The suspect's wound kept gushing blood.

Horstead quickly put on his gloves and pressed his hand to them: "Come on, we have to press the wound, otherwise he will soon bleed to death."

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Ethan looked at Rusek: "Get started, now is the time to learn." ”

"Okay."

Russec hurriedly put on his gloves and pressed them against Horstead's hand.

Ignoring the daredevil, Ethan took his Glock and walked back, except for the initial impulse, Russec behaved decently.

There are not many rookie policemen who dare to shoot and refrain from fire.

Even so, Ethan had to hold his gun first and wait for him to calm down.

In the kitchen at the back, there are no traces of cooking use.

Inside was like a utility room, and Erin was rummaging through the cabinets.

The cupboard was littered with small cardboard boxes, and Ethan tipped Glock back into his waist and rummaged through it with gloves.

"Sand."

When moving a cardboard box, it was unusually heavy, and there was a crisp crashing sound inside.

Ethan hurriedly opened the cardboard box, which was full of pointed bullets.

"Irene."

He picked up the bullet and turned around.

"Police killers."

Erin hurriedly walked over, took the bullet in her hand, and said with a solemn expression.

"What do you mean?"

Ethan picked up another bullet and examined it carefully.

"These are M995 armor-piercing shells, Teflon-coated warheads capable of increasing penetration." Antonio came over, grabbed a bullet, frowned and said:

"Penetrating Kevlar, now you understand why it's called a cop killer, right?"

Ethan, of course, understands that according to the situation that Antonio said, the body armor worn by the vast majority of police officers is now useless.

Although they are not coming at the police, this ammunition can pose a great threat to them.

He and Antonio glanced at each other and brought the case to the top of the list.

"I've found something here."

Erin found a black plastic bag next to her and took out a small cardboard box that had been opened.

"Insulin."

Antonio took the box and looked at it: "What does this mean, the person who shot just now has diabetes?" ”

"What diabetes needs that much insulin?"

Erin opened the plastic bag, and it was full of small cardboard boxes that had been opened.

"Give it to me."

Ethan took the small cardboard box in Antonio's hand and put the armor-piercing bullet into it, which was just right, and the score was exactly right.

"There is no doubt."

Hank stood at the door of the kitchen, clasped his hands on his chest and said, "This is a transit warehouse for a gang of arms smugglers, and the person at the door has been confirmed dead." ”

"That idiot should have heard the news, knew that there were good goods here, and wanted to come to a wave of black and black."

"I agree with you."

Antonio shook his head and smiled: "In the past year, there are not a few people who have died stupidly, and when a person comes to rob an arms dealer, he doesn't know if his brain is in water." ”

"It's just that now this idiot has ruined all this, and we can't carry out our surveillance mission."

"I don't care about it here, I'll leave it to the patrol police to deal with the aftermath."

Hank stepped forward, picked up a box, and tossed it to Erin: "Investigate the source of these insulin boxes, find the delivery driver, these things must have a tracking serial number on them." ”

"Okay."

Erin took the box and nodded.

Hank looked to the other side, and before he could speak, Antonio shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I'm going to talk to an informant, this kind of powerful thing is circulating on the black market, and there won't be no news at all."

This time the monitoring mission was over halfway through, and the only good news was that they already knew what they were up against.

After a brief search, Ethan walked out of the house.

Patrol vehicles had been parked outside, and the house had been cordoned off.

Curious residents in the neighborhood stepped forward to watch, saw the corpse, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the ambulance in the distance, Ethan pulled Glock out:

"Have you calmed down?"

Rusek nodded, and when he took the pistol, his fingers still trembling slightly.

This still didn't kill him on the spot, and if he killed someone, the impact on him would probably be greater.

"Detective."

Rusek tucked the pistol back into the holster and pulled Ethan aside: "Can you tell me how you felt after shooting the other day?" ”

"Why do you ask?"

Ethan sensed that he was still a little excited, and asked with a frown, "How do you feel now?" ”

"Excited."

Rusek looked left and right, swallowed a little and said, "I'm not scared, I don't feel sick, I just feel a little excited." ”

This kid is a talent.

If you can find yourself saying this, it seems that you think of yourself as a big brother.

"The first time you shoot, it's normal for anything to happen."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "You just need to know that you are doing the right thing." ”

"Okay, I got it."

Rusek nodded and spoke to Ethan, and his mood slowly calmed down.

But no matter how good his mentality is, he is still a newcomer.

After returning to the police station, Russec also ushered in Ethan's previous treatment, was forced to take a leave of absence by Hank, and went to see a psychiatrist.

This shooting was not as impactful as Union Station.

It is estimated that it is a day or two of rest to let him adjust.

"Ethan, come with me."

Not long after he sat down, Hank beckoned him out the door.

"Do you still have an impression of the case of Octopus, that little child?" The Cadillac SUV drove forward, and Hank glanced at him.

"Of course."

Ethan nodded, that little black was quite cooperative, and it didn't take long for him to pass, of course he remembered.

"He gave us key clues."

Hank said in a deep voice, "This kid wants to get out of the gang, and I want to help him." ”

Gangs are not playgrounds, they don't go in and go when they want.

Without the intervention of powerful people, without paying a big price, those who want to get out of the gang have only one ending: the corpse on the street.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ethan looked out the window, and the neighborhood environment gradually deteriorated: "This is their life, and we can't help anything, right?" “

"That kid has been living in my house for the past few days."

Hank said in a deep voice: "The last time he went back, he was beaten up by the gang. ”

"Reif is dead, and the anger of those people is directed at him."

"He's only fourteen or fifteen years old, what can he do?" Ethan pouted and said:

"Are you going to die with Reif?"

"That's right."

Hank nodded: "In the eyes of those people, that kid's behavior of hiding is extremely shameful, and he should resist with Reif, even if the end is death." ”

Well, Ethan doesn't understand this gang mentality.

"I talk to his boss, and under normal circumstances, they don't do anything to me."

Hank turned the steering wheel: "But, in case someone gets high, I need support." ”

"Don't worry."

Ethan smiled and patted his waist: "Your support is full at any time. ”

(End of chapter)