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"clatter."

Ethan waved his arm and snapped his fingers at Nadia:

"Help Detective Olinsky book a romantic restaurant. It needs to be high-end. The budget should be less than two thousand dollars. Ask me for reimbursement."

"OK."

Nadia quickly picked up the phone and made a reception gesture: "No problem, leave it to me."

"Hey."

Olinsky spread his hands and said, dumbfounded: "What are you doing?"

"Don't take it to heart." Ethan put down the stapler cheerfully: "We are friends, just treat it like I'm inviting you to dinner."

"oh?"

Before Olinsky could speak, a voice sounded from behind: "So, you are good at picking up girls?"

This voice sounds a bit erratic.

And with some gnashing of teeth.

Ethan blinked and continued to snap his fingers at Nadia: "Book another steakhouse for me. I lost the bet with Detective Lindsay last time, and I still owe her a meal."

"What about Michael Jordan?"

Nadia asked with a smile on her lips.

"ah?"

Ethan was stunned for a moment, shrugged and said: "Very good, in that field, he is the person sitting on the top of the mountain."

Ask her to make a restaurant reservation and ask herself how Jordan is.

Ethan couldn't keep up with this idea.

"Just Michael Jordan." Erin walked behind him and said fiercely to Nadia: "You come too, he lost to the two of us in the last bet, so there is no need to be polite to him."

The other party heard what he just said, and Ethan didn't dare to refute it now.

Spread your hands towards Nadia and let Eileen do whatever you want.

"That's the name of a steakhouse, and it tastes pretty good." Seeing Ethan's confused look, Atwater explained: "It's also owned by Michael. If you're lucky, you can still see him."

"correct."

He grinned his big white teeth and asked cheerfully: "Boss, could it be that you also lost a bet with me, but you just can't remember it for a while?"

"Here."

Without saying anything, Ethan gave him a middle finger.

While a few people were chatting, Horsted and Rusek ran up from the stairs. The former shook his head and said: "Contrary to that manager, this guy is an old man and ignores any threats from us."

"Looking at him, he's not afraid of anything."

At the arrest scene just now, Ethan felt that the old black man was a piece of meat.

So let Rusek and the others put people in iron cages and give them a hard time.

Now it seems that the effect is not obvious.

"Did you hit him?"

Ethan rubbed his nose and asked directly.

"Um."

Antonio coughed dryly, picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

This question was too direct.

The two of them, Horsted, were also a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"Forget it." Ethan waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I'll lock him up first, and then apply for permission to retrieve all this guy's cell phone communication records."

"no problem."

Horsted nodded and quickly returned to his seat: "We have already collected Lan's fingerprints."

"If everything goes well, we can get his name tonight."

After the arrest operation is over, the next step is to collect intelligence, at least to find out who they are dealing with.

After the small talk, everyone got busy.

night.

Ethan drove a Cadillac to the Intercontinental Hotel in Michigan.

Jordan's Steak House is located here.

He put his hands in his pockets and followed the two cheerful women to quickly find a place. He thought it was a sports-style steakhouse, but he didn't expect that the decoration style was a bit like an American steakhouse.

It has two floors, and the first floor is similar to a pub.

Jordan photos can be seen everywhere on the wall, reminding everyone where they are now.

"gentlemen."

The waiter came forward and looked at Ethan wisely: "Are there three of us?"

"That's right."

Ethan asked curiously: "Your boss here is not really Michael Jordan, is he?"

"Of course." The waiter nodded with a smile: "We also have Michael's exclusive tableware here, but the most important thing in a restaurant is the taste. I believe you will not be disappointed."

It is normal for sports and entertainment stars to use their fame to pursue side jobs across industries.

Not many can make a name for themselves.

Judging from her confident look, the taste here must be good.

"I have another question." Ethan continued to ask curiously: "Is there a table number 23 in your restaurant?"

The number 23 has evolved into Jordan’s symbol.

Jordan also likes this number very much. In his Chicago mansion, the number 23 element can be seen everywhere.

"some."

The waitress smiled and nodded: "Every time Mr. Jordan comes over, he always dines at table No. 23."

"That's it."

Ethan waved: "Lead the way."

I came here to eat for something new, and it was fun to think about having a meal in an old gangster's place.

Even if it costs a little more, it doesn't matter.

They were lucky because they came here relatively early and table No. 23 was still vacant. It was located in the corner of the restaurant. The booth was elevated and the view was extremely wide.

When passing by, under the introduction of the waiter, Ethan also noticed a large wooden box hanging on the wall.

Through the glass, I saw that it was filled with steak knives.

They are all exclusive tableware, and they even have names engraved on them. Jordan, Kobe, and Pippen are all among them.

After looking around, I sat down with peace of mind.

Taking two girls out to eat, it was natural to pay for whatever was expensive. As night fell, they opened a bottle of red wine and began to enjoy a cozy dinner.

"Buzz."

While chatting with Erin, the phone in Ethan's pocket vibrated.

As soon as I hung up, it buzzed again.

Ethan was impatient to be disturbed while eating, so he dropped his knife on the half-eaten boneless ribeye steak, frowned and took out his cell phone.

"who is it?"

Erin asked curiously as she forked a piece of cut beef.

"Olinsky."

Looking at the caller ID above, Ethan replied to her casually.

At this time, shouldn't the other party be on a date? Why did he call me?

Full of questions, I pressed answer.

Soon, Ethan's face turned cold and he immediately hung up the phone: "You guys eat first, I have something to do."

"Um?"

Irene also put down the knife and stood up: "What happened?"

It wasn't an emergency, and she wouldn't leave in a hurry after eating. She was a police officer herself, so she understood this very well.

"fine."

Ethan pinched her face and gave it a sip: "Don't worry, if you have a small problem, just go back to the police station after dinner."

"Pap~"

Throwing the credit card on the table, Ethan smiled and left quickly.

"What about us?"

Nadia spread her hands and said nervously: "Would you like to go back and have a look."

"ignore him."

Erin put away her credit card, shrugged and sat down: "Hank is the same, he often does things with Olinsky in private."

"You won't tell me if you ask. Let's eat."