No way, people are handsome, and they are popular everywhere.

Ethan said with a smile on his face, "I came to find Hank Boyt, and I spoke to him on the phone before, and asked me to wait for him here. ”

"Oh."

The sheriff smiled and pointed to the side: "You can just wait for him over there." ”

A patrol officer next to him noticed this scene, his mouth opened in surprise, the female sheriff looked at it coldly, and the little patrol officer hurriedly turned his head.

"Okay, thanks."

Looking back, next to the main door that comes up the steps, there are benches against the wall.

He nodded in acknowledgment and walked towards the bench.

Ethan sat down reassuringly, took out his phone and glanced at it, the time agreed with Hank was still a few minutes away.

After chatting with Jabber for a while, he sent him his new address to give him a chance to come and play with him.

It didn't take long for the voice of the female sheriff just now to sound:

"Boyt, someone is looking for you."

Ethan looked up and saw a familiar figure.

"Ethan."

Hank turned around and saw that it was him, and hurriedly walked over with his hands outstretched.

"Boyt."

Ethan put away his phone, quickly stood up, and hugged him firmly, and the two slapped their backs hard.

After a few strokes, Hank obviously couldn't stand it, and he quickly let Ethan go:

"How's it going, is the road going well?"

"It went well."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'm here, I hope I can help." ”

"Please, don't talk about that."

Hank shook his hand again, his face beaming.

Hank still remembers the events of two months ago.

Between men, after experiencing a life and death crisis together, the relationship will be quickly sublimated.

He really treats Ethan as a friend, and it's so interesting that others come all the way to help him.

"Come on, come with me."

Hank patted Ethan on the shoulder and walked towards the reception desk, "Pratt, this is my friend, Ethan Morgan, I mentioned it to you before. ”

The reception sheriff, also known as Pratt, was very surprised by Hank's performance.

Hank Boitt is in the game, and he has always shown himself as a tough guy and is emotionally introverted.

Such a move is rare.

"Hey, Mr. Morgan."

But she still gathered her spirits and stretched out her hand to Ethan: "Trudy Pilates, you can call me Pilates." ”

"Just call me Ethan."

After shaking her hand, the two looked at Hank together.

"Please, Ethan Morgan." Hank spread his hands and said to Pilates, "I mentioned it to you before. ”

"Look at my memory."

Pilates hurriedly took off his glasses and said with a smile: "The new detective, right?" ”

"That's right."

Hank nodded heavily: "Detective from the Intelligence Group." ”

Due to the relationship between Phillips and Hank, a lot of paperwork has been done in advance, so with the cooperation of Pilates, Ethan's onboarding work went very smoothly.

Hank took him to meet the sub-bureau chief again, and it was an interview to get to know him.

Ethan came out of the police academy, he did have a record of service, and his resume was also very beautiful, plus Phillips's arrangement, the sub-chief ended the conversation after a few small talks.

An hour later, he managed to get his uniform, police badge, locker key, and paperwork.

In the locker room, Ethan hung up his uniform, silver brimmed hat and duty bag.

They are plain clothes, and under normal circumstances, they don't need to wear these things.

When the time comes, I will bring a few sets of clothes to come, and I can encounter any situation when I go out on duty.

Playing with the Chicago police insignia, it was the silver five-pointed star he was familiar with, but the pattern was different.

Hanging his badge on his belt, Ethan became a plainclothes detective in the Intelligence Unit of the 21st Division of the Chicago Police Department.

"Shet."

Boyt patted him on the shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Now, you're the most handsome detective in the 21st Precinct."

Ethan wears black boots, dark blue jeans, and a black leather jacket.

Nora couldn't stand the fact that he was wearing cheap clothes all day long, and she directly upgraded his wardrobe.

This set on the body cost thousands of dollars.

The foundation is already good, and with the foil of the clothes, the whole person looks more handsome.

"Thank you."

Ethan raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile:

"Where can I pick up my firearms?"

He noticed that most of the people in the police station, coming and going, were carrying a Glock 17 on their bodies.

"Our intelligence group has its own equipment room."

Hank beckoned, "I'll take you over, it's time to introduce you to our people." ”

Along the way, Hank walked in a hurry, as if he was in a no-man's land, and he proudly introduced: "The Intelligence Unit is the most important department of the 21st Precinct. ”

"Our office area is over here."

As he passed the reception desk, Ethan smiled at the receptionist, Sergeant Pratt, and followed Hank to the right.

A few meters to the right of the hall is an upward staircase.

At the top of the staircase, it was sealed with an iron cage and a combination lock on the door.

Hank pointed up, "That's our office area up there, let's go get the gear first." ”

They rounded the stairs and headed in through the side passages.

Pushing open the side door, I came to a large garage.

"Shhhh

As soon as he walked into the garage, he saw Ethan whistling in the equipment room in the corner.

The so-called equipment room is a large iron cage, a square table in the middle, and on the gun cabinet next to it, all kinds of firearms are neatly placed together.

Next to the iron cage is a large room.

Through the window pane, you can see several rows of shelves inside, densely stacked with materials.

"Sheriff."

The figure flickered, and an Asian guy in a dark plaid shirt stepped out of it and said hello to Hank.

"Sheldon Jean."

Hank stretched out his hand and introduced, "Technical support from our intelligence team. ”

Seeing this handsome Asian guy with a delicate face, Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Ethan Morgan." ”

Hank duly introduced, "The new detective. ”

Asian brother Jean hurriedly shook hands with him: "Hello, if you have technical needs, you can contact me." ”

"Didi, Didi."

Hank pressed the code lock in the equipment room and opened the iron mesh door: "Come on, what do you use, take it yourself, Jean will help you register the formalities." ”

"Spears are usually placed in the car, and they are picked up when they move, and the same is true for wrapping live body armor."

On the gun cabinet, it is mainly AR-15 and Glock 17.

Ethan picked up a handful of Glock and weighed it gently.

Although he was very used to using it, he decided to change the style.

"Do you have a boa constrictor here?"

Ethan put down Glock and glanced back and forth, "The six-inch kind?" ”

"No need to look for it."

Jean spread his hands: "Sorry, we don't have one here." ”

Ethan looked at him and asked, "Then can I register my own personal gun?" ”

Jean nodded, "Of course it's okay if you want to." ”

Accompanied by Hank, he walked out of the police station, took out the python revolver from the car, and registered the gun as a portable gun.

BFIPU worked in plainclothes, and Ethan did not have to continue to wear a heavy duty belt.

The Chinese brother Jean took him an armpit holster, inserted a python revolver into it, and hung a string of handcuffs on his waist, which was simple and concise.

"You don't look like a plainclothes detective." Hank patted Glock on his waist and said with a smile:

"It's like a federal agent, the cowboy kind."

A large silver revolver loomed inside Ethan's jacket.

Thanks to the people of Qilu Mountain for the tip, thank you

(End of chapter)