"Notify the patrol police, notify the forensic office, and let the dispatch center send additional personnel."

Hank put on his gloves and said in a cold tone:

"I want this warehouse to be sealed, inside and out, to check everything, and not let go of any evidence."

"Understood."

Erin nodded, she held down the walkie-talkie, and walked outside.

"Be careful."

Ethan pointed to the blood-colored shoe prints on the ground, and then carefully pinched a small piece of blood-red coagulation from Megan Benson's body.

"What is this?" Antonio inspected it and looked at what Ethan was holding.

"Sin."

Ethan's fingers rubbed together, sticking to the powdered blood, which turned into a red paste on the disposable glove: "Endless sin." ”

In the light, the things in his hands were extremely red.

"It's unfortunate, but it's good news!"

Antonio was silent for a while, then took out a condom filled with blood from it: "Under our persecution, these people hurriedly moved. ”

"They are all new, and most of these fans should have been ruined."

"What's the good news?" Erin walked up from behind.

"At least they wouldn't dare do the same thing to the other two girls until the guy they were in charge of picking up the goods before arrived."

Antonio put the condom down: "They were afraid that their goods would be destroyed. ”

Not wanting to face such a sight again, they all walked out of the room.

Ethan took off his disposable gloves and angrily asked, "Could it be Gavin's someone who called them?" ”

"That's his nephew after all!"

"No!"

Hank shook his head decisively, and he kicked the goods next to him: "He's Italian, but he's also a gangster." ”

"For these people, in front of interests, family affection is not the most important."

"There are two or three hundred thousand stolen goods hidden in this warehouse, if he hadn't been forced by us, he wouldn't have told him about this place."

Now, he has no choice but to accept Hank's statement.

But when he saw Megan Benson's eyes just now, he had already made up his mind.

Prison is not where Sean Collins belongs, death is.

The patrol officers quickly arrived at the scene, and under the command of Ethan, they quickly searched the warehouse, and the stolen goods inside were also sealed.

Hank answered the phone and drove away.

It didn't take long for Ethan and the others to return to the police station and wait for the next clue from Jean or Olinsky, leaving the scene for others to deal with.

"Can you tell me where I'm going to go at night?"

In the pantry, Ethan took out the coffee pot and poured two cups of coffee: "I think it's going to bring an assault rifle or a python revolver." ”

"Haha."

Erin took the coffee and smirked, "It's not funny at all." ”

After a few sips of hot coffee, the cold body finally eased up, and the two of them walked out of the balcony and lazily basked in the sun.

It wasn't until the body became warm and warm that the coldness just now was finally swept away.

A good police detective must have excellent psychological adjustment ability.

Otherwise, ordinary people simply can't bear it when they come into contact with these things.

Just like Rusek's father, who has always been a patrol officer, even if he has the opportunity, he is reluctant to enter these departments.

Erin looked at Ethan, who was smoking a cigarette without a puff.

From the outside, he looks like a sunny and handsome boy.

The marksmanship is accurate, and she will not show mercy in the face of criminals, which is the biggest impression on her.

But the danger Hank was talking about, she really couldn't see.

"Ahem~"

Erin coughed lightly, and was about to knock on the side.

"Bang bang."

Jean appeared at the door of the pantry, knocked on the door several times, and waved to them.

Ethan took two puffs of his cigarette and snuffed out the cigarette butt.

The two hurried back to the Chase room, where Jean had already pasted a photo on the whiteboard.

"New characters appear."

Jean opened the folder in his hand and handed out the documents to the three of them: "Ryan Potter." ”

"This is all the call logs found in Brandon's disposable phone."

"There are only two numbers on it, one of which is a prepaid mobile phone, and the owner's information cannot be found, and the signal has been lost."

"I guess Sean used it, and the phone should have been ruined by him."

"The owner of the other number is Ryan Porter."

Ethan looked at the clues that Jean had gathered on the paper, which were listed in great detail.

A 26-year-old white male, with a record of Tibetan independence on several occasions.

"Hey!"

Erin tapped the paper, "He used to work as a paramedic for three different ambulance companies, and they were all fired. ”

"Needless to say." Olinsky put down the paper:

"I'm betting a hundred dollars, and this must be the guy they're looking for to do the surgery."

He took out his phone and walked to the whiteboard:

"This guy is going to take a picture of Olinsky, and if he is spotted...

Before he could finish his sentence, his phone vibrated violently.

"I was at the underground ink tattoo parlor and saw a black man with medium hair getting out of the car with a medical bag on his back."

The hands-free was turned on, and Olinsky's voice continued to sound: "Do you think this person is here to take independence?" ”

"I'll send you the picture later, and you can ask Jean to look it up in the database to see if he has a criminal record."

Looking at the photo on the whiteboard, Antonio asked hurriedly:

"Is there a red spot the size of a fingernail on your forehead?"

"Hey, how do you know?"

Olinski's voice became surprised, but he lowered his voice again and said quickly: "There's another SUV, and I see the people in the cab, Sean Collins!! ”

"Let's go right away."

Hearing Orlinsky's words, Antonio immediately hung up his phone: "Jean, notify Hank, notify the patrolman, !! ”

The three of them rushed downstairs as fast as they could.

The wheels spun wildly, and the three cars sped through the traffic.

Don't say that the condoms are broken, those condoms have the possibility of breaking, and every minute every night, there is an additional risk.

As you approach the underground ink tattoo parlor, the hum of sirens is heard in the distance.

"Smack."

After two gunshots, screams rang out and passers-by fled.

The wheels rubbed wildly, and after drifting rapidly, a patrol vehicle parked in the middle of the road appeared at the end of the street.

Not far from Ethan, one in front of the other, two people ran desperately.

A policewoman with a ponytail is chasing a white man into an alley.

"Sean Collins."

Ethan slammed on the gas pedal and the Chevrolet slammed onto the pavement.

Burgess and Atwater were on patrol when they suddenly received a message from the dispatch desk:

"At the end of the break, I found that there was a person involved in the case in the underground ink tattoo parlor, and I hurried over to support."

"Roger."

The two looked at each other, and Atwater quickly turned the steering wheel and drove towards the scene of the crime.

As soon as I arrived at the place, I saw a man rushing out of the back door and running wildly.

"Stop!"

Before Burgess could stop the car, he hurried after the fleeing man.

Atwater was just about to follow, but another person rushed out the back door and fired two shots at the place where he had escaped.

"Chicago Police!"

He had no choice but to shout and chase after the man who ran out from behind.

"Stop now."

Burgess ran fast, carrying a gun in one hand and shouting at the man in front of her, "Or I'll shoot." ”

The figure flashed and disappeared at the mouth of the alley.

She scurried in, and as soon as she turned the corner, a dark shadow pounced on her.

"Bang!"

Burgess was overturned, and the two fell to the ground, rolling twice.

Holding Glock's hand, held firmly.

In a flash of cold light, a dagger appeared in the man's hand.

The man's eyes were fierce, and he stabbed her hard.

With her other hand, she used all her strength to support the man's arm, the tip of the knife trembling back and forth a few centimeters of her face.

"Help!" Burgess screamed in horror.

"Bang!"

The hand that held the handle of the knife suddenly exploded.

The dagger was also knocked a few meters away, and blood splattered, splattering Burgess with blood all over his face.

"Ah!!h

The man riding on top of her screamed, hugged his blown arm, jumped to his feet, and spun in a circle.

"Bang!"

There was another gunshot, and the knee exploded, and red blood and white bone residue flew everywhere.

Sean twisted and struggled to stand upright, but his knees hit the concrete floor.

Burgess jerked his head back, his pupils constricting.

Ethan strode forward, his jacket swinging, and the python revolver in his hand continued to spew fire.

"Bang bang."

Two more shots in a row hit Sean's body, raising two clouds of blood mist.

Inside the alley, blood was splashed everywhere, Sean's eyes were frightened, and his body swayed back and forth.

Footsteps approached, and the hot muzzle of the gun pressed lightly against the door of his head.

"Sean Collins, I sentence you, to death!"

Ethan grinned and jerked the trigger, sending the hammer down hard.

"Bang!"

Thank you for the reward from the advanced patient who has difficulty getting up, thank you!

(End of chapter)