"What are you doing here?"

Erin walked briskly up the stairs and hugged him, "Is there anything I can't call?" ”

"Please."

The man named Justin hugged Erin tightly, and he glanced at Ethan defiantly, and then let go of his hand: "Do you welcome me?" ”

"I've never been to where you work, so come and see it."

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Erin touched his forehead.

The relationship between these two people looks unusual, and it feels very intimate.

Justin shook her hand away and said dissatisfiedly:

"Can't I come and see you?"

"Okay, let's go."

Erin smiled and pressed the code, and the wire mesh door popped open.

"Go up first." Ethan smiled at her and stepped aside.

"Hmm."

Erin nodded and led Justin up.

Ethan had long noticed that the reception sheriff Pratt had been probing his brain beside him, looking like he was gossiping.

"Sheriff."

Ethan walked over briskly and leaned against the reception desk: "Who is this Justin, Erin's boyfriend?" ”

"It's not your character to shout loudly there just now, and you didn't stop it."

"Won't it?"

Pratt put his hands on the countertop, looking incredulous: "Justin doesn't know, how did you become a police detective?" ”

"What does it have to do with the detectives?"

Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out two chocolates: "All I know is Justin Bieber." ”

"Thank you."

Pratt took the chocolate, opened the wrapper, and took a bite.

She chewed and said, "His name is not Justin Bieber, his name is Justin Boitt." ”

"Oh!"

Ethan slapped his head, this is Hank's son.

Not long after I was released from prison, I didn't expect to meet him here.

Solving the doubts in his heart, Ethan was no longer curious, he looked at Pratt: "How does it taste?" “

"Very good."

Pilates nodded repeatedly: "The aroma is very strong, the taste is smooth, and it is not too sweet, I like it." ”

"I have a lot of them here."

Ethan grabbed another handful of chocolates from his pocket and slapped it on the table: "Eat as much as you like, you're welcome." ”

"Tsk."

Pratt smiled and shook his head, "Otherwise, why are you my favorite detective!" ”

"Hahaha."

Ethan slapped the countertop with a smile: "I'll go up first, I still have things to do at night." ”

"Okay."

Pratt nodded hurriedly, smiling and grabbing all the chocolates on the table.

Noticing the longing gaze of the receiving officer behind her, she spread out her empty palms: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

After a few steps, the wooden door of the reception room next to it was pulled open from the inside.

A good-looking girl ran out of it with her long legs in a rage, and when she saw Ethan, she was stunned for a moment, and then walked down the middle stairs in a huff.

In the reception room, Olinski shrugged helplessly at Ethan.

The two walked upstairs together, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ethan scratched his head: "Lexi? ”

"That's right."

"She knows you're in trouble with her boyfriend?"

"Uh-huh."

"Adolescent girl, that's it, be patient."

Olinsky stopped and asked with a painful face: "How old are you, not yet 24 years old, six or seven years older than her, why is there such a big gap between people and people?" ”

Ethan said lightly: "Don't say anything like me, be careful that I turn my face." ”

"Huh?"

This sentence was beyond Orlinsky's comprehension, and he looked at it in confusion.

At this time, Justin, who was still smiling and walking up just now, walked down the stairs angrily, also looking angry.

"Hey, Justin."

Orlinsky saw that it was him, smiled and held out his hand.

"Hey."

Justin saw that it was him, and barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

He briefly shook hands with Olinsky and left in a huff.

Looking at this familiar picture, Ethan smiled: "Although this sentence should not be said, but compared to him, so what?" ”

"Justin is older than you, how can he still act like a rebellious teenager"

"One is more uneasy than the other."

Olinsky took out a twisted candy from his pocket, shook his head and said, "Compared to him, my daughter is still very well-behaved overall." ”

Comparing goods and throwing away, compared with Justin, his daughter is much more pleasing to the eye.

Back in the Chase room, Hank sits alone in his office.

Erin sat down in her seat, looking annoyed.

He doesn't want to take care of household chores, it's easy to be a person inside and out, and if he needs help, Hank will naturally speak.

After a few minutes of rest, the people who went out to eat also came back one after another.

After most of the day's rest, Atwater returned to patrol, and the group got into the car and drove towards the address Jean had found.

In an old industrial area, there are few street lights.

A few dog barks sounded in the distance, and it was even more silent.

On the dim street corner, two dark shadows emerged.

The black shadow stopped walking and stopping while holding the weapon, looking around, revealing a sense of slaughter.

"Rusek and I have gone up to the roof."

Hearing the voice of the headset Liolinski, Ethan slowed down, and the two dark shadows were him and Irene.

Inside the factory, there was a faint roar.

Waving his arm, Ethan knelt down on one knee and pressed the walkie-talkie: "It's quiet in the back, red brick façade, no back door." ”

"Continue the detour and check the side door."

Hank's voice rang out.

He and Erin looked at each other, and the two stood up and continued their search along the silent street.

Ethan looked ahead, observing for anyone to stand guard and for emergency escapes.

Erin pressed his shoulders and looked up from time to time.

No one knows if there will be surveillance cameras installed outside.

"A pickup truck was found."

Antonio's voice came from the headset: "The target should be in the factory, there is luggage in the car, it seems that these people are ready to run away at any time." ”

"Orlinsky?"

Hank's hoarse voice rang out, looking a little anxious.

Ethan turned around the corner and saw Hank and Antonio crouched behind a pickup truck with the wide factory gate next to them.

The two groups gestured to each other and joined together.

On the rooftop, Olinsky and Rusek crouched next to a vent.

Hearing Hank's urging, he pressed the walkie-talkie:

"Don't worry, it'll be right away."

Russec was holding the hose speculum, carefully reaching down, his intently staring at the ever-shifting images on the screen.

A few seconds later, the inside of the factory was displayed on the screen.

"Alright."

He licked his lips and slowly turned his perspective.

In the small factory, there are several old-fashioned printing presses, and the machines are working non-stop.

The white paper is engulfed, and the counterfeit money is spit out.

A set of workflows, like a smooth flow.

In the corner of the side, counterfeit dollar bills that had been printed and cut were piled up more than a meter high.

"Found it, it's sure it's a fake nest."

Olinski leaned over to look at the screen and whispered, "Pastor Mike didn't lie to us, it seems that he was really." ”

Next to the front door, Ethan pressed the intercom:

"How many people?"

The distance is too far for his radar to detect.

"Four." After a while, Rusek's voice rang out.

"Do you have any weapons?" Hank asked.

Olinsky hesitated and said: "It's hard to say, I can't see clearly. Assume they have. ”

"Alright, come down." Hank lets go of the intercom.

A minute later, the sound of shredded footsteps rang out.

They converged, and Russec quickly recounted the layout and the approximate location of the personnel.

After making sure everyone else understood what was going on, he stopped.

The group looked at Ethan and held the gun in their hands.

At this time, what else is there to say, Ethan grabbed the Remington handguard and pulled hard.

With a click, the shotgun was loaded.

(End of chapter)