Chapter 28 Irina

York, who didn't know what Taribo was thinking, shrugged, reached out to turn off the song on the center console, and replied.

"Probably not."

"Yes, yes, yes!" People are afraid of comparison. Taribo felt a little hurt and replied casually.

"What did you say?"

York picked up what he needed, opened the door and got out of the car.

"I won't hang myself on a tree. Life is meant to be enjoyed!"

Speaking with a smile, under Taribo's contemptuous expression, Yorks then opened the passenger door, took out a large packaged gift box from inside and closed the door.

"Should I not be polite to you?" When Taribo saw the gift, his smile blossomed like a flower.

An ordinary patrolman, even if he has a lot of experience, only earns more than 80,000 US dollars a year. After deducting family expenses, he can actually save very little.

It’s not that I can’t afford it, after all, this annual salary is considered mid-range, but it’s best to get something for free, especially for a guy like York who looks very rich.

"What do you think?" Yorks glanced at Taribo while holding the gift box.

"Take action, brother, you know what to do!"

Hearing the word "brother" again, Taribo's cheeks twitched a few times and he showed a stiff smile, reaching out towards his home.

"please!"

But I was cursing in my heart.

Yorks smiled. This was the tacit understanding between them. Basically, they each had wins and losses, and he usually won the most.

"Be sensible! I'm here to save your life!"

York looked at the detached villa in front and walked over under Taribo's contempt.

"Have you always been so annoying since you were a child?" Taribo followed behind and complained.

"That's not the case." Yorks replied as he walked.

"I have always been a good kid. The only thing I have done is to help my brothers and sisters beat up the bad guys who bullied them."

Taribo was surprised and asked, "You actually have brothers and sisters?"

When it comes to his brothers and sisters, York's tone becomes gentler: "Of course, I am not an only child."

"You hid it so well." Taribo could feel York's emotions.

"I've known you for several years, and this is the first time I know."

"You didn't ask." York stopped in front of the door and looked at Taribo.

"That's right. No wonder you are so good at pleasing children." Taribo helped open the door.

"Leila has been waiting for you all day."

"I thought you were praising me." Yorks said nonchalantly and walked in.

As soon as you walk in, the soft light inside shines towards you, and what comes into view is a large living room with a TV, sofa, kitchen and dining room.

When he appeared in the small entrance hall holding a big gift box, the little girl who was sitting on the ground with a small airplane in her hand, leaning against the sofa and looking up, and a woman who was working in the kitchen, looked over at him immediately.

It was Taribo's wife Kaya, who ran a supermarket, and his daughter Leila.

The two people had different expressions. Kaya just smiled as a gesture, but little Leila opened her eyes wide, with a stagnant expression on her face, and finally she screamed.

"Ah!!! Uncle Yorks!"

York saw a little person rushing towards him from the living room, screaming.

“蕾拉。”

Yorks stuffed the gift box in his hand to the helpless Taribo, reached out to pick up little Leila who jumped over, and held her in his arms.

"Do you miss Uncle York?"

Little Leila blinked her bright eyes, and all that could be seen was surprise in her eyes. Although her peripheral vision drifted a little towards the gift box in Taribo's arms, she still nodded vigorously.

"Haha." York smiled, held little Leila who was sitting on his arms, turned to Taribo and introduced him.

"Uncle bought you a doll princess, a motorcycle, and kitchen toys."

Listening to these introductions, little Leila's eyes could not leave the gift box, she just kept looking at it, blinking.

Yorkton thought it was cute, so he carried little Leila, took off his shoes and walked in.

"Daddy!" little Leila shouted.

How could Taribo not know what his daughter was thinking? He followed her with the gift box in his arms and said.

"Usually when someone gives you a gift, baby, do you know what to say?"

Little Leila immediately said, "Thank you, Uncle Yorks!"

York smiled and put down little Leila, who couldn't wait to open her presents.

He knew that in the presence of gifts, children would not see anyone else.

As he expected, little Leila had already trotted to her father Taribo and asked him to put down the gift box.

"York, you didn't have to bring any gifts." Kaya's voice came from the kitchen which was connected to the living room and the dining room.

"You've saved Taribo more than once. You keep doing this. I don't know how to repay you."

During the time he was a partner with Taribo, he had come here to eat more than once and was quite familiar with his wife Kaya.

York glanced at little Leila, who was opening a gift box with a blushing face full of excitement, and smiled gently.

"It's okay, Kaya, this is what I like to do."

Taribo came over and said, "Kaya, he has money, you don't have to care about him."

"Shut up!"

Kaya secretly glared at Taribo who suddenly felt guilty, and finally looked at York and said gently.

"Yorks, just sit down and wait for two minutes."

The temperature treated is completely different.

York smiled and said, "Okay."
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With a heavy breath, Kino closed the door of York's private shooting club with trembling hands, then turned and walked towards the coupe parked on the sand.

"It seems like I've practiced too much." Kino looked at his shaking right hand and recalled the previous shooting.

But when it comes to Glock 17, he emptied 7 magazines one after another, with a total of 17 bullets in each magazine, which equals 119 rounds.

Although the recoil of the Glock 17 was not that great and was still under his control, the accumulated vibration from 119 bullets still made his hands tremble constantly like they were now.

"Is York's training method really reliable?"

Kino began to have some doubts. While muttering to himself, he opened the door of his sports car, got in, and prepared to drive away.

But before he could step on the accelerator, his cell phone rang.

Jino picked it up and saw the caller ID in English: My scary and horrible elder sister.

"Oh, shit!"

The moment he saw the caller, Kino couldn't help but blurt out the answer. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva, took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally before answering the call.

"Irina?"

at the same time.

A room far away in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

A woman in casual clothes and a ponytail who was sitting on the floor and stopped working took off the glasses hanging on her face, revealing her delicate and three-dimensional facial features, every detail of which revealed her elegance and nobility.

Her eyes are deep and bright, like bright stars, sparkling with wisdom and agility. Her high nose bridge adds a bit of determination and confidence.

She stretched lazily, showing off her stunning figure, and spoke calmly to the phone on the table.

"My dear brother, how is your day as a patrol officer?" The voice was full of charm.

(End of this chapter)