The group stood on their left and right, and Antonio picked up the crowbar to break the door.

He snapped the crowbar into the crack of the lock, put one foot on the iron door, and slammed his hands into force.

There was a screeching scraping noise, and the door lock slammed out.

Ethan and Rusek quickly grabbed the iron door and dragged it to the side, leaving the door wide open.

"Chicago Police."

Erin, Hank, and Olinsky yelled and threw themselves inside.

"Slivers."

Spotting the uninvited guest, Ward's men did not rest on their laurels, they quickly grabbed their guns from their side and pointed them at the front door, and the next moment, bullets crackled.

"Bang bang."

Erin quickly pulled the trigger and stepped forward quickly.

She didn't notice, but she was already caught in the muzzle crosshair in the distance.

"Be careful."

Ethan sprang forward, grabbed Erin in his arms, and rolled around on the ground a few times.

The machine behind him instantly splashed a row of sparks.

Erin was knocked down by a huge force, and then she was dizzy.

By the time she could react, Ethan had taken her to a corner of the machine and pressed underneath her.

"Stay safe."

The gunshots around her were still ringing out, and Ethan smiled and pinched her face, rolled over and crouched up.

The members of BFIPU were all leaning on the machines near the doorway and firing into the inside.

The radar had already monitored the point of light, Ethan picked up his shotgun, walked around from the side, and disappeared from Erin's field of vision in two or three clicks.

She gritted her teeth and touched her face, then got up and lifted Glock.

Gunfire erupted and bullets shuttled.

Inside the factory, it was caught in a fierce battle for a while.

Ethan quickly moved to the side, and next to the printing press not far from him, a man in a vest was raising his AK47 rifle high, the muzzle of which was constantly spewing tongues of fire.

The powerful recoil shook the arm of the man in the vest and trembled wildly.

Ethan held Remington and slammed the trigger.

"Bang."

A large cloud of blood mist exploded, and the counterfeit banknotes that were being printed were instantly filled with many bright red spots like plum blossoms.

The man in the vest had half of his head smashed, and he looked particularly horrible.

He shook and fell hard.

The people of the other counterfeit money gangs were shocked, and the gunfire became sparse.

Antonio and Hank seized the opportunity and, under the cover of the others, quickly alternated forwards and fired non-stop at the inside.

Bullets spewed out, knocking a backward man to the ground.

"Drop your weapon."

With a roar, the remaining two people saw that the general trend was gone, hurriedly dropped their guns, and lay on the ground.

Ethan quickly stepped forward and kicked the pistol to the side.

The white man in front of him, with gray hair, was wearing only an apron on his upper body, revealing his strong muscles.

However, no matter how strong the muscles are, they dare not move in the face of the threat of the muzzle.

Ethan fell down on one knee and pressed heavily on his neck.

Not only that, but also adjusted a more comfortable posture, and then slowly took out the handcuffs.

"Release, I can't breathe."

The white man cried out in pain.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to die for a while."

Ethan patiently comforted him, and then locked the handcuffs and released his knees.

The apron man had just gasped for a few breaths when Ethan grabbed him by the hair.

After identification, he was the target of the trip:

"Green Ward."

"Guys, you've found the right master."

He already had a fierce face, but now that he was caught, his face was even more gloomy, and his mouth was tightly closed.

But Green Ward said that it doesn't matter if he doesn't speak, and with the clues he has so far, a life sentence will definitely not escape.

The other person was also handcuffed by Antonio.

After the others searched for a piece, they all gathered around.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Seeing the pile of counterfeit banknotes, Rusek quickened his pace excitedly, and he patted the pile of banknotes on the bracket: "If only this were true." ”

He sat up again, grabbed two handfuls of money, and put on a posture of treating money like dung:

"Lindsay, hurry up, take some pictures for me, I'm going to put them on Facebook."

"A bunch of counterfeit bills, what's there to shoot." Erin shook her head, took out her phone from the pocket of her bulletproof vest on her chest, and took a picture of him:

"Real guys are interesting."

"Do you think I don't want to?" Rusek remembered what he missed last time, and his speech was a little sour: "It's okay, others don't know it's counterfeit money." ”

Ethan didn't care about this living treasure and pressed the walkie-talkie:

"Call the main station, police number 99527, there was a firefight, two suspects were shot, and the scene has been controlled."

"An ambulance is needed, and the address is at Warehouse 1356, south of 13th Street."

"There were plainclothes police officers at the scene."

The voice of the dispatch office sounded: "Received, arrange it immediately." ”

"Antonio." Hankenu gestured: "Call the people in the bureau over as well, and let them deal with the follow-up." ”

"Okay."

Antonio shook his head: "We do all the dirty work, and the limelight is made by the people in the bureau." ”

"Don't complain." Hank looked around: "It's our credit, no one can take it away, but our intelligence team doesn't need to be in the limelight." ”

This kind of case will certainly attract the attention of the news media.

Hank had already made a rule that no one in the group would be allowed to be interviewed by the media.

Unlike other groups, when they solve a case that is not big or small, they are eager to be in the newspaper and make a name for themselves.

"You know." He patted Antonio on the shoulder:

"The last thing we need is media attention."

"Don't worry, I understand." Antonio didn't really have an opinion either, and picked up his phone with a smile.

Green Ward was arrested, and the case was over.

The body and the suspect were quickly taken away by the patrol police, and the scene was left untouched, even the pile of counterfeit banknotes was placed in its original place.

This crime scene will soon be interviewed by the media who have a good relationship with the police department.

They would also put a heavy stroke on the merit book of the 21st Precinct in the newspaper to prove that they were taking taxpayers' money and not eating dry food.

Back at the police station, busy with paperwork, Ethan remembered that there was still a person locked up in the garage below.

He crumpled up a ball of paper and smashed it at Erin, who was diagonally opposite:

"Did you forget something?"

"Shet." Erin also thought of Nadia, and hurriedly picked up her coat: "Leave it to me, I still have a little agreement with her." ”

She hurried down her coat while she wore her coat.

Cleaning up the table, Ethan was ready to leave.

At this time, Hank came out of the office and beckoned to him and Antonio.

The two looked at each other and walked into the office in confusion.

"The director just called me, and he was very angry." Hank pondered for a moment and said, "I received another complaint today about Horstead. ”

"I have something I can't say, can you take a trip."

Hank tapped on the table: "Persuade him as a friend, even if you want to find out the truth, you must pay attention to the ways and means." ”

Antonio nodded, he thought something was wrong with today's case:

"Is it still about that?"

"That's right."

Hank rubbed his head and said, "He went outside someone else's house again today to star, and he was watching openly." ”

"That's not how things are done, you go talk to him."

"Okay, I got it."

Horstead was introduced to the intelligence group by him, and the two were friends, and of course Antonio would not refuse this kind of thing.

"Then let's go."

Ethan knocked on the table: "Since he has the energy to toss, he must have no problem drinking." ”

"Hmm." Antonio's face was solemn, this kind of thing is not comfortable for anyone.

can only accompany him to drink and chat, so that he will not drill the horns again.

(End of chapter)