Ignoring the sign hanging from the glass door in the rest, Hank pushed hard and stepped inside.

Ethan hurriedly followed, and the two pressed the topic down.

The store is full of cards, trinkets, clothing, and the like.

The decoration is very chic, with a kind of light luxury style.

"Is anyone there?" Hank walked over to the front desk and reached out to pat the call bell.

"Ding-ding."

"Mr. Harris."

He shouted a few times, but no one answered.

Ethan turned to the side and looked inside the shop.

On the ground behind a display case, a pair of leather shoes stand up.

"Huh."

Ethan shrugged and pulled out the python.

Seeing this, Hank also quickly pulled out Glock, and the two of them outflanked and walked slowly behind.

Scanning the radar, there are only two of them.

Ethan lowered his gun and walked quickly to the erected leather shoes: "We've found the right person, but we're a step slower." ”

The owner, who was wearing leather shoes, had already collapsed in a pool of blood.

Judging by the appearance of the person they were looking for, judging from the color of his skin, he had been dead for some time.

Hank thrust Glock back in and said meaningfully:

"That's the case in criminal gangs, and I don't know which one comes first."

"The slightest suspicion will become the object of purge."

"Don't tell me."

Ethan smiled and put the python away: "Even if I chose another path at that time, it must have been me to clean others, not the other way around." ”

"I don't doubt it."

Hank shrugged his shoulders and pressed the walkie-talkie: "This is Sheriff Hank Boyt, police number 32419, who found the scene of the murder and arranged for the patrol to come and deal with it." ”

After giving the address, he let go of the walkie-talkie, stretched out his finger and shook it in a circle.

Ethan nodded, pulling disposable gloves out of his pocket.

He looked around the heights, found a surveillance camera, and immediately walked to the front desk.

The computer here does not have a lock screen, which quickly made him flip to the surveillance system.

All the way back to an hour ago.

Hit the pause button and continue playing.

Ten seconds later, three hooded men pushed open the glass door and walked into the store, they were covered so tightly that they could not see their physical features.

If you make a bold guess, it's okay to say that these people are flat-chested women.

Two of them walked to the front desk, and Harris sat in Ethan's current position, and when he saw the two men, he tried to get up and run away.

The visitor instantly recognized his intentions and raised two pistols to halt Harris.

At the same time, the man standing at the doorway also reached out and turned the sign in the business around.

"Click."

Ethan jerked the spacebar and finally caught a hint of a horse's foot.

He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of the screen.

Even though they were tightly wrapped and wearing gloves, their complexion was exposed when they raised their guns.

All three of them are black, and while they are of little use, at least they are not confused.

Continuing to play the video, Harris was shot behind by two men, and he said something excitedly, but was quickly knocked over by several shots.

The three black men in hoodies also quickly left the scene.

Fast forward until he and Hank entered, and no one entered the store in between.

The surveillance feed stops playing, and Ethan rummages through the drawer.

There was nothing in it, just some miscellaneous items, and two small packets of flour, and he put the flour into the space, maybe he could use it when he framed people in the future.

"The gunmen were three black men."

Ethan walked back: "This is the only clue in the surveillance, what about you?" ”

Hank, rummaging through the trash can, said with a sullen head:

"Wait a minute."

Soon, he walked to the table next to him and threw the shredded paper in his hand onto the table: "I think I know what these people are doing, and it has nothing to do with the stolen paintings." ”

"But they're also doing something interesting."

"What's interesting?"

Ethan walked up to him, picked up the shredded paper from the table, and tugged at it a few times, but it was surprisingly tenacious.

"Do you know why you put money in the washing machine and it can't be washed?"

Hank pulled twenty dollars out of his pocket and tugged at Ethan, "Because it's not made of ordinary paper." ”

"Instead, cotton fibers and hemp."

He gestured to the jeans stacked in the corner: "It's made of the same material as those things." ”

Ethan picked up the shredded paper and the twenty dollars together, rubbing them together with both hands, and it felt almost the same.

"The material is very well done."

Hank also rubbed the money in his hand: "This guy is very powerful, ordinary people can't do it." ”

He nodded to the corpse lying on the ground again: "It seems that they have changed careers again, this is a team that makes counterfeit banknotes, and he is responsible for the production of raw materials." ”

"Masters is a painter!" Ethan's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly:

"You're right, this is a gang that makes counterfeit banknotes, and Harris provides the banknotes, so Masters must be in charge of making the engravings."

"We've definitely missed something in the Masters house."

"I'll stay here." Hank banged on the table and said:

"If you contact Olinsky and Antonio and re-inspect Masters' home, it will definitely be rewarding."

"Understood."

Ethan pulled out his phone and walked briskly outside.

Twenty minutes later, he got into a taxi and arrived at Masters' house.

As the scene of the murder, it is still sealed.

Raise the cordon and walk in, and the blood stains left over from last night can still be seen on the floor of the living room.

He sat on the couch and waited for a while, when the sharp sound of brakes sounded outside.

Soon, Olinsky and Antonio walked in together.

"Hey."

Ethan said hello to Olinsky: "How's the matter at home?" ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't have enough manpower right now, so I can only call you back."

"It's fine."

Olinsky squeezed out a smile: "It's almost done." ”

His own people belong to his own people, other people's family affairs, it's not easy to ask too much, Ethan reached out and bumped fists with him: "If you need help, just ask." ”

Antonio was holding a bunch of things in his arms, and he pulled out a rolled up piece of white paper and handed it out to Ethan and Olinsky:

"Jean and Rusek have found blueprints for the house, which indicate the original structure and dimensions of the building."

"This is a hand-held rangefinder, and by comparing the drawings, it is easy to find out the secret room."

Ethan had the drawings on the second floor, studied the rangefinder, and walked up the stairs.

Olinski walked around the first floor, and Antonio ran to the third floor.

Inside the house, empty footsteps sounded.

Ethan compared the drawings as he pressed the instrument, and the red laser shot around.

Walking to a studio, without scanning, he felt that the size of the blueprint logo was much worse, measured with an instrument, and then simply converted, this room was seven or eight square meters less.

"Hey, come to me."

Ethan walked outside and shouted, "I've found something here." ”

(End of chapter)