Windy City, Chicago.

Located on the south shore of Lake Michigan, the city is home to skyscrapers and has a stunning city skyline.

Due to not being in a hurry, I spent a night in a motel on the way.

At noon the next day, Ethan finally arrived in the third largest city in the United States.

Navigating the city, the dusty Dodge Challenger soon found himself in a clean and tidy neighborhood lined with tall trees.

The pavement is littered with yellow leaves, which looks very close to nature.

The whole neighborhood has a quiet atmosphere, and the cars parked on the side of the road are also mid-to-high-end.

The vehicle drove slowly, and through the window, I saw that the pedestrians on the road and the drivers passing by were mostly white.

Seeing the correct house number, the vehicle stopped in front of a three-storey cottage.

The red brick exterior of the villa has a unique shape.

The square lawn in front of the door is fenced off by a one-man iron fence, and there are a few bushes that have been carefully manicured in the dozen or so small lawns.

As early as some time ago, he asked Hank to help introduce a reliable real estate agent.

After a few days of communication and understanding, Ethan decided on this residence, which is only about ten minutes' drive from the police station.

Accustomed to being alone, he didn't want to squeeze the apartment upstairs and downstairs.

I simply rented a small villa for $5,000 a month, and I was more comfortable to live in.

Although the rent alone is almost a drain on your salary.

However, the salary is negligible to him.

Ethan picked up the package, walked over to the iron door, pressed the combination lock, and the iron door clicked open.

He re-set another password and took a few steps forward up the steps.

There was also a combination lock on the door, and after repeating the operation just now, Ethan pushed open the door and walked inside.

Because of Hank's connections, the real estate agent introduced him to the best listings.

The whole house has just been renovated.

According to the agent, after the renovation of this place, no one has lived in it yet.

The agent sent him a large number of real photos and videos, and Ethan now sees the real thing and is very satisfied with his choice.

The overall decoration style is younger, and it looks clean and bright.

The place where the front door enters is the large living room, and going inside, there is an open kitchen and dining room, only some simple supporting furniture, sofas, tables and chairs, etc.

Push open the back door next to the restaurant and come to the backyard.

The back is much larger than the vestibule, there is more than 20 square meters, tall shrubs enclose the entire backyard, and there is a small swimming pool in the corner.

Resting and partying can be done in this place.

Back inside, he walked down the stairs to the basement.

There is a width of about ten square meters below, and I don't want to use it for anything yet.

Go up to the second floor, which is Ethan's favorite place.

Unlike other single-family villas, there are a lot of small rooms, and try to make use of the space.

On the second floor, there is a large suite and a small room.

The large suite has bedrooms, cloakrooms, and bathrooms, and it is as spacious as in Banshee Town, so you don't have to be so aggrieved.

On the third floor, above is a small room, and huge terrace.

The view here is wide, and you can see the tall buildings in the distance.

Back in the first-floor living room, Ethan threw the package on the floor, lifted the dust cloth on the sofa, and sat down comfortably.

The whole house is not equipped with too much furniture, and the infrastructure such as central air conditioning, toilet, bathtub, and sink is complete, and a lot of things need to be added.

These are not in a hurry, and there will be a lot of time in the future.

Looking at the fireplace opposite, Ethan took out his mobile phone, and after telling a few of his good friends that he was safe, he called out.

Soon, Hank's hoarse voice rang out:

"Ethan, are you there?"

"I've arrived in Chicago, just arrived at the residence." Ethan replied.

"Okay."

There was a rumor from Hank's side, presumably in the car: "I've got all the paperwork done for you, but I have some things to deal with right now." ”

"I'm so sorry, can you go to the police station and wait for me first?"

"I'll be back at the police station in half an hour, and I'll take you to pick it up later."

"Okay, no problem."

Ethan also knew that there was no time to do this business, so he wouldn't say anything, so he went to the police station first and waited with peace of mind.

Report one day earlier, get paid one day earlier.

It's not easy to earn some rent.

Throwing the package directly into the living room, Ethan walked out of the residence.

The vendor on the road bought a sandwich, ate his lunch, and drove slowly towards the 21st precinct.

Along the way, I looked around curiously.

After leaving the neighborhood where I lived, and after a few streets, it was clear that the security was different.

The crowds of little blacks on the road, the girls dressed up in bewitching clothes on the street corners, and the street vendors looking nervous under the bridges and holes, all these are always a reminder of where they are now.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

A half-sized sunspot spotted Ethan's gaze, gestured to the gang, and looked at it defiantly.

Ethan smiled and stepped on the accelerator.

The Dodge Challenger stepped over a telephone pole with sneakers hanging from it.

Soon came to the 21st Precinct, where police cars with white and blue paint were parked everywhere, white was the main color, and the light blue waistline was located.

It's still the familiar Victorian Crown, and it's still that familiar feeling.

The roar of the Dodge Challenger was particularly eye-catching here, and many people cast their eyes on it.

Found a spot and parked the car.

Ethan glanced at the crowded police station building and straightened his clothes.

He hadn't worked in a place with so many people, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous about coming to a new environment.

After a few breaths, he stepped along.

Walk through the front door and inside are the wide wooden steps.

Follow the hurried patrol up the stairs to the reception hall of the police station.

He took off his sunglasses and looked around.

On the ground, a huge print pattern, if you guess correctly, should be the Chicago Police Department's coat of arms.

Directly in front, there was a reception desk four or five meters wide, and several people were busy inside.

Ethan walked straight to the reception desk, which was clearly raised to give the person standing inside a psychological advantage.

Before he came, he had already learned about the establishment of the Chicago Police Department, and in many ways, they followed the British system, especially in terms of titles.

In front of her was a white female policeman in her thirties, with a little gray hair and a slightly wrinkled face.

She wore a white long-sleeved shirt instead of the light blue worn by the people next to her.

Judging by her armband, she should be a sheriff.

Ethan cleared his throat and said with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Sergeant."

The sheriff looked at the papers in her hand with a straight face, and raised her head nonchalantly: "How can I help you?" ”

The moment she saw Ethan, a smile bloomed on her face:

"Is there anything you can help with?"

(End of chapter)