It didn't take long for Hank to arrive at the garage.

Jean probed his head inside, Ethan waved at him, and then walked out with Hank, "Where is it?" ”

"Harrison Park Community." Hank hurried.

The two cars sped away and soon arrived at an outdoor sports venue in the Harrison Park neighborhood.

It's a vast expanse of white, and you can see patrol cars parked in the middle of a football field in the distance.

As the vehicle approached, Ethan slowly applied the brakes.

"Crunch, crunch."

The boots make a pleasant sound when they step on the snow.

"Sheriff, detective."

Atwater walked over wrapped in his coat, and he spat out the white mist and said, "Right here, I think it should have something to do with the case in the morning." ”

"Bump."

Closing the door, Ethan strode over.

Right next to the patrol car, four bodies were placed back to back, like a cross.

Their feet were all wrapped in duct tape.

The head is crooked, and there is a bullet hole in the skull.

The blood has stopped flowing, and it looks like it's been laid out here for some time.

There was also a long trail of drag next to it, the snow was stained with blood and turned pink, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The looks of these people are so chic, and Ethan is also the first time to see them.

He pulled out his phone, clicked a picture of a few gang members, resisted the urge to post it on Facebook, and then looked at Atwater:

"Why do you think it has anything to do with the morning case?"

"From the marks on the ground, you can tell that they were killed nearby and then dragged here."

Atwater tapped his finger: "I know these two people." ”

"They're from the Latin Fathers."

"It must have been done by the Monarchs." Hank nodded and said with a straight face, "They're avenging Russell." ”

"We need to move faster."

"We can't let gang conflict turn into gang war."

You hit me one, I'll kill you four.

If the Latin Fathers are tough enough to easily escalate into full-blown conflict, it will be even more difficult for things to end.

Seeing the strange patrolman standing next to Atwater, Ethan pulled him to his side:

"You've changed partners?"

"Temporary."

Atwater stamped his foot coldly: "Russec called Burgess away, saying that the intelligence group had something to do with her, didn't he?" ”

"Oh, that's right."

Ethan didn't know what the hell Rusek was doing, but at this time, it was not easy to dismantle his stage, so he could only nod.

"Let's go!"

Hank glanced at Ethan, then turned to Atwater:

"You wait for the follow-up personnel to deal with it, and at the same time check to see if anyone has seen what happened."

The two patrolmen nodded, and could only continue to stay here and endure the torment of the cold wind.

"I have something to tell you."

The two walked to the car, and Ethan stopped Hank, "About Hosteld." ”

"What's wrong with him?"

Hank took the cigarette and lit it with his hands.

Ethan chews on his cigarette and repeats to Hank what Jean told him.

After hearing what he said, Hank's eyebrows tightened.

"Don't blame Jean." Ethan puffed out smoke: "There are some things he can't get away with. ”

"But that's fine, we at least know what's going on."

"Idiot."

Hank crushed the cigarette and slammed it to the ground: "Utter idiot. ”

"I've warned him, but he just won't listen."

"Rodiger has complained to the Home Office that Hostead has been harassing their family during this time."

"This morning, the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs also warned me and told me to look after him."

"So what now?" Ethan leaned against the door.

There are priorities, and you can only take them one step at a time.

Hank was also troubled by this incident, and he waved helplessly:

"Let's settle the matter of Lexi first."

When I returned to the Chase room, I saw Burgess.

She changed into her patrol uniform, put on jeans and a bright red jacket, and had a pink satchel around her waist.

But now, there's no time to talk to her.

Ethan hurried over to the printer, printed out all the photos he had just taken, and pasted them on the whiteboard.

"Things are tilting in a direction we don't want to see."

Hank clasped his hands to his chest, and he glanced at Horstead before continuing:

"Four members of the Latin Fathers' Gang were shot by execution."

"The bodies of these people were deliberately posed in this pose."

"This is a warning from the Monarch Gang, and anyone who opposes them will not end well."

"Russell, who was shot in the morning, is none other than the monarch gang."

"We've got to do something to put this farce to a halt."

Antonio walked over with a photo with a solemn face:

"I went to the hospital just now, and Russell's mother didn't know anything about what he was doing."

"The poor woman didn't even know that her son had joined the gang."

"But she often hears a name in Russell's mouth."

"This man's name is Tamax Pierce."

Antonio pasted the picture onto the whiteboard, which showed a fierce black face.

"According to the information I have investigated, Pierce is one of the leaders of the Monarch Gang, and Russell is his junior brother, so it seems that this is Pierce's revenge."

"Let's start with Pierce." Hank slapped the whiteboard vigorously:

"Find his whereabouts and bring him back."

"First, they've killed four members of the Latin Priests' gang, so they may know Karaka's whereabouts."

"Second, even if he doesn't know, we have to warn him that there will never be any further retaliation."

Everyone nodded, understanding what he meant.

The next thing to do is to find Pierce.

Hank looked at Burgess, and he naturally wouldn't ignore such a big living person standing in the Chase room.

He asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Private affairs are private affairs, and official affairs are public affairs.

A patrolman appeared in the intelligence group in civilian clothes, but he didn't know it, and Hank couldn't help but be a little angry.

Burgess was startled by his eyes, and hurriedly stammered:

"I'm dressed as a tourist."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say, she could only look at Rusek and ask for help.

"I called her up." Rusek hurriedly stood up:

"Based on the information we have so far, the Latin Fathers have a very important business."

"They'll take advantage of white kids, steal smartphones on Michigan Avenue, refurbish them and sell them overseas."

"From Margery all the way to Millennium Park, it's all their scope."

Rusek looked at the crowd, licked his lips and continued:

"I want Burgess to pretend to be a tourist and have her carry a phone with a tracker on it."

"As long as the mobile phone is robbed, we can find the stolen goods den of the Latin Father Priests by tracking the signal of the mobile phone, and maybe we can find the whereabouts of Karaka."

Everyone nodded, this idea is really good.

As it stands, if there is one more way to find Karaka, it should be tried.

Hank thought for a moment, walked into the office, and said sharply:

"You come in for me."

The method is good, but it still needs to be beaten.

It's not a good habit to make decisions without informing you about something.

Rusek nodded at the nervous Burgess, reassuring that he had the pot on his back.

He took a few breaths and walked briskly into the sheriff's office.

(End of chapter)