Not only Ethan, but everyone else's faces were also burning.

Not to mention destroying other people's actions, and beating up others, this thing is too embarrassing.

In any case, if you do something wrong, you have to admit it.

Ethan stepped forward: "I'm really sorry! ”

Seeing the two men who had been hit hard by him, Ethan scratched his head.

"Dude, I'm sorry!"

He spread his hands and said, "The main thing is that your equipment and movement rules are exactly the same as those bandits. ”

"There's a misunderstanding here, I'm really sorry!"

At the scene of the arrest just now, I heard them speaking Mandarin among themselves.

Ethan decisively switched words and sincerely apologized.

Hearing that fluent Chinese, the people of Zhanmi showed a surprised look, and Lao Mei could speak a lot of Chinese.

But it's still rare to see someone like him without a weird accent.

Although he couldn't understand what Ethan was saying, Hank understood what he was doing.

He walked up to him in embarrassment and said sorry to the old man.

The people in the firing group all came over to apologize.

Jean also came out to play a round, and under their apology, the people who occupied the rice slowly eliminated the anger.

"You guy, you're too ruthless."

The two men who were squatting on the ground finally regained their strength, and one of them said angrily to Ethan.

"I'm sorry!" Ethan looked at Hank:

"Call them an ambulance, check their health, and I'll bear all the costs."

He knows exactly how dark he is.

The blow with hatred just now was that it didn't hit their vulnerable parts.

If you cripple one or two, you won't be able to explain it.

Zhanmi wanted to say that it was okay for his men, but seeing their appearance, it didn't look like they were okay at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to nod.

Hank also knew that Ethan had heavy hands and immediately called an ambulance.

As for the cost, with their ability, it was no problem for them to report it as a work injury, so they didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Alright, now let's get back to the case."

It is impossible for Zhanmi to clean up for no reason, at least to figure out the origin of the matter.

Now that they have been involved, it would be very inappropriate to say that the case has nothing to do with them.

Hank patted Zhanmi on the shoulder:

"Said on the way."

Chinatown, karaoke.

Now unlike just now, the cordon has been drawn.

As in the morning, the patrol officers came in and out, and the crowd watched.

As a result of the recurrence of the case, BFIPU was fully deployed.

Ethan closed the door and Antonio got out of the car with him.

The Cadillac SUV next to it also got a few people, Hank and Zhanmi, as well as another Chinese policeman.

Everyone showed their police badges, pulled up the cordon, and walked upstairs quickly.

The situation was not much different from the casino in the morning, and there were several corpses lying in the financial room and on the passageway.

Thankfully, no innocent people were harmed this time.

Ethan walked over to the patrol officer next to him, and quickly gathered an update.

He walked quickly into the monitoring room on the side: "Just like in the morning, rush in, shoot, take money, leave." ”

"Witnesses said those people could have not fired."

"The people at the casino have been very cooperative, but there is still no way to escape death."

Looking at the video on the screen, Zhanmi frowned, no wonder the people of the intelligence group regarded their arrest team as a target.

If it weren't for the parties, he would certainly have made the same judgment.

The number of people, the clothes and even the guns, they were all about the same.

He gritted his teeth, but he didn't expect that the law of his actions would be clearly felt.

As everyone walked out of the surveillance room, Hank looked at Zhanmi: "This morning, my people saw you and Rick in this place. ”

As he spoke, he nodded to the Chinese policeman next to Zhanmi.

This man was Rick, tall and handsome, with a mustache.

"That's right!"

Zhanmi's footsteps stopped: "Our informant is here. ”

Next to him, was a corpse.

There were a few holes in the head, and the blood had stopped flowing.

Zhanmi clenched his fists: "The address where you found me was provided to me by him." ”

"When you set off, did you radio your men?" Hank remembered something and quickly asked.

"That's right!" Zhanmi looked at him:

"It's the norm, isn't it?"

"Brother, your radio frequencies have been eavesdropped by those people."

Hank shook his head and uttered his guess.

Zhan Mi was stunned, his face pale.

There was no more to be gained from the scene, and they soon returned to the police station.

Things inexplicably turned into two groups of members working together to solve the case.

Hurrying up the stairs, he meets Burgess and Rusek.

The two were disheveled, and Burgess had disheveled hair.

When they saw everyone, they were still a little embarrassed.

"Well done."

Ethan was the first to reach out to Burgess, smiling.

Just received the news that the two of them subdued a burglar.

"Thank you."

Burgess blushed slightly and punched Ethan.

"Congratulations." Atwater, who followed behind, smiled and opened his hands to her, and the two hugged firmly.

He was busy in the intelligence group, and Burgess was not idle.

"Rusek!"

The others walked up, and Olinsky took off his hat, and he asked with a subtle expression, "How are you doing so far?" ”

"I see what you mean."

Rusek was a smart man and was aware of the problem for a long time.

He pinched his thumb and forefinger to his lips and made a zipper closing motion.

"Good!"

Olinsky nodded in satisfaction.

If Rusek didn't understand it yet, Olinski wouldn't mind keeping him on patrol until he understood what it meant to keep a low profile.

Ethan took the lead and walked into the Chase room.

What should have been an empty place, but there was a Latino woman sitting.

He looked to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, with dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and was wearing a gray-black casual dress.

Noticing someone going upstairs, she quickly stood up.

On her belt, a police badge hangs.

"Who are you?"

Ethan took off his pistol and asked suspiciously.

The tall Latin beauty ignored him, but looked at the people who followed behind him.

Hank stepped forward and said, "What can I do to help you?" ”

"Hello, Sheriff Boyt."

The woman straightened her back and replied in a loud voice, "I'm Mia Sumner." ”

"Uh-huh!"

Hank looked at her confused.

"Great." Sumner looked a little embarrassed: "They haven't informed you yet." ”

Hank spreads his hands: "Inform me of what?" ”

"I'm a detective assigned to BFIPU and I'm glad I had the opportunity to work with you."

Sumner held out his hand to Hank, smiling.

The others looked at it in amazement, and it was obvious that even Hank didn't know about it, that this kind of thing had never happened.

Looking at her palm, Hank scratched his face and said impatiently:

"No offense, I'll choose who I need."

"Alright, you can go."

"Poof!"

Seeing the Latin woman's stiff face, Ethan chuckled and returned to his seat.

The people behind didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

They gathered in front of the whiteboard and watched the scene with interest.

Everyone knows Hank's bullish temper, and without saying a word, an airborne soldier came, and he opened his mouth to drive people away.

"Maybe you should make a call."

Sumner reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card.

Just then, the phone rings in Hank's office.

"I'm sorry!"

Hank didn't even take her business card and strode into the office.

(End of chapter)