Several cars sped away, and the sound of sharp brakes sounded.

Ethan jumped out of the car and ran towards the trunk.

He quickly put on the bulletproof vest and picked up the Remington M870.

If these people don't dare to fight back, forget it, as long as they dare to resist, let them see the power of trolls.

Pedestrians on the side of the road saw this and hurriedly fled into the distance.

"Ethan, Erin, Hostend, back door."

Hank quickly gave the order, "The rest of you, follow me." ”

There is no time to slowly discuss countermeasures, and the top will shoot and kill people at any time.

Ethan spread his legs and ran down the narrow alley, the footsteps behind him quickly following.

At the back of the building, next to the dark alley, is a fire staircase.

Two security guards were leaning against the wall and smoking, when they saw several people in bulletproof vests rush out, and their fingers trembled in fright, and the cigarettes slid down.

"Casino, on what floor?"

Ethan approached with a sinister breath, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed directly at one of the men's faces.

"Third floor!"

The man said in a trembling voice.

Reaching for them and confiscating the firearm from his waist, Ethan kicked the two Chinese security guards away and quickly moved up the fire staircase.

Coming to the third floor and looking at the half-hidden back door, Ethan slowly opened it with the barrel of his gun.

There are three points of light inside, and the distance is normal.

The sizzle of pouring vegetables and the clatter of pots and spoons sounded, and this was a kitchen.

"Coax!"

As soon as he pushed the door open, a flame burst out.

This movement startled Erin and Horstead.

The stove made a furious noise like a jet engine, and flames gushed violently below.

Tawny pho churns up and down, and thinly sliced beef jumps in the middle.

The aroma rushed to his face, and Ethan took a deep breath.

Dry fried cow river!

This wok, absolutely absolute.

"Bang Dang~"

The spoon in the cook's hand flew out of his hand, and he looked at the three uninvited guests in full armor in a daze.

"Poor!"

Ethan nodded the police badge on his waist: "The gambling hall is tied to the side beans?" ”

The cook did not speak, and pointed to a passage with a trembling voice.

"Oh!"

He nodded, crossed the steamers and walked briskly to the left.

Pushing open the partition door, he immediately saw Hank squatting on the opposite side and the three people following him.

Next to it is the gambling hall, and the shouts rang out.

"Shut up!"

"Be honest."

"If you don't want to die, don't move."

Ethan bent down and slowly walked into the gambling hall.

The vast majority of gamblers here were driven to a corner and squatted, controlled by a black hood with a gun.

At one of the tables, there were several people seated.

There was a lot of cash piled on top of it, and three other black hoods were standing next to the table, one of them asking something.

In their hands, they all had long and short guns.

With a wave of Hank's arm, the firing group quickly approached.

"Chicago cops, don't move!"

Ethan roared and rushed out like a cheetah.

One of the black hoods subconsciously turned his head, and before he could react, the boots slammed down on him with a strong wind.

The tremendous force directly kicked him away.

"Bang!"

The black hood fell down and smashed the chair to pieces.

Antonio quickly ran behind the black policeman who was alone in control of the crowd, and put the muzzle of his gun against his neck:

"Don't mess around, you'll go off."

Ethan kicked one of the black officers into the air, and then slammed the butt of his rifle into the body of a man next to him.

The man fell to the ground with a grunt, curled up like a boiled shrimp.

"Come!"

He stepped on the man's back and put the barrel of his gun against his head:

"Give me a reason to shoot, thanks!"

Under Hank's command, Atwater strode forward, holding down the man Ethan had kicked and quickly picking him up.

The last black policeman was surrounded by four assault rifles, and did not dare to move.

"Drop your weapon!" Hank shouted:

"Slow down, I don't want to shoot, don't push me."

"I'd love to shoot." Ethan put his finger on the trigger and looked up at the black policeman at the end:

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want."

Atwater licked his lips and looked nervously at the scene in front of him.

"Don't shoot."

The black policeman's chest heaved and he slowly lowered his gun.

The others quickly stepped forward, cuffed up all the black policemen, and quickly disarmed them.

Ethan let go of his foot, this is not over yet.

Getting these people to confess is only the first step, and the next step is to find an opportunity to sink them all into Lake Michigan.

The scene was under control, leaving Olinski and Atwater to watch the scene.

The rest of the people walked downstairs with a few black policemen.

At Hank's behest, they left the last shred of decency for these people.

The hood was well worn and not taken off.

Still, Hank easily recognises his old partner.

As soon as he turned the corner, he pushed Zhanmi Shi against the wall fiercely, his eyes full of disappointment:

"Why?"

Ethan and the others ignored Hank and continued to escort people down.

The weight of the partner in the US police is quite high, and when performing tasks, they are all life and death.

Let him say a few words, and nothing will get in the way.

Zhanmi had been under control all the time, and he didn't see Hank and Olinsky at all.

Only now did he know who his captor was.

"Hank."

Zhanmi roared angrily, "Wotfa, what are you doing here? ”

"You're arrested."

Hank said hatefully: "You are suspected of robbery, murder!" ”

"Are you crazy?"

He slammed his fist into the wall next to him: "For the money, I understand, but why kill that child." ”

"Robbery, kid?"

Zhanmi's eyes blinked, and then he erupted into anger: "Do you mean the case in the morning?" ”

"What does that have to do with me?"

"This is an arrest operation that has been going on for six months, and the target is the leader of the triad."

"Really?"

Hank took two steps closer and stared at his eyes, "What is this, and you still need a hood for the capture activity?" ”

After a few tugs on his hood, Hank tugged at his clothes excitedly:

"Where's the badge? What about logos? ”

"I've been in this place for eleven years." Zhanmi gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone knows my face. ”

"This method can effectively force clues."

Zhanmi stepped forward against Hank's forehead and said coldly, "You haven't used this kind of method. ”

"If there are any problems now, let's go back and talk about it."

"You bastard, I don't want to talk to you in handcuffs."

Zhan Mi's straightforward look calmed Hank, after all, he was an old partner, could it be a mistake.

He hesitated and pulled Zhanmi downstairs.

Twenty-one precincts, garage.

The patrol soon arrived at the scene, and all the members of the intelligence team returned to the team, pulling the four back to the police station.

At Hank's request, their handcuffs were all unraveled.

Having disarmed them, Ethan didn't care at this time.

He pressed his palm to the hilt of his gun and stared at the men in front of him.

The people of the firing group stood separately from the people who occupied the rice, and they were clearly distinguished.

They took off their hoods and looked angry.

The two people who were kicked by Ethan and put on the butt of a gun squatted directly on the ground, their faces painful.

"What the hell are you doing, Boyt?"

Zhanmi angrily walked up to Hank: "How come I don't know, when did you enter the Ministry of Internal Affairs?" ”

"BFIU is investigating a robbery and murder."

Hank stepped forward and said unceremoniously:

"You also know this case, your gang is exactly the same as the people filmed in the surveillance, what else is there to say?"

Zhanmi yelled angrily, "I'm not a black policeman! ”

Hank gritted his cheeks: "Zhanmi." ”

"We used to be partners!"

Zhanmi interrupted him and shouted, "Does the word partner mean something in front of you?" ”

"Have I ever doubted you, never."

"Erwin."

Zhanmi stared fiercely to the side again, he looked at Olinsky and said loudly, "I didn't even suspect you. ”

Olinsky's eyes dodged, not daring to look him in the eye.

"After all the things we've been through together, you two bastards are suspicious of me like that."

Zhanmi stared at Hank again and said excitedly, "Even if those people came to ask me about Brownie, I didn't say anything. ”

"I'm a man of my word."

"You think I'm going to kill a child for money?"

This aggressive appearance made Hank speechless, and his face turned blue and white.

Zhanmi's subordinates also looked full of anger.

Seeing them like this, the faces of the people in the intelligence group were solemn, maybe they really caught the wrong person.

Anyway, now the evidence points to a few of them.

The wicked man did it himself, and Ethan stepped forward, intending to take them together and interrogate them separately.

"Guys!"

At this time, Jean hurriedly walked out of the technical room:

"I just received a notification from the liaison desk that a patrol officer reported a robbery."

"The place where I was robbed was the karaoke house that Zhanmi went to before."

"According to the information reported now, the suspects are four men armed with rifles and wearing black hoods."

Jean raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at Zhanmi:

"Dressed up, no different from them!"

His voice stopped, and the entire garage fell silent.

An extremely awkward atmosphere quickly spread.

Facing the gaze of Zhanmi and his party, Ethan silently lowered his hand from the handle of the gun, eager to cut out a crack and get in.

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