Bai Jinglan's flight speed was not fast, one was because he was not proficient enough, and the other was that he was inadequate in energy supply, which made him have to restrain his flight speed, not to mention traveling through the atmosphere and traveling to the deep space of the universe, even ordinary passenger planes could not catch up.

However, being able to fly freely in the sky is already a very good ability.

You should know that among the large number of superheroes in the Marvel world, only a very small number of people who truly have the ability to fly.

Therefore, being able to fly into the sky means having an advantage.

When Bai Jinglan returned home without knowing it, he first took back his amulet - "He" naturally would not read a book in the study overnight, so it was too deliberate, so after reaching the predetermined time, "He" would automatically turn to the bedroom to "sleep" without worrying about being noticed by people outside.

Anyway, as long as the fox nightclub is smashed, his figure still shows that he is staying at home, and there is sufficient evidence of being absent on site.

Twist!

Knock on the door.

Bai Jinglan, who was making breakfast, turned around and looked at the surveillance camera at the door.

Neighbor.

He opened the door directly and greeted the man standing at the door: "Hello, Koman, is there anything wrong?"

Koeman is a middle-aged white man with a kind appearance and a gentle personality. He has a good reputation in the community and is considered Bai Jinglan's most familiar neighbor.

He waved his hand exaggeratedly and said, "White, I'm here to remind you not to miss the weekend parties again, otherwise the neighbors will have opinions about you. I know that you Chinese are restrained and are not used to our culture, but other Chinese families have come to attend. Only you missed them three times in a row, which can easily leave a bad impression on others."

Bai Jinglan stroked his forehead and said helplessly: "Coman, thank you for your reminder. I remember that I will attend."

Westerners are addicted to partying, and they hold once when they have something to do or not. Academic parties, political parties, graduation parties, holiday parties, and birthday parties are everywhere, and they are enjoying it. People who do not attend parties are often excluded from socializing.

The party Koeman mentioned is a family-style party. The participants are all residents living in this community. Everyone brings their own skills, snacks, drinks, and fruits. A large group of people gather together to chat, men talk about practical things, women talk about makeup and gossip, and children talk about games and animations. In short, it is just nonsense, and the content is extremely consistent.

Bai Jinglan participated several times and felt very bored. Later, he often made excuses not to go.

In the eyes of Westerners, this is a manifestation of being unsociable.

Koeman is a good old man, and he held the party this time, so he came here to remind him that Bai Jinglan was not willing to refuse.

His promise made Koeman happy and he pointed to the villa on the right: "It's at my house at 8 o'clock on the weekend, so don't miss it."

“OK.”

"Then I'll leave, I wish you a happy life."

Koeman returned home happily.

Bai Jinglan just closed the door when he heard the ringtone of his cell phone.

He glanced at it and then connected: "Ethan, how is it going?"

"He has asked about Abino's location." Ethan came with a sturdy, weak voice, "He is currently living in a manor on Long Island."

He is worthy of being an elite agent of the CIA. He only took a short time to ask for the information he needed.

"Where is Mita Imaz?"

"I let him go."

Bai Jinglan was not surprised: "For his daughter?"

Ethan's voice was calm: "For his family, at least in dealing with relationships with his family, I should learn from him."

Bai Jinglan smiled: "You have retired and have completed this task. You have a long time to repair the trauma between you and your family."

"Hope this is the case."

Ethan's voice became low, and he obviously lacked confidence in curing his terminal illness. Even though last night's experience showed that the so-called experimental drug did have some effect on his brain tumors.

However, he was still very pessimistic.

Bai Jinglan changed the topic and said, "Go to catch him now?"

"yes."

Ethan paused, "But you want to pick me up. I only have a bicycle on hand now and I have to take my daughter to school."

"no problem."

In addition to Brenheld, Bai Jinglan also has a Ford pickup truck.

Hang up the phone and finish breakfast.

He ordered Brenheld to keep a look after the house, then drove the pickup truck that had not been moved for a long time and headed straight to Ethan's ex-wife's house. Ethan had been doing tasks abroad all year round and his ex-wife disliked his work, so the two had already agreed to divorce a few years ago.

Because he was not in the territory year after year, Ethan's own house was occupied by an illegal black immigrant. He felt sorry for the black man who had nowhere to go. Thinking about his life soon, he simply handed over the house to the black man's family to live, while he himself found his ex-wife's house to live, preparing to spend his last life with his wife and daughter... and then he was pulled out to be a coolie by Vivian.

When Bai Jinglan arrived, he saw Ethan from afar.

He carried the purple bicycle - his daughter's favorite color, and he bought it as a gift to please his daughter.

Unfortunately, that was his daughter’s preference when she was nine years old. Now that she has become a rebellious girl, she is full of contempt for her father’s so-called gift.

Ethan worked hard to carry the purple bicycle and followed closely behind a red-haired girl.

"Zoe, don't you want to ride a bike to school?"

The girl's face was full of impatientness, she did not answer her father's question, and she didn't even look at it, but instead asked another question of concern: "Do you think you'd like my hair color?"

Ethan sighed helplessly, and then replied firmly: "Yes."

"Really?"

"real."

"Will he really like it?"

"As long as he likes you, he will like it."

The sad old father not only couldn't get the eyes of his daughter, but also worked hard to strengthen his daughter's confidence so that she could please other men. How could it be a miserable word?

However, the rebellious daughter's focus is completely different.

She suddenly stopped, stared at her old father, and asked, "So, don't you like the color of my hair?"

“Uh, yes.”

Ethan was stunned by the question and subconsciously told the truth.

For an old man in his fifties, this fancy hair color really challenges his aesthetics, but his baby daughter insists on dressing up like this, so he can only bear it weakly.

"Ah!" The old agent quickly reacted and hurriedly spoke, "Zoe, I said I like it, I like your outfit very much."

"Yeah?"

Zoe's eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand to pull off the red wig, revealing a long brown hair, "Since you like it, I don't like it!"

The rebellious girl turned around, carried a small red backpack, and left. Only Ethan was left with a wry smile, standing there in a daze, holding the mailbox on the street and coughing constantly.

Bai Jinglan, who had been watching the show for a long time, shook his head speechlessly, slowly stopped the car next to him, and opened the passenger's door.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan coughed hard a few more times, put the sadness in his eyes, put the bicycle into the pickup truck and then turned around and sat in the passenger seat, whispering, "Don't get me wrong, Zoe is a very good child... I'm sorry for her, I don't blame her for treating me like this."

Bai Jinglan did not answer the conversation, but just tilted his head: "Let's go, go to Changdao."
Chapter completed!