When they stepped forward to get the gunmongers under control, Ethan lowered his gun.

In order to keep his information from the table of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he this time precisely controlled the firing position.

Those who were hit, including Ganzi, were shot in the hands and feet.

I can't die, but it's definitely not comfortable.

The suspect was shot and the suspect died, two different concepts, and he didn't have to write a lot of paperwork.

"Huh."

A crisp finger whistle sounded.

Olinsky smiled and came out of the corner and swaggered over to Ganz:

"Idiot."

He reached out and tapped on the belt head: "The bugging device you want is here." ”

"In the future, when you tell stories to your boyfriends in prison, remember to make the details clear."

Ganz was sweating profusely in pain, and could only stare at Olinsky.

This kind of gaze can be seen a hundred and eighty times a year, and Orlinsky doesn't care at all.

Outside the factory, the siren quickly approached.

"Man, you're a fast man."

Ethan stepped forward and punched Olinsky: "I guess when you were in school, you were a sprint champion. ”

"Hahaha."

Olinsky smiled and scratched his beard: "A few guns in the back, whoever you let come, he is a sprint champion." ”

"Chicago Police."

At the front door, there was a shout.

This is to prevent accidental injury, and it is necessary to identify yourself loudly.

"Come in." Hearing that it was Atwater's voice, Erin replied loudly while handcuffing:

"The scene has been controlled."

Hearing her voice, Atwater and Burgess nervously walked in with Glock.

Seeing that all the members of the firing team had put down their guns and looked relaxed, they put their pistols back in their holsters and reported the situation to Pratt.

The ground was littered with empty bullet casings, and the two suspects were handcuffed in pools of blood.

The sight in front of them made these two people excited.

Atwater and Burgess are the two best performing patrolmen in the 21st Precinct, and Hank also uses them as a reserve force to cultivate.

If there is a major task, the two of them will be called to do support.

Familiarize them with the daily work of BFIPU and the various pressures in case they need it.

Ethan walked briskly to the van, the tarpaulin had been pulled apart by Erin and Horstead, and dozens of automatic rifles were scattered inside.

The magazines were all placed separately in the corners, next to a dozen paint buckets full of armor-piercing rounds.

Ethan grabbed the bullet and looked at it, the bullet had the same coating on the bullet as the one captured earlier, which was right.

"Good marksmanship."

Horstead held out his arm to him: "Good job. ”

The really difficult and time-consuming part of each case is the search for the truth.

Solving the murderer is a relatively simple matter.

"Thank you, this is the result of the team, in fact, it is all up to you to attract firepower in the front." Ethan high-fived him and said with a smile, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to go so well." ”

"He's right."

Hank hoisted the AR15 in front of him and put his hands on the handle of the gun: "As long as we are together, these people are clowns." ”

"Of course."

"The sheriff is right."

Everyone else came over and high-fived each other.

This time, we fought with the gun dealers, and everyone was unharmed, which is a happy thing.

Chinatown.

Several days have passed since the gun smuggling case.

In the past few days, Ethan has been here every day after work, and he will change into a Dodge Challenger.

Last time, he didn't think he was looking at the wrong person or hallucinating.

No matter how terrifying things are, I have encountered them all.

Hallucinations, not an option.

When Miranda left Banshee Town, she told Ethan that she was going to Chicago to join her cousin, and the location would be right.

This is a stripper with a very sense of justice, which is rare.

It was with her clues that she was able to destroy Procott's forces step by step like dominoes.

If Randa falls into the streets, he is obligated to pull her.

Through a few days of wandering, he has touched all the places in Chinatown, large and small.

Tonight, it seems, there is still little hope.

Ethan shook his head, slowly turned the direction of the spray, and drove to the next place.

The Dodge challenger wandered the streets for another half hour, and as he passed a small alley, he slammed his brakes down.

Under the street lamp, a familiar figure appeared in front of him again.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, and he finally didn't waste his efforts.

"Toot toot."

Hold the cap low and honk.

A small black stride ran over and leaned over the window:

"Sir, do you want that?"

Ethan raised his hand and nodded at the long-haired black woman who was smoking a cigarette on the corner.

"Good choice, wait a minute." The corners of Xiao Hei's mouth turned up, and he turned around and beckoned:

"Yo, Nancy, move your hips, come here."

Under Xiao Hei's shout, Miranda, who was wearing heavy makeup, twisted her waist and approached and pulled the car door.

"$200 a time."

This Nancy looked at the slowly moving night scene and said tiredly, "Do you want to be in the car or go to the motel?" ”

"Long time no see." Ethan took off his cap and threw it on his back:

"Why did you call Nancy?"

"You recognized the wrong person, I don't know what you're talking about?" The woman sitting in the passenger seat looked at Ethan, then hurriedly turned her head, and her voice became flustered:

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not feeling well."

"Come with me for a bite to eat." Ethan spun the wheel and drove towards a restaurant in the distance:

"Old friends meet and catch up."

This Nancy, that is, Miranda, became silent.

The Dodge challenger slowly stopped in the parking lot outside a fast-food restaurant chain, and Ethan tapped the steering wheel, "Are you going to have a bite to eat, or are you going to talk here?" ”

Miranda hesitated for a moment, then picked up the bag.

Walking into the restaurant, I didn't expect to meet acquaintances here, Atwater and Burgess were sitting on the high stool at the dining table eating supper.

But they turned their backs to Ethan and didn't spot him.

Ethan didn't want to say hello either, and led Randa to a corner of the restaurant and sat down.

"What do you want to eat?"

Ethan handed the menu to Miranda: "Order whatever, count it mine." ”

I haven't seen her for a few months, and she is a lot haggard, although she used to work in a strip club, but she is not as good as she is now.

The thick foundation can't cover her dark circles.

His skin is rough, his eyes are dull, and he looks much older than before.

"Sandwiches, coffee."

Miranda finally spoke, and said hoarsely.

"Just bring me a cup of coffee, thank you" Ethan handed the menu to the waiter, who folded his arms on the table and stared at Miranda:

"I'm sure you won't forget about me, right?"

"Of course not."

Miranda smiled wryly: "You are the most generous and gentlemanly customer I have ever met." ”

(End of chapter)