"Click."

Rusek snapped his fingers quickly, he wanted to stand up, and sat down with another sigh of cold air:

"I was on surveillance just now, and I saw this car appear."

Hearing his words, everyone gathered around.

Russec endured the pain and quickly worked on the computer, quickly allowing him to find the relevant surveillance footage.

He taps on the keyboard to freeze the frame.

"Jesus fish, brown van." Russec tapped his fingers on the screen: "Exactly as Erin described." ”

"Wait a minute."

Jean takes over the keyboard, and with his manipulation, the screen zooms in.

"God's Tent."

Antonio read the text on the side of the van and pouted, "I know this car, it's a food delivery truck for a church at the corner of 63rd Street and California Street." ”

"This kind of car is used to deliver meals to lonely and helpless elderly people, and now it seems that they have developed a new business."

Hank nodded repeatedly: "Do you know anyone from this church?" ”

"I can't say I know each other." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and said, "The priest there is called Mike, an old GD, who was in prison a few years ago. ”

"Now it seems that he has not sat enough."

GD is a long-established Chicago gang with a lot of strength on the South Side.

He has been in existence much older than Ethan, and there are forty or fifty thousand active gang members.

To make Antonio say that he is an old GD, he must be someone who adheres to the old-school style.

Gangsters like these know what happens to anyone who tries to get help from the police or snitch.

Everyone present knew that it would not be easy to pry open the mouth of this Pastor Mike.

The most disgusting thing about them is whistleblowers.

It's hard, but they always find a way to solve it, and a big part of their job is to fight these gangsters.

"Jean."

Hank quickly made a decision, and he gave the order: "Find all the photos of the people in this church and let Nadia identify them." ”

Erin took a step forward and said very simply:

"As long as there is someone she knows, I will immediately apply for a search warrant."

Back Alley of the Church, Cadillac.

Ethan looked to the side, where Atwater was nervously examining the body armor.

Olinsky had something to do temporarily and couldn't participate in the operation, and Rusek still had some egg pain, and bringing him was just one more burden.

Ethan simply ran to the reception and asked for Atwater from Pratt.

Now it's a capture, and Atwater's strong size also has an advantage.

I wanted to call Burgess, but she went to the hospital instead.

Ethan waited for the action signal and asked curiously, "While you were dealing with that garbage complaint today, the owner of the house, the old woman, kidnapped a small child. ”

"That's right!"

Atwater nodded hurriedly: "If it weren't for the accident, we wouldn't have found out." ”

"Who would have thought that a pathetic-looking old woman would actually hide a child in the basement, and according to the information we found, the child has been missing for two years."

"Poor boy, who knows what kind of life he has lived in the past two years."

"Fucking world."

Ethan shook his head and said.

As he went downstairs to look for help, he heard the patrolman talking about Atwater and Burgess, two lucky guys.

When I inquired, I learned that such a horrific thing had happened.

"You should know by now." Ethan tapped the steering wheel: "In this world, nothing is insignificant, and no matter how small it is, it may bring unexpected consequences." ”

"For you, it could be an annoying nuisance case."

"But for that kid, that's his new life."

"I've learned a lot in the process." Thinking of his listlessness this morning, Atwater's face was hot, he stopped his movements, and said with a solemn expression:

"In the future, we must take every little thing more seriously."

"I hope you remember."

Ethan raised his arm: "Keep it up, I'm optimistic about you, the intelligence group needs someone like you." ”

"Thank you."

Atwater excitedly bumps fists with Ethan and fights him with a tube of chicken blood, which makes his blood boil.

"Ready, assemble."

The headset sounded irritantly, and Hank's words were heard.

They quickly got out of the car, which was an alley next to barren weeds, and in the iron fence, a gray van was parked, exactly like the one on the surveillance video.

At the opposite alleyway, Hank, Irene, and Antonio got out of the car in full gear.

A group of five men converged at the iron gate in the middle, and Antonio put on his goggles, his welding torch spewing flames at the iron lock.

Ethan half-crouched beside him, gun raised and looked around.

In this kind of place, any sunspot may carry a gun on his body.

After waiting anxiously for a while, Antonio put away the welding torch and pushed it, and the iron door behind the church quietly opened.

"Be careful."

He took off his goggles and wiped off his sweat: "It's still hot, don't touch it." ”

There was no need for him to remind them, and those with brains were careful to avoid the reddened iron bars and quickly walked inside

Cross the trail and come to the back door.

In just a month or two, the people in the intelligence group have accepted the reality that Ethan is now the most powerful arrow in their group.

When conducting live operations, naturally, he becomes the one who gives orders.

Even Hank, who leaned against the wall and waited for orders.

Turn on the radar and scan inside.

Ethan raised his palm and swung it down.

Atwater immediately picked up the hammer, and with his strong arms, the hammer slammed into the lock with a strong wind.

"Bang."

The door slammed open.

Ethan carried the AR15 and rushed inside, so fast that Atwater couldn't reach it.

Seeing the layout clearly, he moved quickly inside like an arrow from a string, and when he approached a door inside, he jumped and kicked the lock hard.

"Bang."

Sawdust splashed everywhere and door locks jumped.

Like a fierce tiger, he pounced into the room with a fishy wind.

"Don't move, Chicago cop!"

"Bang bang."

Damn, don't worry!!

Hank hurriedly followed, he was afraid that Ethan would suddenly surprise all the people inside, and the mastermind behind it had not yet been found.

Later, Atwater was stunned and forgot to put down the hammer.

It wasn't until the others rushed in that he tossed the hammer aside, picked up his shotgun, and spread his legs to follow.

In the chess and card room, five or six old blacks were biting cigarettes and playing mahjong.

In front of them, there was a wad of Franklin's flickering pistols, pressed against the banknotes.

Lao Hei, who was wearing an earthy yellow suit vest, excitedly rubbed the cards in his hand.

The familiar touch made him know it was a whiteboard without looking at it.

He shouted murderously, "Touch yourself thirteen." ”

Just as he was about to slap the mahjong tiles down, there was a muffled sound outside the door, which stopped the movement in his hand.

I was just about to stand up, but with a bang, the door was violently broken.

The whiteboard in his hand slipped quietly.

"Don't move, Chicago cop."

Ethan saw the points of light sitting around inside, so he preemptively broke down the door.

In the face of the threat of the muzzle, there are still people who want to touch the pistol on the table.

He quickly pulled the trigger, and the two pistols on the table were hit by him, and the slamming bullets flew to the side, and the splashed sparks frightened the outstretched palm of the GD brother to freeze on the spot.

"I said, don't move."

The muzzle of the gun was pointed firmly at the group of people, and Ethan said in a deep voice: "The next shot will not be so accurate, who will try it first." ”

Thanks to the inquisitor brother of hell for the tip, thank you

(End of chapter)