my sister so stupid?"

Erin was angry: "You..."

Just then.

Two sounds of vehicles came from the other side of the road.

soon.

A black Chevrolet sport car drove over.

Not long.

A blonde girl with jeans and thighs got out of the car and whistled at Erin: "Beauty, do you need me to call the police for you?"

Erin looked at Barbara.

Who is this?

Baker looked at Barbara in confusion and asked, "Why are you here?"

Barbara smiled and took her bag of luggage out of the back seat, closed the door, and approached: "Who asked you to do bad things secretly here again? I won't come to see you, so as not to cause any trouble."

Said.

Barbara rolled his eyes to Baker: "I really thought I could do it without restraint when I got home. This is not New York."

When Baker asked Barbara to inquire about someone's information in Chicago, Barbara noticed Chicago's every move on the dark side.

When a reward appeared at the InterContinental Hotel Chicago, Barbara realized it.

Needless to say.

It must be some idiot who provoked a killer again.

Barbara threw her backpack to Baker.

Baker's face turned dark after taking it.

Good guy, what do I think?

Door boy?

Just as Baker was about to get angry, Barbara had already pulled Erin next to her and walked into the house.

Enter the house.

Barbara looked at Erin next to her and then said with a few helplessness and curiosity: "He came back this time to attend the funeral. It's great, and someone got offended him just one day?"

Erin held Barbara's ID in her hand: "Are you an FBI agent?"

Barbara laughed and said, "Don't it?"

Erin nodded: "You know my brother so much, which means that you know my brother's affairs too?"

Barbara rolled her eyes and smiled, "Believe me, I know him, I must know more than you."

"Then you and my brother?"

"Above friends, aren't in a relationship?"

"Dong!"

Baker almost staggered into the house and said, "Hey, why do you tell anyone that you don't have this? Even in the future, my wedding will not have her invitation."

After nine years of separation, he just came back and had sex with his brother the next day. If he weren't his biological sister, Beck would rather not have such a sister.

Want an invitation?

You're just thinking about nothing.

Barbara looked at Baker who went upstairs after saying something, smiled, and winked at Erin beside her and said, "It's okay, I'll invite you then."

Erin no longer knows what to say.

She thought of Josie.

I thought of Sira, who was named after their mother.

Then.

Erin could only reluctantly smile at Barbara's invitation.

Half an hour later.

After hearing Erin's story, Barbara came to the door of Baker's room and knocked on the door: "Can I come in?"

"cannot."

Barbara pushed the door straight in.

Baker, standing on the small balcony of his room, turned around and looked expressionless: "I remember what I said was no."

"Then I heard it wrong, sorry."

“…”

Barbara came over and looked at Baker with her arms in her arms to speak.

Baker said directly: "You know what I like and don't like to listen to, so think clearly."

Barbara laughed and said, "I'll just ask one question."

Baker turned around.

"Did you come back as Baker Morton, or as Hello Morton?"

"What do you think?"

"You must have returned with Baker Morton, but, in my eyes, you returned with Hayro Morton."

In Barbara's eyes, Baker Morton symbolizes reason, while Hero Morton symbolizes unscrupulous order.

Barbara tilted her head and looked at Baker: "I've heard Erin say things. You don't believe Erin or the Chicago Police Department. Then, leave this matter to me."

Baker was slightly suspicious: "What do you want to do?"

"It's very simple." Barbara approached Baker with a smile on her face: "I'm trying to control you, don't you see?"

Baker's face turned slightly dark.

Barbara laughed and said, "Why are you changing your name and appearance? You won't even change your personality. Just now you've come back and Chicago is almost full of storms. Are you planning to self-destruct your identity and let everyone know your weaknesses?"

Baker sneered: "I used a vest to place an order, and, do they dare?"

Barbara shrugged: "I didn't know before, because you didn't have any weaknesses in their eyes, but now, do you dare to gamble?"

Baker squinted his eyes.

This time he placed an order with a customer vest prepared by InterContinental Hotel a long time ago, and it was a mature vest. Basically, the vest would place an order every six months, ranging from individual to family needs.

Very safe.

Baker dared to promise, but he couldn't guarantee that there would be a second person who would rather kill the wrong person than let go of Barbara.

so.
Chapter completed!