Seeing a flickering blue light in the distance, the Cadillac slowed down and stopped next to the police car.

The patrol officer on the side walked over quickly, trying to get him to leave.

Ethan flashed his police lights to identify himself.

Seeing that the people inside were all wearing body armor, he also went around to the back of the car and took out the bulletproof vest from the trunk.

Cross the cordon and walk to the command car.

Hank also came to the scene and was looking at the house next to him.

"The house is registered in Dean Masters' name." A patrol captain described the situation: "The neighbor heard a woman screaming inside. ”

"Our people came here and knocked on the door to ask, and the people inside said they had guns in their hands, so let's get away."

Ethan stopped pulling at the bulletproof vest and looked at Erin puzzled:

"It doesn't sound like much to do with us."

This is not a shirk of work, this is a metropolis with a population of several million, and if the intelligence team takes over all the work, a few of them will not be able to work 24 hours a day.

"Masters is not an ordinary person, he has a note in the system and if there is a case related to him, he has to notify us."

Hank took over and continued:

"This man is an art criminal, and he was seriously suspected of being stolen from the art academy last year, but we couldn't catch him."

"Ah!!h

A piercing scream came from inside the house, startling them.

"Let's go."

Ethan took the hammer from Erin's hand: "Look what we want to do as an art criminal." ”

Except for Horstead, who was recuperating, everyone else rushed to the scene.

"Bang bang bang."

Hank banged on the door a few times: "Masters, this is Sheriff Boyt, open the door, let's get things settled, there's no need to hurt anyone." ”

"Nope."

An angry roar came from inside: "You stay away, or I will kill this Bichi." ”

Several people glanced at each other, and Hank waved decisively.

Ethan grabbed the two handles of the hammer and raised his arms in the air.

"Boom."

The hammer slammed into the lock, and the door slammed open.

"Hey, don't move." The people behind rushed in quickly, and the warnings sounded one after another:

"Put your weapons down."

Ethan tossed the hammer aside, pulled out the python and strode in.

In a spacious living room, a white man in a black sweater holds an Asian woman wearing only black underwear.

On the table in front of them, a large glass bowl contained a small half bowl of flour.

Next to the flour bowl, there are some suping tools.

"Stay away from me, I said, if you get any closer, I'll kill her." The man in the black sweater excitedly strangled the Asian woman by the neck and pointed the gun at her neck.

"No, please, hurry up and save me."

The Asian woman with short black hair shook her head frantically, tears on her face: "Please, I don't want to die." ”

"Masters, put the gun down."

Seeing the tension and emotion on both sides, Erin hurriedly stood up: "You put down the gun first, we are here to help you." ”

Masters didn't listen to her at all, and shouted at the Asian woman who was being held hostage:

"You framed me, you want to kill me, right?"

"I just want to be happy, why are you doing this."

After speaking, he grabbed the Asian woman's hair, pressed her into the flour bowl, and crushed her vigorously: "You damn Bichi." ”

"Bang."

Suddenly there were gunshots.

Masters' head exploded in an instant, splattering blood and staining the ceiling red.

The chaotic scene came to a halt for an instant, and two seconds later, the piercing screams continued as the Asian woman pushed the body aside behind her and quickly hid in the corner.

"Hey, why are you shooting."

Erin walked over dissatisfied: "We didn't get any information, I'm confident to convince him." ”

"No, I've already convinced him."

Ethan slammed the python's revolver back into the holster: "You look at the table, how much flour does he suck, what can he ask?" ”

"This man's spirit is completely insane, are you going to exchange that woman's life for information?"

Erin was speechless, and she spread her hands helplessly:

"What if you get hurt by mistake?"

"You just want me to be a hundred shots within a dozen meters."

Ethan waved his hand, interrupting the conversation.

The danger at the scene was lifted, and the patrol police outside also came in one after another to search the entire house.

Ethan pulled out a few tissues from the side and walked over to the Asian woman.

Her body was still shaking, her nose was broken, and her face was covered with flour and blood.

"Chinese?"

Ethan crouched down and looked at her with a smile.

The woman nodded hurriedly, the fear in her eyes still not dispelled.

"Let's wipe it off."

Ethan reached out and helped her wipe the flour and blood off her face.

On the other side, the patrol captain just now walked up to Hank, and he pouted at Isenu, "Did he shoot it?" ”

"That's right."

Hank muttered, "He just did what he had to do. ”

The patrol captain asked curiously, "Half a month ago, he was the one who killed the silencer, right?" ”

"How do you know?"

Hank has been in the Chicago Police Department for decades, and he knows everyone with a little seniority, and the patrol captain in front of him is no exception.

"There aren't many people with python revolvers."

The tall and fat patrol captain patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, you've found a great guy." ”

Ethan chatted briefly with the Chinese and noticed that she kept looking at the body lying on the side, and took her to the other side of the couch.

Erin threw him the coat she had found, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned you just now. ”

"It's fine."

It's just a vignette, and he doesn't pay attention to it.

Ethan took the coat and wrapped it up for the Asian woman.

"Can you tell me what's going on now?" Ethan crouched down and smiled at her, "You're safe now, don't be afraid." ”

The Chinese woman was shocked and said, "I don't know. ”

"After he had smoked some flour, he kept shouting that the people were coming for him and that he would be cleaned up."

At the same time, he took out a pistol from his body and kept waving it, saying that he was not afraid of anyone.

"I was scared and wanted to leave quietly."

"You all know what happened next."

"Detective."

Footsteps sounded behind her, and two medical staff walked over: "We need to let her go to the hospital for a physical examination first." ”

"Okay."

Ethan said to the Chinese woman: "You have a good night's rest, tomorrow I need you to come to the police station and make a statement." ”

She couldn't ask anything useful in her current mental state.

The Chinese woman nodded, wrapped her coat tightly, and followed the paramedics out of the house.

Ethan stood up and looked at the few words in the transcript.

"What did she confess?" Hank and Antonio walked over together.

"It looks like our Mr. Art Prisoner is in trouble." He tapped on the notebook and made a simple judgment:

"No matter what the trouble is, it should be able to kill him."

"That's right."

Antonio turned around and looked at the half-pound of flour on the table:

"These things should be the last party he threw for himself."

(End of chapter)