Back at the police station, they drove the car straight to the back door.

After the group got out of the car, they hurried to Jean's office, and Hank preemptively asked:

"How's it going, have you gained anything?"

When they were at the scene, they sent the mobile phone number they asked for to Jean and asked him to track and locate it.

"Wait a minute, it's a few minutes away."

Jean said nervously in front of the computer, without looking up.

Walking out of the office, Ethan pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

At this time, a patrol car quickly pulled up to the back door and stopped in front of the garage.

"Daddy."

A teenage girl sobbed and ran out of the car and pounced on Antonio.

"Hey, baby."

Antonio couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes were red, and he hugged the little girl tightly into his arms.

In the patrol car, two more women with sad expressions got down.

Ethan didn't like to see it and walked outside the garage.

Driving the patrol car were Burgess and Atwater, and Ethan nodded to the two of them before lighting a cigarette.

"That's Antonio's sister and daughter"

Erin sniffed, walked over to Ethan, and whispered, "We all know each other, like a family." “

"How's your hand?"

Ethan exhaled smoke and looked into her arm.

"It's fine."

Erin shook her head, trying to pull her hand back.

But Ethan grabbed her firmly, and directly pulled down her sleeve, and it was bruised.

"It doesn't look like it's okay."

Ethan let go of her and waved at the patrol car, "Burgess, do you have a medical kit in your car?" ”

"Yes."

Burgess's head quickly popped out of the window, and he nodded quickly.

"I said it was fine."

Erin crossed her hands on her hips with an unhappy expression.

Ethan bit his cigarette and glanced at her: "I've seen a woman as tough as you, do you know what the result is?" ”

"How?"

Erin's curiosity was successfully piqued, and she blinked at Ethan.

"As a result, nothing happened."

Ethan dodged a straight kick from Irene.

"Detective."

Atwater lifted his duty belt and walked over to Ethan: "We heard what happened, and if we need help, just ask." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan shook out a cigarette and handed it over.

Atwater smiled and waved his hand: "No need, I'm on duty." ”

"Who cares about that?"

Ethan threw the cigarette directly at him, and Atwater scrambled to take it.

When Burgess had treated the wound on Irene's forearm, Jean's shout rang out in the technical room:

"The signal is locked."

The members of the intelligence team hurriedly walked in, and at Hank's signal, Atwater and Burgess stopped Antonio's family, and according to the rules, they were not allowed to look at these things.

However, Atwater and Burgess also looked curiously into the technical room.

For them, it's two worlds.

As long as there are self-motivated patrol officers, there is no one who does not want to go to the plainclothes department, especially the intelligence unit.

"Through my tracking, the source has been locked on."

Jean stepped aside from the computer screen, which showed Chicago Union Station: "This is a signal tracker to help you get closer to your target." ”

Looking at the instrument on the table, which was slightly larger than the mobile phone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's the third-busiest station in the U.S., and without tracking, it's a needle in a haystack.

Jean tapped the keyboard a few more times, and everyone's phones received the message at the same time.

Ethan opened it to see a little black-haired boy and a dark-skinned Colombian man who resembled a fat Ronaldo.

Jean bit the tip of his pen and said:

"Here's a picture of Diego and Matteo, in case any of you don't know each other."

"Okay." Hank grabbed the tracker and said hoarsely:

"Target: Union Station."

"The suspect should have a weapon on him, it is extremely dangerous, and everyone should be cautious."

"There were two gunners, Omar Rojas and Matteo, and now it is certain that the man at Union Station is Matteo."

"Inform the departments that we are not allowed to act without permission until we arrive."

"In this operation, Diego's safety is the number one goal."

"Do you get it?"

Everyone nodded: "Understood." ”

"Let's go." Hank slapped the table and led the way outside.

Seeing his wife's worried gaze, Antonio stepped forward and hugged her tightly in his arms: "Don't worry, I will definitely bring Diego home." ”

Coming to Union Station, everyone dispersed.

Ethan slipped his hands into his jacket pockets, holding the pistol and badge firmly in place.

There are people everywhere inside, and turning on the radar at this time has no effect, and it can only rely on the eyes to search for targets.

Walk down the stairs to the Grand Council Chamber, which is the most spacious in the middle.

Surrounded by majestic stone pillars and towering domes, the lights inside are already lit at night, not like a station, but like a museum.

Law enforcement officers at Union Station have been notified to assist in the search.

Everyone looked for a single man with a small child with wide eyes, but did not make too many moves to avoid startling the snake.

"Everyone, go downstairs, the target is below."

Hank's voice came from the headset, and he looked up, Hank and Antonio were standing on the second-floor terrace.

Ethan, like the other tourists, was in a hurry.

He quickly glanced around him, but didn't find any targets that matched his characteristics.

Hank: They also quickly went downstairs, signal finder in hand.

Ethan stood in the corner and immediately turned and walked outside when he saw the two of them heading towards a trash can in the middle.

The phone that was tracked must have been discarded.

This kidnapper is extremely vigilant.

He clenched his fists, and now he could only look for a needle in a haystack.

Sure enough, in the headset, Hank's anxious voice was immediately heard: "Everyone dispersed, the phone was discarded, the kidnappers must still be nearby, everyone be careful." ”

Hearing his words, the people of the intelligence group quickly ran to various places in the station.

Passing through the wooden door, dressed in a row of tall and magnificent stone pillars

Ethan was already outside the station at this time.

There were a few buses parked outside, and when I glanced at the street signs, it was an interstate bus.

There were several lines of queues here, and many people were smoking in the corner, and Ethan also took out his cigarette with a calm expression, and instantly blended into the crowd.

He smoked a cigarette and walked along the line.

His eyes focused on the little black-haired boy, and he glanced at it quickly.

In the distance, Erin also pushed open the wooden door and walked outside.

After a few glances, her gaze suddenly stopped, and her heart beat wildly: "I see the target." ”

"They're getting on a long-distance bus to Indianapolis."

Inside the station, after Hank heard the report, he hurriedly pressed the walkie-talkie:

"We'll be there shortly."

He and Antonio took a step and ran outside.

"Bang."

A gunshot rang out from outside, screams erupted, and the crowd fled in panic.

"Chicago Police."

Antonio quickly drew his gun, yelled, and pushed through the crowd and rushed outside.

Outside the station, waiting area.

Ethan walked sideways along the line.

His eyes flickered, his footsteps slowed, and his gaze stopped in front of the door of a bus about twenty meters away from him.

A man who looks like a fat Ronaldo puts his hands on the shoulders of a little boy.

They were moving and getting ready to get into the car.

Although he could only see the side face, he was 100% sure that the little boy was Antonio's son Diego, and that the dark-skinned man was Matteo.

In the headset, Erin and Hank's voices rang out, but Ethan instantly caught the opportunity.

The coat was flicked, and the palm of his hand pressed towards the walnut hilt.

The python left the holster, its arm quickly raised, and the muzzle of the gun pointed steadily forward.

The trigger was pulled, and the hammer fell hard.

"Bang."

The silver python erupted in flames.

Erin stared nervously at Diego, her fingers trembling slightly.

When she heard Hank's command, she gritted her teeth and moved her steps to get into the car with the kidnappers.

"Bang."

A loud gunshot echoed in my ears.

The head of the man holding Diego with both hands exploded in an instant, and a cloud of blood mist rose up, showing a bewitching beauty under the reflection of the light.

She suddenly felt a strong feeling of suffocation, and suddenly turned her head to look to the side.

In the distance, a man with a sassy posture stood in place.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, the end of which glowed scarlet.

The man held a handsome revolver in one hand, and the silver body of the gun shone brightly.

Ethan bit down on his cigarette and winked at Erin quickly.

He took off his badge, held it high, and shouted:

"Chicago cops, everyone don't move."

(End of chapter)