In the morning, Ethan pulled over his car outside the police station.

He whistled as he walked towards Miles' restaurant, the morning air was exceptionally refreshing.

Pushing open the glass door, the restaurant is always busy in the morning, almost full of people eating breakfast.

Finding a random seat to sit down, he took out his phone and flipped through the news.

"What do you want?"

"Fry me some crepes, thank you."

Ethan put down his phone and looked up stunned: "Carly? ”

This Carly is not Carly, whom she met when she went camping with Daria, but Hood's old lover.

She wore the waiter uniform of Miles' Restaurant and stood in front of Ethan with a tired expression.

Carly shrugged, "Long time no see, Ethan." ”

"It's been a long time, when did you come here to work?"

It's the first time Ethan has seen Carly since she was in prison,

"It's my first day." Carly poked the notebook with her pen, "Do you need anything else?" ”

"Frying bocakes will do, thank you."

Seeing her turn away, Ethan pouted and picked up his phone again.

This is also a restless lord, and it is estimated that it is expedient to come to Miles' restaurant as a waiter.

After breakfast, go back to the police station.

I haven't seen it for a few days, it's still the same, and there is no change in the town's police station.

Brock stared at his dark circles in amazement, after all, since Ethan arrived at the Banshee Town Police Department, he hadn't seen him look so exhausted.

Ethan gave him the usual middle finger and put the sunglasses he had snatched from Jaber to his face.

Arriving at the sheriff's office, Ethan closed the door and put the small box in his hand on Hood's desk: "This is what Jaber asked me to bring you, and he said it was safer to keep it here." ”

"Thank God, it's coming."

Hood put down his coffee and quickly stood up and opened the box.

Ethan also looked at it curiously, and Uncle Jabber looked mysterious, and asked himself not to open it, not knowing what was inside.

Inside the box, there were four palm-sized pieces that looked like plasticine.

With a smile on his face, Hood picked up one of the pieces of plasticine, and after sitting it in his hand, he threw it to Ethan.

He took it in his hand and pinched it, and it felt similar to plasticine:

"What is this?"

Hood glanced outside and said casually:

“C4。”

Ethan's hand holding the plasticine froze, and his neck stiffened up, "Is that C4 I understand?" ”

"That's right."

"Shet."

Ethan's palm shook, and the piece of plasticine he was holding almost fell off, and he scrambled to catch it.

Jabb, the bastard, actually let himself go home with a box of explosives, and brought it to the police station, and he didn't tell himself what it was, and he wasn't afraid that the police station would blow it up.

Hood shook his head: "Relax, this is C4." ”

"Yes, you have a point." Ethan scolded in a low voice: "This is explosives, how can you let me relax." ”

Seeing his cautious appearance, Hood reached out and grabbed the C4 in his hand, and threw it into the box.

Hood said with a smile: "C4 is different from ordinary explosives, if you don't use a detonator to detonate, you can burn it directly." ”

Seeing Hood close the small box and stuff it into the desk drawer with a nonchalant look, Ethan believed what he said.

Ethan wiped a handful of sweat: "What is Jabber doing with these ghosts in Banshee Town?" ”

"I asked him to bring it." Hood said with a smile on his face:

"It's almost time now, and it's time to find something to do for Procott."

Ethan scratched his head: "You mean the red brick factory?" ”

"That's right."

Hu De cocked Erlang's legs: "The law of their shipments is almost clear, wait for two more days, and I will send his den to the sky." ”

"Okay, we'll talk about it then." Ethan waved his hand: "I'm on patrol." ”

In the afternoon, when he was wandering around in his car, no power line sounded: "Who's coming to support, I'm in the Haveshaw area." ”

Brock's angry voice came from inside, accompanied by the whirring of police lights.

The area of Hyvershaw is the outskirts of town, mostly flat farms and straight country roads, where Procott's den is located.

Ethan was nearby at this time, and he turned the steering wheel, and the car roared forward with a roar.

"I'm here, what's the goal?"

Brock was furious: "A yellow motocross bike with a rider in a motorcycle suit, a helmet, no physical features, and suspected of dangerous driving at high speeds. ”

Ethan drove quickly along the country road, his eyes scanning around.

"Yellow motocross?" Emmett's voice also came out: "Is that bastard provoking you?" ”

"How do you know?" Brock replied.

"I also met that bastard two days ago, I'm coming over now." Emmett spoke with a rare sense of anger.

"What did he do?"

Ethan grabbed the radio, and there weren't many things that could make Emmett, an honest man, angry.

"You'll find out later."

Brock replied, with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"I see him."

Ethan's eyes were sharp, and he spotted a yellow motocross bike speeding into the oncoming lane.

The motorcyclist also shook his helmet defiantly at him, and Ethan radioed the location before pressing the button of the siren light.

Victoria's crown was coordinated by his hands and feet, and the body shook quickly.

After a violent shake, the police car quickly turned around and chased forward.

After chasing him for a few minutes, when he came to a fork in the road, the motorcyclist slowed down and pulled over.

"I've already caught him, it's easy."

Ethan picked up the radio and spoke, pulled the police car behind the motorcycle, and held Glock to push the door.

"Sir, please turn off the engine and get out of the car..."

Before he could finish speaking, the motorcyclist frantically twisted the accelerator, and the body swung, and the exhaust pipe spewed out a few puffs of smoke and dust, and rushed towards the fork in the road.

"Shet."

Ethan finally understood why Emmett was so upset, and he quickly sat back in the car, gritting his teeth and chasing forward.

There are some people who take pleasure in teasing law enforcement officers, and now he, like Brock and Emmett, has become the object of teasing.

"How's it going?" Brock's gloating voice came.

Ethan picked up the radio and replied, "Fake, this is a bastard. ”

There was a burst of joyful laughter in the channel, and Siobhan joined in: "Guys, do you need my help?" ”

"No, it can be done."

Ethan put down the radio and grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, getting closer and closer to the rider in front of him.

It's just that the rider knew exactly what they could and couldn't do, and he glanced back at Ethan.

"Shet."

Ethan scolded secretly, eager to add a foot of the accelerator and slap it over.

However, it is forbidden to hit the motorcycle at a high-speed stop, and he can only follow the motorcyclist in front of him all the time.

Thank you for having a bottle of '86 year old Lafite brother for a tip, thank you

(End of chapter)