Ethan really didn't lie to her this time, and the storage compartment was stuffed with small snacks packaged in colorful colors.

When they squatted for a while, there was no time.

It is very necessary to put something to eat in the car.

Seeing the chocolate, beef jerky and the like inside, Erin's eyes lit up and her index finger moved.

Ethan adds: "Behind the seats, there are potato chips. “

After a while, there was a creaking sound in the car, and Irene's mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Following the convoy back to the police station, Ethan parked his Cadillac CTS directly to the back door.

The members of the firing group also stopped their cars one after another.

Walking through the side door into the garage, everyone stopped and looked at Hank, who was standing in the middle.

Hank coughed and took off his hat:

"I know that in the past few days, everyone has suffered, and so have I."

"Julie is gone, we're going to move on."

"At my request, I have obtained the permission of the director, and in the future, the intelligence team will manage it in my way."

"In the future, there will not be a situation like before, joint case handling."

Hank pointed his finger to the ground: "This means that no one is interfering, in the future, this is our own intelligence group." ”

Hearing what he said, everyone's faces were beaming.

In the future, you will do your own thing, and you will never have to talk to others again.

Despite the tragedy, it was good news.

"Alright." Hank clapped his palms: "Cheer up, change your clothes, we still have work to do." ”

In the locker room, Ethan pulls out the key and opens the blue locker.

"Hey."

Antonio walked up to him and held out his hand: "It's nice to see you back, once again, thank you very much." ”

"Smack."

The two clapped their palms and clashed fists.

Ethan took off his uniform and hung it in the locker: "You're welcome, we're a team of people, and it's all what I should do." ”

He unbuttoned his light blue shirt again: "How is Diego now?" ”

"Frightened."

Antonio pursed his lips: "But being alive is better than everything." ”

"It's okay." Ethan patted him on the shoulder and slipped the jacket on.

"If you have time tonight"

Antonio opened the cabinet door and smiled, "Laura would like to invite you and Erin to the house for dinner, thank you." ”

"Ahh

When Ethan heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand: "This is not needed, really, I just did what I had to do." ”

"That's what I mean, too."

Antonio quickly changed his clothes, and the dog tags on his body swayed back and forth: "Laura said, if I can't invite you and Erin home, I will have to sleep on the sofa tonight." ”

"We're all brothers, and you know what to do."

Having said that, if you don't agree, you can't do it, I originally wanted to go to the United Center Arena tonight to watch the game, but now I can only give up.

A black Cadillac slowly pulled up to the side of the street.

Ethan looked at the white-walled single-family house not far away and pressed the intercom: "I have arrived at the designated location." ”

"Good."

The voice in the headset sounded, and Hank said in a deep voice: "Pay attention to the surrounding environment, and report any suspicious people in time." ”

As soon as they went to work, the firing group received a task from the bureau.

According to the intelligence, there are three gang leaders in the area, all of whom will gather in the house in front of them, and it is not yet known what activities will be carried out, and they need to investigate this.

"Roger."

Ethan let go of the intercom and looked over.

Orlinsky and Rusek, disguised as road workers and wearing yellow vests, are working on fake construction and spray-painting road signs.

"The surveillance cameras are already in place."

Olinsky's voice rang out from the headset, and he stood up and left the fire post with the hidden camera installed.

"Erin and I are in the back of the house." Hosted's voice rang out as well.

"Pick up your cameras, whether it's in or out, I'm going to collect everyone's information."

Hank ends the call, and the intercom falls silent.

Seeing Russec basking in the sun and pushing the road marking machine, Ethan smiled and took out a bag of potato chips and ate it without a bite.

Half an hour later, there was movement in the rearview mirror.

He hurriedly pressed the walkie-talkie: "Guys, there are suspicious characters, jeans, yellow hoods, and I can't see my appearance clearly." ”

In the rearview mirror, a man in a yellow hood hurriedly crosses the road.

He took out his phone and played with it quietly.

The hooded man walked menacingly to the target house, walked up the steps to the porch, and reached out to tap on the door.

Ethan hurriedly picked up the camera that had been placed aside, and the lens shrank back to the doorway.

As long as someone opens the door, he will capture the appearance.

At that moment, the man in the yellow hood reached behind his waist and drew a pistol.

"Guns."

This is to seek revenge, Ethan shouted into the walkie-talkie, pulled out the python and pushed the car door.

"Bang bang."

A fierce gunshot rang out, and there were more than a dozen bullet holes on the front door of the house in an instant.

The hooded man trembled like an electric shock, and a cloud of blood exploded from his body.

"Surround the house, and the people inside have nowhere to run." Hank and Antonio burst out of the side alley, shouting loudly.

Rusek moved quickly towards the house, pistol in hand and wanted to rush down the walkway towards the porch.

"Don't even think about it."

Ethan let out a low growl, reached out and grabbed Rusek's collar and tugged it back.

He immediately flew backwards with that force and fell to the lawn.

"What are you doing?"

Rusek asked excitedly, sucking off the grass stalks.

"If you still want to live, just listen to the command." Ethan slapped him on the head: "A person was just killed at the door, you have a few lives, and you rushed up again." ”

"Follow me." Ethan raised his pistol and bent closer.

"Chicago police, the people in the house, you've been surrounded, lay down your arms."

Antonio and Hank leaned against the trunk of the landscape tree and shouted at the house, their pistols pointed at the window.

Behind the house, Horstead's shouts could also be heard.

Damn, I just got off administrative leave, so I won't take another vacation.

Ethan cursed and led Rusek to the bent closer.

A spot of light was detected in the room, and unlike what they had imagined, there was only one person inside, and had left the door of the room, making small movements inside.

Rusek nervously followed behind him and quickly approached the front door.

Ethan gestured for Russec to raise his gun and aim.

He froze, kicked hard, and kicked the door lock.

"Bang."

The doorframe cracked, and the door slammed inside.

Russec walked inside, and Ethan rushed in.

"Bang."

Gunshots rang out.

The man standing in the living room was knocked over by a shot from Rusek, and Ethan quickly stepped forward and kicked the AR15 that had fallen to the ground to the side.

At this time, there was also a loud bang at the back door.

Erin and Horstead burst in, and Hank and the others burst into the house through the front door, running up the stairs at high speed to search all the way.

With a shout of safety, Ethan inserted the revolver into the holster.

I already knew that there was no one else in the house, and I was just pretending.

Rusekh stood still, his arm shaking.

Glock in his hand kept pointing at the man lying on the ground.

"Give me the gun."

Ethan reached out and grabbed Glock's sleeve.

Only then did Rusek come to his senses and let go of his hand.

The handle of Glock's gun was already soaked with sweat from his hands, and Ethan crouched down with his gun and touched the neck of the bandit in the house, still with a slight pulse.

The bandit was shot in the chest by Rusek and has now fainted, not dead.

He let go of his hand and pressed the walkie-talkie:

"Call the main station, there was a firefight, and the suspect was shot."

"An ambulance is needed, and plainclothes police officers are present at the scene, so that the patrol officers should pay attention."

(End of chapter)