Close the door and turn around.

Hank was already sitting in his chair with a straight face.

Rusek was apprehensive, and he put his hands behind his back: "Sheriff." ”

"Who gave you the power."

Hank cocked Erlang's legs and said coldly, "Or what makes you feel that you have the right to call the patrol upstairs?" ”

"I'm sorry, sheriff."

Rusek straightened his back: "It's me who didn't think it through. ”

He hurriedly explained, "Sir, Lexi said that Karaka shot Russell, right?" ”

"Caraca is a member of the Latin Fathers, and their main business is smartphones, so I think it's a good opportunity to find Caraca."

"The vast majority of people who have had their phones stolen are women."

"Especially female tourists from out of town, so I called Burgess."

He met Hank's gaze and said seriously:

"It's not for me, it's for Olinsky and Lexi, and we need to do that."

"Anyway, find Karaka."

"This is what you commanded me in the morning, and I did it the same way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rusek closed his mouth tightly.

After being scolded and trained, he admitted it and was mentally prepared for a long time, this time for Olinsky and his partner.

Hank's expression was still so serious.

But there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

People who are too conformist, Hank doesn't like.

As long as things are done in place and reasonable, he will only feel that he is capable of doing things.

"Good idea."

Hank folded his palms on his lower abdomen, and after tapping his fingers for a while, he said in a deep voice, "You can try." ”

"Thank you!"

Russec's face was beaming, and the clenched hands behind his back also let go.

"But you can't lead the team in this matter."

Hank thought for a moment, then stood up and walked outside: "You stay at the police station and follow us to find Pierce's whereabouts." ”

A newcomer with a patrol officer to go on a solo mission feels unreliable no matter how you think about it.

It's enough of a headache now, and you still have to find the right person.

Rusek's opinion on this is not in any way.

As long as he can help, he doesn't mind that someone else will do it.

The two walked out of the sheriff's office, and everyone looked at each other.

Standing behind Hank, Rusekh makes a funny sweat-wiping motion, and everyone knows he's okay.

"Ethan."

Hank looked at the people present and immediately made a decision: "You take Burgess to follow up on what Rusek said just now." ”

"Are you sure?" Ethan doesn't want to take credit from others:

"That's the way Russec has found, or let him go."

"It's fine." Rusek gave him a thumbs up:

"Let you come, I'm more at ease."

"Okay." In that case, Ethan is no longer polite.

"This is a phone with a tracker installed." Russec walked over, took out a mobile phone from the table and handed it to him:

"Even if the power is turned off and the battery is deducted, it will not affect the signal tracking and positioning."

Along with the phone, there is also a tracker.

The two things were placed in his hand together, and Rusek nodded to him and said, "Please, find the whereabouts of those people." ”

Ethan didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder.

He grabbed his things, put on his coat, and beckoned Burgess, who was standing by like a passerby, to go downstairs.

As soon as he pushed open the iron gate, Burgess patted his chest:

"Phew, you didn't know how terrible the sheriff's eyes were just now, they scared me to death."

"Just get used to it." Ethan smiled and handed her the phone: "What are you so nervous about, just obey orders." ”

The two walked out of the police station and sat on the interceptor.

"You're a patrolman, you're more familiar with this, where are we going?"

Ethan put on the block and glanced at Burgess, who was now dressed a little indescribably.

"Just go to Millennium Park."

Burgess was on an undercover operation for the first time and was a little nervous.

However, she still noticed Ethan's eyes, spread her hands and said, "What's the problem?" ”

"Red doesn't match you."

Ethan spun the wheel and drove towards the familiar drive-in restaurant nearby.

"I think it's good!"

Burgess tugged at the clothes on his body, and suddenly deflated: "It seems that what you said is right." ”

"Then what color do you think I look good in wear?"

Bright eyes blinked at him, and Ethan almost couldn't resist it.

He coughed, "Black." ”

"You have good skin, you look good in black and white."

"Really?"

Burgess rolled his eyes, pulled back the vanity mirror above, and looked beautifully.

Bought two fast food and drove to Millennium Park.

The two of them bit on the burger as they walked towards the park.

It's one of the most popular spots in Chicago, and it's still snowing in the winter, but there are still a lot of tourists.

I didn't stop until I came to the Cloud Gate, which was a huge bean-shaped sculpture weighing 110 tons.

The stainless steel shell is polished like a mirror, as if reflecting the entire city.

Above the sculpture, there is still some snow remaining.

"I'm curious about a question, why is this thing called Cloud Gate?"

Ethan walked to the bottom of the sculpture and looked up, and the figures from all angles were reflected, making him dizzy.

"Honestly."

He took a sip of his coffee: "It has nothing to do with the door. ”

"That's why we all call it beans." Burgess's voice came from the headset.

She sat at a table not far away, pretending to be fresh, looking at the tall buildings around her.

"Don't get too excited." Ethan observed her:

"Keep your expression a little more restrained, you have to be a little silly."

"Okay." Burgess is as good as he is.

She placed her phone with the tracker on it next to the table.

Holding the coffee cup in both hands, the expression on his face changed.

Soon, a girl from a small place with a yearning for a big city appeared in front of Ethan.

"I have to say, you're very talented."

Ethan smiled at her from a distance: "I wonder now, is it your acting skills that are amazing, or are you a little stupid in the first place?" ”

"Are you pretending to be a jerk, or are you a jerk?"

Burgess unceremoniously fired back, and she looked around, "Is there a target candidate?" ”

"There are a lot of them, they all look like them." Ethan's gaze shifted.

According to the information they have, the people who are responsible for stealing mobile phones are all white children who are half the age.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, even if he is caught, he will not be punished.

Coupled with that complexion, it can naturally make people let down their guard.

There are more than a dozen of them that meet the goal.

But they are not in a hurry, they are fish, and they will always bite the hook.

Two or three minutes later, Ethan found the clue.

A few people playing skateboarding not far away, someone was wrong.

Two or three of them, very attentive.

But a boy in a gray jacket and a crimson knitted hat was absent-minded and frequently looked to Burgess's place.

"Attention."

Ethan's gaze swept over, and he turned his back to Burgess and said, "Someone smells fishy." ”

After turning around, the kid just stepped on the skateboard and rushed towards Burgess, and in an instant, the mobile phone on the table disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Burgess acted in full and spread his legs to catch up.

The boy in the knitted hat was very skillful, skateboarding through the crowd and quickly escaped.

"Really?"

Burgess stopped out of breath and roared:

"I hope you enjoy this new phone I bought, Sand Boys."

(End of chapter)