Dressed neatly, Ethan stood by the cupboard next to the bed.

On it was a silver badge fastened to a round black wallet, and the sun shone on it, shining brightly.

He reached for the badge, fastened it to his belt, and turned to walk downstairs.

I only bought some household items last night and the fridge was still empty, so I could only go out for breakfast.

In the morning, he also found a car wash.

After more than a thousand kilometers of running from Banshee Town to Chicago, the body was already covered with dust and looked gray.

After a purge of the game, the Dodge Challenger has finally regained its former glory.

Since his car was a Pennsylvania license plate, when checking out, Ethan generously lifted the corner of his shirt that blocked the police badge and successfully avoided a stealing incident.

"Sheriff."

Ethan walked briskly to the reception desk and put down the coffee in his hand: "I bought an extra one, I hope you like it." ”

"Please, just call me Pratt."

The reception maid Sergeant Pratt saw the coffee in front of her and took it with a smile: "If you need help with anything in the future, just come to me." ”

"My words are still somewhat useful."

"Don't say that." Ethan raised his coffee cup and smiled, "I didn't buy you coffee for this." ”

"Aside from Hank, you're the first friend I met at the police station, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Then you're welcome." Pratt smiled and raised his glass and took a sip.

Ethan shrugged and walked to the stairs next to him.

"Detective."

At this moment, someone next to him shouted to him in a low voice.

Ethan turned his head and found that it was the two patrol officers who had come to the intelligence group yesterday, and the male policeman was smiling honestly, a bit like a melon, waving at him.

"What's the matter?"

Ethan took a sip of his coffee and walked over.

"We'd like to ask you how you managed to please Pratt." The female patrol officer asked with a serious face, "You know, she's the reception sergeant." ”

"Atwater and I are patrol officers, and we have to be deployed by her every day."

"Pratt is notoriously difficult and stinky, and she obviously treats you differently, if there's anything you can do, help."

"Please."

After the female patrol officer finished speaking, she folded her hands and blinked her starry eyes, and looked at Ethan pitifully.

"I remember your name was Atwater, right?" Ethan looked at the black policeman.

"That's right."

This black patrolman has a small head and is about the same height as himself.

Ethan looked at the white female patrol officer again, with a long face and fair skin, and the whole person exuded such a radiant energy, which added a lot of points to her.

"I'm Burgess, Kim Burgess."

The policewoman hurriedly stretched out her hand and introduced herself again.

"I'll tell you both."

Ethan stepped forward and whispered, "Remember to keep it secret, and don't tell anyone." ”

Burgess and Atwater nodded hurriedly, like chickens pecking rice.

"Here's the thing."

Ethan cleared his throat, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Just look handsome." ”

"That's the trick, no thanks."

He took a sip of his coffee, slipped one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"I know one thing for sure."

After the two of them were stunned for more than ten seconds, Burgess gritted his teeth and said, "This new detective is a bastard. ”

Atwater nodded approvingly, and reluctantly patted his partner's shoulder.

"Good morning."

He arrived a little early, and only Olinsky was in the chase room.

Olinsky was dressed the same as yesterday, a dark gray peakbill hat covering his gray and messy hair.

"Early."

Orlinsky bit a pencil and stood up and bumped fists with Ethan: "I didn't have a chance to communicate with you yesterday. ”

"I heard Hank say that you saved his life before."

"You saved his life as much as you saved me, so I want you to know that I can be trusted, understand?"

"Of course."

Ethan shook his hand vigorously again: "Hank and I mentioned that there is some history between you. ”

"Just get it."

Olinsky pinched the brim of his hat, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "I'm mainly responsible for undercover, reconnaissance and support work,"

"If you need any help, just look for me."

Ethan nodded, "No problem." ”

Olinski asked curiously, "By the way, given that you have just arrived in Chicago and don't have any informants, what are you good at?" ”

In a department like theirs, it's important to understand what your colleagues are capable of.

Otherwise, when you encounter various situations, you don't know who to rely on, and it will be very bad.

Ethan slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. Puzzled, he said:

"My fists are hard, I don't know if it counts."

"Of course."

Olinsky took off the pencil in his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "We old people like young people with hard fists. ”

The two sat next to each other, chatting without a word.

Others also arrived at the office one after another.

When Hank arrived, he had a short meeting and then everyone went downstairs to the garage.

Horstead and Irene, as they had been yesterday and with the help of Olinsky, dressed up as addicts.

The garage's roller shutter opens, and Antonio and short-haired blonde detective Julie drive the operation vehicles to the door.

Hank and Ethan picked up their spears from the gear room and put them in the trunk.

Police body armor is placed in the car at any time.

With everything ready, Hank didn't say anything, clapped his hands, and took the lead to get into the car.

There was a slamming sound of the door slamming, and three cars quickly exited through the back door of the police station.

Soon, another patrol car followed from behind.

Through the car window, it was Burgess and Atwater, and Ethan smiled and waved to the two of them, only to a very reluctant smile.

"How?"

Hank grabbed the steering wheel and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you used to it so far?" ”

"Not bad." Ethan raises the window:

"It's a bit of a surprise that you arranged such a big operation for me the next day."

"That's how our intelligence group is." Hank laughed:

"A city with a population of millions, an entire central and western unique distribution center, you can imagine how many bastards are eating here."

"You're just getting started, it's okay, take your time."

Ethan understood what he meant, no one liked a guy who jumped up and down as soon as he came, and neither did he.

As a team, the ideas of other members are also important.

So he also made up his mind to take his time and integrate into the team first.

Outside an old apartment building, in a few corners in the distance, several cars were parked separately.

"Bang bang bang."

"Leif, open the door."

Inside the headset, Hosted's voice was heard.

Ethan looked through the apartment building with a small telescope, and on the corridor on the third floor, Horstead and Erin were standing in front of the white door, banging.

According to the plan, they would make a brief inquiry and then leave, waiting for instructions on Hank's next move.

"Hurry up and open the door, man."

The sound of Horstead banging on the door continued.

"What's the matter?" A man's voice came from the headset.

"Is Reif at home?"

Ethan held down the headset, and could hear Hosted's slightly nervous voice, and in the binoculars, the door also opened a corner, but it was blocked by the two of them, and no one could be seen.

The voice sounded again just now, and said angrily.

"No, so don't knock on the door again."

On the third floor, Horstead pressed the door of his house and pleaded with the bearded, black-haired white man in front of him:

"Dude, this is my girlfriend."

He would glance over at Erin, who pretended to be scratching her heart at the right time.

"She's going to the retreat tomorrow, and she wants to be stimulated tonight."

Horstead held out the money in his hand: "Please, I've always been in touch with Reif." ”

Erin tugged at Horstead's arm, "Forget it, or we'll come back another day." ”

"Okay."

At this moment, the man standing at the doorway glanced at them and stepped aside: "Come in." ”

Erin's face changed slightly, and her eyes noticed that there was a blood stain on the man's trouser legs.

Horstead nodded, licked his lips, and strode into the room.

Thank you to the commander of Jinyi Town, Jinyi Town, and the elder brother for rewarding, thank you

(End of chapter)