The woman in front of her wiped away her tears, and she sniffed:

"Nothing special."

"We stay at the Sofitel every time we come over, and you know there's no Bloomingdale in Toronto."

"When I got to Chicago, he dropped me off at the hotel and told me to go shopping."

The Willenkov man's shoulders shook again, and he said with teary eyes: "God, who knows why this happened. ”

Hearing what she said, the corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

When she wiped away her tears again, Ethan knocked on the table, "Wailiankov, let me make it clear." ”

"Your husband, not because of an accident."

"We have evidence that he was involved in arms smuggling, which was the main reason why he was shot."

"Nope."

The Wailiankov man was shocked and said, "Do you know what you're talking about? George would never do such a thing. ”

"Of course I know what I'm talking about."

Ethan opened the folder and said with a sneer: "I also know that you are not in Bloomingdale Department Store today at all, you are in Waterfront City, right?" ”

By the time she had been here, Jean had already investigated her whereabouts.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

The Wailiankov shook his head in a panic, the tissue in his hand clenched tightly.

Ethan ignored her, took out the photos in the folder, and placed them in front of her one by one.

It was full of the murder scene they had taken today, as well as the crime scene where they had been shot by the same type of bullet before, and in the photo, a bloody corpse.

"Why are you showing me this?"

When the Wailiankovs saw the photo, their faces turned pale.

"The people inside were all shot by the bullets that George brought with him today and before." Ethan pulled the bullet out of his pocket and stood firmly in front of her.

"According to what we have investigated, seven people have died under this bullet so far."

"If you don't tell me the truth...

Ethan's fingertips tapped on the table, making a clattering sound.

Every knock hit her heart.

"I know you're not a killer, Wailiankov."

Erin grabbed her hand and whispered, "But you have to tell us everything, we're here to help you." “

The beating suddenly stopped, and the Wailiankovs trembled after it.

Seeing that she was still reluctant to speak, Ethan continued to put psychological pressure on her:

"I understand that money does come quickly."

"At first, you were just smuggling leaves and other small things, right, no one found out, and you grew more and more emboldened until you smuggled arms."

Ethan picked out one of the worst-looking photos and put them in front of her:

"Now that your husband is dead, you can't get out of it, and these seven lives, I will count them all on your head."

"I advise you to tell me what you know."

Erin looked at her and said in a deep voice: "As long as you cooperate with us, I will help you intercede in front of the prosecutor." ”

Back and forth, the psychological defense line of the Weiliankovs was completely penetrated.

She covered her face with her hands and said bitterly, "I went to Waterfront to meet my ex-boyfriend, and I didn't do anything to George." ”

The corners of Ethan's eyes twitched, and he handed the transcript and pen over:

"Write down your name and phone number, and I'll check it, I hope you don't lie again."

"I'm not lying."

The Wailiankov wrote a message into it and said incoherently, "I told George that working with Michael was a bad idea. ”

"He had to do it, saying he had a fast pass."

"There's no going to be a search, it's going to be fine."

"Smack."

Ethan jerked out his hand and grabbed her arm: "Weliankov, now let's talk about this Michael." ”

An hour later, Jane will begin.

Ethan walked up to the whiteboard with the photo and pressed it with a magnetic sticker:

"Michael Ganz, distant nephew of the murdered driver."

Above is a white man with a beard and a ponytail.

"According to the information found by Erin, there was a criminal record of armed robbery, and this person has a small team under him."

Ethan looked at the crowd and continued:

"It looks like Mr. Gantz is looking for industrial upgrading."

"According to the clues provided by the driver's wife, they have already helped this distant nephew do smuggling several times."

"This time, it's the idiot who wants to eat black today, and disrupts Ganzi's deployment."

"The insulin boxes in the house didn't have time to be destroyed, and he knew that we would soon be able to find the person who helped him smuggle them."

"Therefore, they decisively chose to extinguish their mouths."

Erin also stood up and shook the pen in her hand:

"The good news is that the Wailiankov usually comes with her husband every few weeks, and she just arrived in Chicago to meet her ex-boyfriend privately."

"Ganz didn't know that she was in Chicago too."

"In other words, Ganzi didn't know that he had been exposed, and he must have felt that he was safe now."

Jean also came to the second floor from the technical room, and he raised the paper in his hand: "According to the number provided by the Weiliankovs, I found that Ganz has made frequent calls to a place in the past twenty-four hours. ”

"It's a pawn shop called Lucky M in Gage Park."

"Good job."

Hank gave him a thumbs up in satisfaction, and it was not easy to find useful clues in a short time.

"Lucky M?"

Olinsky took the candy bar from his mouth: "I know the owner there, he's a broker. ”

"I have news here, too."

Antonio raised his hand: "Some time ago, an ordnance factory near Toronto was stolen and three thousand rounds of ammunition and fifty semi-automatic rifles were lost. “

"The missing bullets were confirmed to be these M995 armor-piercing bullets."

The pointed bullet in his hand shook a little.

By now, the matter has been very clear.

Michael Bouz, who got a supply in Canada, let a distant uncle who works in a pharmaceutical company and has a fast pass to transfer him into the country.

Then let the broker contact the buyer and sell the gunfire that was shipped.

"Orlinsky."

Hank glanced at his watch and stood up:

"You contact Lucky M's boss and ask him to arrange a deal tomorrow."

"Make it clear to him that if he dares to inform Buzz, or play any tricks, he will only be able to trade chrysanthemums in prison for the rest of his life."

"I promise he'll understand what you mean."

Olinsky smiled as he tossed the candy bar into his mouth and put his head down.

Since the matter has been scheduled for tomorrow, it means that today's work has ended.

Ethan pushed the whiteboard back into the corner, and Antonio picked up his coat and gestured to him to see him.

In the sheriff's office, Olinski is called in by Hank.

The two whispered and looked at him from time to time.

Ethan returned to his seat and sat down, stretched his legs on the table, tonight was destined to be particularly busy.

(End of chapter)