Kicker's words continued intermittently, but Baker was no longer in the mood to continue listening.

Am I being fooled?

Baker narrowed his eyes.

Good guy, he was a human being for two lives. Baker dared not say that he had never been fooled by others, but in this life, since Baker just came to New York and personally destroyed a bastard family who said it would rain on the rain, no one dared to talk nonsense in front of him.

at the moment?

Baker only felt that his anger was rising infinitely, and his mentality, which had just calmed down for a month, collapsed completely.

Jason Budd.

Congratulations.

Your whole family can go to hell to reunite.

Baker came back to his senses and looked at Kike tied in the air.

Kirk remained motionless.

Hang up?

Baker stood up, shook his right hand, raised Kike's head with his left hand, and with a pop, he poured a bottle of blood-red and blood-red duel blood bottle on his right hand into Kike's mouth.

Ten seconds later!

"ah!"

Kirk's eyes opened wide in an instant, and he was breathing heavily. Jesus Christ, he had just arrived at a river, and the god of death on the river, who was full of his body in the black robe.

"laugh!"

"Dong!"

Baker threw out a card, cut off the rope hanging on Kike, and helped Kike up with a smile: "Sorry."

Kicker looked at the enthusiastic smile on Baker's face and opened his mouth, but he could not say anything.

This is a cruel person.

He is a really cruel person.

Ten minutes later.

Baker and this Kik turned the sword into porch. Baker patted his chest and said to Kik that Adam was the younger brother he had grown up, and Adam's friend was Baker's friend. I hope Kik would not care about what had just happened.

What can Kicker say?

My more than 20 subordinates were shot and killed without asking you. What can I say? Tell me.

Also, when did Adam have such a ruthless man become friends?

No matter how much Kicker thinks, the most basic expression needs to be made. He really has no idea of ​​revenge with Baker.

How can they take revenge if they swept through the old nest with one shot?

Sigh!

Kicker's eyebrows trembled.

Baker tore off a check with five million and handed it to Kicker: "I have always been very particular about my work and have clear grudges. These five million are my apology. Of which, two million are yours, and the remaining three million are for those brothers who were unfortunately sent to hell in advance by me. Is there any problem?"

Kicker looked at the check in his hand and shook his head like a wave.

If you don't have money, you will have problems.

But if you have money, you have nothing to do with money.

And it's a huge check of five million!

Seeing this, Baker also had a smile on his face: "Of course, there is a condition for the five million I give you."

Kicker looked up directly: "You said."

Very good at it.

He is backbone but also very striking, and Adam makes good friends.

Baker thought so and looked directly at Kicker and said, "I will see Jason Bud's family here at this time tomorrow, remember, it's a family."

Kicker thought what was his request, but when he heard it was this, he immediately remembered the culprit who had caused such grievances. He suddenly became angry: "Don't worry, at this time tomorrow, I guarantee that his family will be reunited here."

Baker patted Kicker's shoulder with satisfaction and turned around: "Remember, you and I met at a business cocktail party. I am optimistic about your construction business. In order to help young people with aspiring, I will give you 10 million. Remember to pay the tax on this money."

After saying that.

Under Keke's gaze, Baker's body slowly faded until it disappeared without a trace.

...

In the afternoon.

A fiery red sports car parked at the door of the Chicago Police Department's Twenty-first District Police Department.

Push the door and get out of the car.

Baker took off his sunglasses and walked straight inside. As for whether the vehicle blocked the police station, that was not a problem. Not to mention a ticket for three hours, it didn't matter if it was a ticket for one second.

Just donate it to the police station for charity.

Since that New York Police Department hosted a cocktail party, all the money Baker donated to the New York Police Department can buy a fighter jet.

The inquiry desk that came in at the police station was not the older policeman Trudy Pratt, but a young policewoman, Kim Burgess.

Baker stepped forward.

Kim Burgess, who had just recovered from his injury and was transferred to a civilian job, looked at Baker, a handsome guy in the suit, and asked, "Hello..."

Baker smiled and his gentlemanly demeanor was undoubtedly revealed: "Hello, I'll find Hank Boyt."

"Look for Sheriff Boyt?"

"Yes."

“Are there any reservations?”

"No, but if you ask, I believe he met me."

"Your name..."

"Baker, Baker Morton!"

"Moton?"

King looked up at Baker who was talking. If she remembered correctly, it seemed that Erin's surname was Morton.

Baker seemed to see through King's thoughts and smiled: "Yes, I am Erin's brother."

Kim Huishen smiled at Baker, then grabbed the phone next to him.

Five minutes later.

The iron bar on the second floor on the left side of the hall opened, and Hank Boyt appeared at the iron bar and said to King: "He can come up."

Baker said thank you to King, and then walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

Second floor.

Intelligence team members gathered.

They were confused about something, it was very simple. In the past, if such a big thing happened, Hank would work overtime to find the most popular ones.

But this time?

Since Erin came back, Hank directly closed the case with gang revenge.

This is very unusual.

Just as the police officers of the intelligence team were sitting in their seats and pondering, Hank came up, and he was also leading a rich blonde man in a suit and ties.

Erin, who was sitting at her desk, saw Beck coming up and immediately stood up: "Why are you here?"

Baker looked in his pockets: "I said, if you don't give it, I'll get it myself."

Erin walked out of her desk and lowered her voice: "This is the Chicago Police Department."

Jay Horsted also occupied Erin's side, trying to give Baker a strong pressure with his body shape and ambition hormones.

but……

"Jay Horstead, male, 27 years old, was born on August 12, his father Dylan Horstead...mother...graduated...was an investigator in the Gangster Crime Investigation Section. Last year, he was transferred to the Chicago Police Department's District 21 Intelligence Unit."

Baker looked at Jay, who was blocked by Erin with a calm expression and said, "Am I right?"

Hank next to him touched his lips and looked at Baker: "Child, you're even more terrible than you were nine years ago."

Baker looked at Hank, smiled, and shrugged: "Thank you, there is no way. Although I don't agree with some of your views, I had a good relationship with you when I was in New York."

Paused.

Baker seemed to think of something: "Oh, by the way, last Christmas, I donated 500,000 to nypd. Obviously, your subordinate seemed to submit his resume to nypd last year."

Hank: "…"
Chapter completed!