Louisiana, the small town of Rayville, is where his mother and sister lived after changing their identities.
The town of Rayville is a quiet town far away from the city. It is actually a large rural area in the United States. The pace of life is slow and there is no hustle and bustle of big cities. There are primary schools and middle schools in the town, and the work and life pressures are not great. It is a very
Cozy place.
Owen and Amanda had to fly to Orleans first, and then drive back to Rayville from Orleans. When the brother and sister came out of the exit, their mother and McCall were already waiting outside, waving to them.
Owen smiled and hugged his mother, then McCall. After Amanda hugged her mother, she high-fived McCall, and then chattered like a little sparrow.
McCall took Amanda's luggage, and the group walked toward the parking lot laughing and joking. Mother and Amanda walked in front, and Owen and McCall followed behind. Owen saw McCall looking at his mother with eyes full of joy.
Doting, it can be seen that their married life is very good.
"How are you doing there?" McCall asked casually.
Owen shrugged: "Still like that, beating and beating and beating and beating every day..."
"Oh, are you still busy saving the United States?"
"Haha, yes, busy saving the United States."
Irving and McCall both laughed. Ever since they accepted Irving's job as CTU, they often teased him about saving the United States, and Irving was used to it.
The group got into the car, McCall drove, and the car drove onto the road back to Rayville.
The scenery along the way is very good, but it takes a long time. It takes more than four hours to drive from New Orleans Airport to the small town of Rayville. At the beginning, Amanda kept talking, but soon she got tired. The car became quiet, and Owen also
After a day of flying, first from Washington to New York, and then from New York to New Orleans, he was already exhausted. After relaxing, the two of them fell asleep unconsciously.
Mother and the others had just moved to this small town not long ago. After their substitute was killed last time, Mother and the others moved again and moved here. McCall found this town. Mother likes young people like Amanda very much.
Obviously she prefers the city, but she went to college in New York, so the time she returned to this small town felt like a trip.
In a daze, Owen felt the car jolt. When he opened his eyes, he found that the car had entered the town and was driving on a country road. This was Owen's first time visiting the small town of Reville, and the scenery looked pretty good.
McCall had been driving for four hours but there was no look of fatigue on his face. Owen rubbed his face and sat up from the passenger seat. He looked back and found Amanda was still sleeping. Owen opened the window slightly.
A crack to let the wind blow in.
"I'll take your place, you take a rest..."
After the cold wind blew, Owen felt much more awake and spoke to McCall.
"It's okay, I'm not tired, and you don't know where I am."
McCall smiled and waved his hand, and Owen gave up. It was indeed his first time here and he didn't even know where his new home was. He only had a photo of the house that his mother had sent him.
There was a gas station ahead. McCall slowed down the car and approached the gas station, ready to refuel.
The gas station in the town was very small, with only one oil gun, and a pickup truck was refueling. This kind of vehicle was found in almost every house in rural areas. An old Ford sedan in front of them was lined up behind them, and McCall slowly
Slowed down the speed and got behind the Ford.
Feeling the car stop, Amanda in the back seat also sat up in a daze: "Are we there?"
"Not yet, honey, but soon..."
The mother answered with a smile, and McCall in the driver's seat rolled down the glass and waved to the gas station staff: "Hi, Nick..."
"Hi, McCall..."
It seems that McCall has met a lot of people in the two months since he moved here. The staff member who greeted him was a strong man wearing work clothes and with long hair. He saw McCall waving with his oil-stained hands.
I found a part-time car repair business at this gas station. The strong man was repairing a car that couldn't start no matter how hard he tried.
Owen was lying on the car window, boredly watching the first car in front of him refueling. The guy operating it was wearing jeans and a baseball cap. He looked ordinary in appearance. The other car was refueling. He could see through the glass of the pickup truck.
I saw a little girl sitting in the passenger seat, probably less than 10 years old, also wearing a baseball cap, she must be the daughter of the baseball cap.
The door of the red Ford at the back opened, and two guys who didn't look like good guys staggered out without closing the door. They glanced at Irving's car and then headed straight for the baseball cap in front of them.
Owen felt something was wrong and sat up straight. McCall next to him made a gesture. The mother behind him immediately helped Amanda wake up. At the same time, she reached into her handbag and held the handle of the Ruger lc9s. She had experienced several crises.
After that, the whole family developed the habit of being vigilant at all times, and mother and Amanda kept their guns close to their bodies. However, this time Amanda had to take a plane, so she left her gun at school.
"Hey, foreigner, I want to come on~~~"
The leader, a guy with short hair, was leaning on the pickup truck. He wore a baseball cap very close to him, looking provocative. The baseball cap didn't even look at him, and took a step back, as if he didn't want to cause trouble: "Wait a moment,
I ran out of it quickly."
"But I need it now."
The short-haired man took advantage of his situation, and his attitude in the baseball cap made him very unhappy. The long hair on his back also took the opportunity to step forward, as if he would take action if he disagreed.
The baseball cap remained silent, still not even looking at the short-haired man, and always facing him from the side. If Irving was a short-haired man, he would definitely weigh it at this time, because the reaction of the baseball cap was too abnormal, but the short-haired man didn't care at all.
These.
"Okay, you fill up the gas and drive away. Now it's my turn."
The long-haired man behind the short-haired man manually turned off the oil inlet switch, and the two of them looked at the baseball caps in a leisurely manner, with a stronger sense of looking for trouble.
This time, the baseball cap finally looked squarely at the short-haired man, stretched out his hand to push back the little girl who poked her head out of the car curiously, sighed, and seemed to be holding back and said: "No matter what you want to do, think about it again..."
The baseball cap's words made the short-haired man laugh out loud, and said to the long-haired man behind him in a teasing tone: "He asked me to think about it again, think about it again, hahaha..."
The baseball cap ignored the short-haired man and reached out to turn on the oil inlet switch again. This directly angered the short-haired man, and the long hair behind the short-haired man also came over.
"How about we go over there and have a chat, and I'll teach you what politeness is?"
The man with short hair glared angrily, almost sticking to his baseball cap. The baseball cap was filled with oil, and he turned sideways to leave, but the long hair forced him over, blocking his direction.
Both of them looked at their baseball caps provocatively, and it was obvious that they seemed to feel that they had a chance to win.
The three of them were almost face to face, and the baseball cap took a step back. The short-haired man took the opportunity to step forward and grab the oil gun, but the baseball cap did not prevent him from having an attack. He suddenly pulled out the oil gun and hit the short-haired man in the stomach.
Then, while the other person was bending down, he held his head with his side hand and hit the fire box hard.
The glass shattered and blood spilled all over the floor along with the glass shards. The short-haired man fell to the ground screaming in pain.