Hearing his roar, everyone nearby squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Ethan lowered his badge and quickly approached the bus.

His gun was still aimed at the car, beware of a second gunman.

Erin also reacted at this time, and quickly rushed forward, picking up Antonio's son Diego and hiding aside.

It didn't take long for the members of the Intelligence Group and the patrol officers at the station to arrive at the scene in a hurry.

"Diego."

Antonio cried out in terror, and when he saw that his son was safe, he gave up on his feet and almost fell.

Holding Diego in his arms, Antonio looked at Erin and said in a trembling voice:

"Thank you."

No matter how tough a guy is, there is always a weakness.

Family is Antonio's most vulnerable part.

Erin shook her head: "Don't thank me, thank that person." ”

Antonio looked in the direction she was pointing, and Ethan was getting out of the bus.

After shooting Diego's kidnapper, he ran into the bus with a police badge and searched the bus among the frightened-looking passengers, but found no trace of the second gunman.

Straddling the corpse and jumping out of the car, Ethan crouched down and used the barrel of his gun to unwind the man's coat.

Around his waist, a Colt M1911 was inserted.

On the other side, there is also a dagger inserted.

It was confirmed that it was the kidnappers, no doubt.

The stumbling footsteps approached, and Ethan looked up: "Sorry, I saw an opportunity, so I shot." ”

"It's fine."

Hank stuffed Glock back into the holster with satisfaction: "You did the right thing. ”

After speaking, he reached out his toe and hooked the pistol on the kidnapper's waist, hooking it to the ground next to him: "You saw the bandit holding a weapon and kidnapping a child. ”

"It's the right choice."

Several members of the intelligence team ignored Hank's movements.

This kick also helped Ethan clear the last trace of hidden dangers.

"That's right, this person is terrible, I can only do what I have to do." Ethan raised an eyebrow and shoved the python into his holster.

Everyone is smart and very comfortable to deal with.

Rusek saw that the head of the man on the ground was smashed and splashed red and white, and after a burst of nausea, he felt an unprecedented thrill.

In his opinion, this is what it means to be a police officer.

After the scene was processed, Antonio accompanied Diego to the hospital for a physical examination, and the others returned to the police station.

As soon as Ethan walked into the reception hall, he found that everyone, including the reception sheriff Pratt, was staring at him, whether it was plainclothes or patrol officers.

He stopped, wondering what had happened.

"Bang bang."

Pratt put down what he was holding, raised his arms, and clapped his hands vigorously.

The others followed, nodding and clapping at Ethan.

The reception hall was full of applause for a while.

Ethan had never experienced this kind of thing, and he was at a loss for a while, so he could only press his hand down again and again:

"Please, don't make fun of me."

"It's not a joke."

Hank clapped his palms and walked up to him: "This is an appreciation for you, we need someone like you, someone who can stand up at a critical moment." ”

"You're welcome."

Ethan smiled and punched him.

The applause soon stopped, and everyone dispersed and went on with their work.

"Hank."

Pratt picked up a small box from the side, held it in both hands, and looked at them with a serious expression.

Following the group forward, Ethan curiously looked into the small box, which contained a large pile of black rubber rings.

Erin walked ahead of him, and she picked up a rubber ring and fastened it to the badge with a sad expression.

Seeing this, Ethan didn't ask anything.

He picked up the rubber ring and stretched it on the two corners of the badge with his fingers to add a touch of solemnity to it.

Judging by the color, it is used to remember a colleague who has passed away.

The colleague who died here is naturally Julie of the Intelligence Group.

Back upstairs, everyone stood at the top of the stairs, looking at Julie's table with complicated expressions.

The group stood in place for a while, and then returned to their seats one after another.

It was cool when he shot it, and when he saw the reports waiting to be filled out, Ethan's scalp was numb, and it wasn't like Banshee Town here, so he could ask Alma for help.

"Let's have something to eat."

Just as he was immersed in writing, a box of food was placed in front of him.

Looking up, Erin smiled at him with a somewhat flustered look in her eyes.

"Okay, thanks."

After a busy time, before dinner, Ethan looked at his watch, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

"You're welcome."

Erin nodded, and walked stumbling towards her seat.

Ethan's shot tonight not only hit the kidnapper's head, but also hit her heart.

The scene that happened was really impactful.

Sitting in her chair, she took a few gentle breaths, forcing herself to focus on the file.

Ethan was munching on bread, and the others were eating quick food.

Just then, Hank came out of his office and walked over to Ethan's desk:

"Next, you'll have to rest for a few days."

"Administrative leave?"

"That's right."

Ethan looked left and right, and whispered to Hank, "It's such a big thing, you just let me take administrative leave." ”

"Then I won't have a count when I get off in the future."

Look at what this said, it's too arrogant.

The corners of Hank's eyes twitched, and he sat down on the table helplessly:

"You've just arrived, it's a necessary process, and you have to go through it."

"There is no such good thing as paid leave for you in the future, and the bureau has also arranged psychotherapists, and you need to take a look."

Seeing Ethan's face turn pale, Hank hurriedly explained:

"Don't worry, I've already said hello, I'm just going through the motions, and there won't be such a thing in the future."

"Right?"

Ethan reluctantly ripped off a piece of bread and threw it into his mouth.

"That's right, it's the process."

Hank nodded, he reached out and picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth: "Then how do you usually sort out your psychological problems?" ”

"Just curious, nothing else."

"Guns and women."

Ethan replied casually and picked up his coffee cup.

After filling out the paperwork report, the busy day is finally over.

Everyone else was busy putting the finishing touches on it, and Ethan went to the locker room to take a shower before leaving the police station.

He had to take a vacation for the next few days, and he was in no hurry to go home.

Something like this happened today, and he wanted to find a place to drink and roam the streets in a Dodge Challenger.

Morley's bar was so serious that he didn't like it very much.

When he saw a bar with a red wooden door, Ethan slowed down and pulled over.

"Elebber."

Glancing at the signboard, he received both the badge and the pistol into the space.

Pushing open the wooden door, there is not much space inside.

The walls are bare red bricks, with wooden tables on the left, a bar on the right, and a pool table inside.

There is also a small TV on the wall showing a rugby game.

There are a lot of people sitting here and there in the bar, from lonely drunks to groups of friends.

Ethan nodded in satisfaction, this is the ideal bar.

(End of chapter)