His father was a police detective, and he was always hanging out with those bad people.

Not only stupid, but also extremely brainless.

It's similar to Hank's son Justin, who has the same brain disease.

Justin, at Hank's behest, has already gone to be a GI.

Olinsky, a rebellious daughter, doesn't know if she can make a difference after this time.

By the time Lexi's sobs had stopped, Hank and Olinsky had finally rushed back to the Chase room.

The two nervously ran to the pantry, and when they saw the blood on Lexi's face, Olinsky's steps became flustered.

"It's fine."

Ethan waved his hand at him, "That's just a splash." ”

"She was just frightened." Erin patted Lexi on the back and let her go.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

When he saw Orinsio, Lexi quickly stood up.

"I don't know why things are the way they are," she said, "I don't know why things are the way they are. ”

"What happened?"

Olinsky hugged her tightly and nervously wiped the blood from her face.

Both Ethan and Erin already knew the cause and effect of the incident, and after Lexie left Hyde Park, she went to the party.

She and her boyfriend had been playing at the place where the party was going until this morning, and as soon as the two left the party house, there was a shooting.

Hank stood beside him with his hands on his chest and a serious expression, thinking about how to solve the matter.

"Hey, about last night."

Regardless of the two people next to her, Erin walked up to Hank and asked nervously, "Do you have anything you want to say?" ”

"Don't worry." Hank smiled:

"It's all settled."

Erin said helplessly: "Now the entire police station, everyone knows that you were taken away by the people of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. ”

"And then?" Hank's Stall:

"It's a misunderstanding, like I said, it's settled!"

Looking at Hank's appearance, with a refreshing smell, Ethan knew that he had no problem at all.

Leaving the two fathers and daughters inside, they walked out of the pantry.

"Hank!"

As soon as he sat down, Pratt walked briskly up the stairs:

"Someone from the anti-black team came over and wanted to talk to you about the shooting that just happened in the Pearson neighborhood, and he was in the reception room on the first floor."

"Okay, thanks." Hank nodded, "I'll go down right away." ”

Pratt waved his hand and turned to go downstairs.

Hearing the anti-black group, Olinsky's face changed, he looked at Lexi, and said nervously:

"The guy who was shot, is it a gang?"

"I don't know." Lexi shook her head.

Olinsky had a headache: "Remember my words, you don't have to testify to anything, understand?" ”

"Got it."

Seeing that his father was so nervous, Lexi couldn't help but feel a little scared.

She put her hands in her pockets and nodded silently.

Walking out of the pantry, Olinsky stopped and looked at Hank with a solemn expression.

The latter nodded, understanding what he meant.

"Let's go, let's see what's going on." Hank beckoned Ethan, and the three of them walked downstairs together.

Hearing Pratt's words just now, Ethan also frowned.

The involvement of the anti-gang group means that the people who were shot were gang members, which is not good news.

If Lexie is the only eyewitness to the case, things get very difficult.

Came to the reception room on the first floor, where a white police detective wearing a black trench coat was standing, and several people shook hands one after another.

"I think you should know what I'm here for."

The white detective said hello and immediately said, "The man who was shot just now is Russell Thompson." ”

"According to my intelligence here, he is a low-level lone offender of the Monarch Gang."

"One of the actions that we are investigating, which also involves him, is about the proliferation of unique products in the Pearson community."

"To be honest, we don't really know why you're here." Ethan sat down on the table and spread his hands: "Is this Thompson your informant, or what?" ”

"Not an informant yet, we just got our eye on him." The detective of the anti-black group shrugged his shoulders and said:

"The Monarchs have been encroaching on the territory of the Latins, and this shooting should be a warning to the Latins to keep the blacks away from their territory."

"Okay." Hank held out his hand to him:

"Thank you for the information, if it's nothing, we'll go up first."

"Uh-huh!"

The detective of the anti-black team held Hank's hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I heard that the eyewitness was brought to you?" ”

"There are no eyewitnesses, you heard me wrong."

Olinsky leaned next to him and said with a blank face.

"Really?" The detective of the anti-black group looked at Olinsky:

"Interestingly, there are two patrol officers who said there were eyewitnesses and had the same last name as you, Detective Olinsky."

"Listen." The detective continued:

"I understand, she's your daughter."

"Then you should understand better." Olinsky interrupted him impatiently: "To be an eyewitness in a gang shooting is to become a live target." ”

"I know what you want to do, and I absolutely disagree."

Ethan scratched his face, knowing that Olinsky was telling the truth.

In the case of gang shootings, as long as someone is on the witness list in court, it is almost the same as a death list.

For whistleblowers, those gang members will never skimp on bullets.

The trickiest thing about this kind of thing is not even knowing whose hand the bullet that killed you came from.

For countless street boys waiting for the top, this is the fastest way to make a name for yourself.

"Detective." The person from the anti-black team frowned and said, "We have been investigating this case for several months. ”

"There's still a chance to catch the Latin gang, and I hope you'll cooperate with our work."

"I don't really care how long it took you."

Olinsky stepped forward excitedly: "That's my daughter, and I will never agree to let her testify." ”

"Hey, calm down." Ethan hurriedly stopped him.

At this time, a curious gaze was cast from outside.

Hank quickly closed the door, and the word reached the ears of the people outside, but it was not good.

"Listen." Ethan looked back at the anti-black detective in front of him, and knocked the police badge hanging on his waist:

"Aren't we wearing the same thing?"

"Why not give some respect?"

"Let me tell you something." Hank walked directly to the anti-black detective and said in a hoarse voice:

"From now on, BFI will be in charge of this case, and you can go back."

"Hey, you can't just take away my investigative powers."

"I can, and I have done so."

"Is it just because of an eyewitness?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you, detective."

"Shet, I'll report this matter to the director."

"No problem, please."

After a-for-tat conversation, Hank opened the door again.

The anti-black detective nodded and walked out angrily.

Hank rubbed his face vigorously and looked at Olinsky, "You rest today and go back to take care of your family." ”

"Wait until we've got this done."

Olinsky nodded and walked briskly out of the reception room.

This kind of thing involves gang fighting, and he can only go home temporarily to protect the safety of his family.

Everything has to wait for the investigation to be clear.

"What are we going to do now?"

Ethan let out a breath and looked at Hank.

Despite the fact that Orlinsky's daughter is an idiot, he is his own person.

"Find the gunman and get him to confess." Hank clasped his hands to his chest and puffed out his cheeks: "Or find some other evidence that will make the gunman confess." ”

For now, there was only that, and the two walked out of the reception room.

Antonio ran briskly up the stairs from the side entrance, and several people nearly crashed into it.

He asked anxiously, "Hey, I heard what happened." ”

"What about Olinsky?"

"Go home, you contact Horstead and ask him to come over quickly." Hank strode on:

"We now have a gang shooting that needs to be investigated."

Thank you for your support, thank you

(End of chapter)