Inside the warehouse, Ethan moved slowly.

There have been no unfamiliar points of light in the radar, but it doesn't mean that there is no one inside.

The light of the tactical flashlight shone in all directions, and rows of tall shelves inside were piled with various car parts.

"You didn't act like someone who had been sitting in an office."

Ethan scanned his gaze quickly as he whispered to the person behind him.

"My grades in the police academy were all distinctions."

Sumner followed Ethan closely, breathing a little short, and she moved her hand holding the handle of the gun: "In the field, I often ask others. ”

"Take a deep breath."

Ethan whispered, "In a head-to-head firefight, you need to be relaxed. ”

"Being too nervous can make you make the wrong judgment."

"Understood!"

Sumner nodded: "If you make a wrong judgment, you will be easy to get bullets, right?" ”

"You're a quick learner."

Ethan smiled and lowered his gun: "You'll be a good fieldman." ”

"Bang."

Sumner didn't notice that Ethan's footsteps had stopped, and he hit him headfirst on the back.

"I'll change what I just said."

Ethan shrugged: "Your concentration needs to be improved. ”

Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the storeroom, and the figures of Hank and Antonio appeared on the other side.

"I'm sorry."

Looking at the wall a few meters in front of him, Sumner became a little embarrassed.

"Hey!"

Rusek's cry rang out, with a hint of horror: "I have found something here. ”

The light of the flashlight shone back, and they quickly walked to the middle.

It's a corner of several shelves, with plastic buckets and all sorts of messy parts piled up on the floor.

Olinsky and Rusek were standing next to a plastic bucket more than a meter high, shining a flashlight into it.

The light shone through the plastic bucket, and the liquid inside glowed with an eerie blood-red color.

"Even-bought karma!"

Erin was the first to walk to the side, and when she saw what was inside, her face instantly turned pale:

"I'm not going to want to eat meat anymore tonight."

Rusek on the side was also pale, but fortunately, with the experience of cleaning up the corpses last time, he was able to persevere.

Ethan and Sumner took a closer look, and a corpse was soaked inside the plastic bucket.

The liquid inside is still bubbling with small bubbles.

There was a faint layer of white smoke floating on it, and a strong pungent smell made him cover his nose.

The corpse was severely corroded, and its facial features were blurred.

"Gott~"

Sumner sped off into the distance, a heart-rending sound of vomiting.

"How so?"

Ethan shook his head and pointed to the corpse's shoulder floating on the liquid, "I'm sure he's the driver we're looking for." ”

"Tony Johnston has the same tattoo in his prison photos."

Hank looked at Sumner in disgust, then at the corpse in the plastic bucket that was corroded by an unknown liquid, and said with a frown:

"Whoever did it, it must be extinguishing, calling for support, and searching the entire warehouse."

Erin walked over to the side and pressed the walkie-talkie.

Support arrived soon and forensic personnel arrived on the scene.

The members of the firing group and the patrol officers searched inside, and after a few minutes, a new discovery was made.

"Detective."

A patrolman shouted at Ethan and Antonio, and raised an object in his hand.

The two of them walked briskly over, a dimly lit corner, a makeshift resting place, and some personal belongings dropped from the bedding.

"Cell phone."

The patrolman handed Antonio what he was holding and pointed to the side: "This was found in the corner next door." ”

Ethan glanced around the corner with his flashlight, and the futon was lifted and it was a mess.

"That's how it was when you came here?" He looked at the patrolman.

"That's right." The patrolman nodded:

"I'm careful, it's mostly the same."

It seems that in this place, there has been a fight.

Antonio pressed the old-fashioned phone in his hand and kept going through the call logs.

"Something isn't right here."

Looking at the lawyer's number on it, Ethan reached out and clicked on the screen: "What is it that makes people call their lawyers so much?" ”

"That's right." Antonio put away his phone.

Pressing the walkie-talkie, the two walked out of the warehouse together.

Soon, others came out one after another.

"Tell me, what did you find?"

Hank put his hands on his bulletproof vest and asked, "Something useful." ”

"The forensic doctor found strangulation marks on the neck of the corpse, proving that he killed him, of course, everyone knew that it was impossible for the driver to jump into the vat of hydrochloric acid by himself."

Antonio shook what he was holding and continued: "The important thing is this. ”

"In Tony Johnston's mobile phone, it was found that he had contacted his lawyer more than 20 times in the past 24 hours."

"This lawyer must know something."

"Okay, that's it." Hank looked at a few people around him: "Who took Sumner to talk to Johnston's lawyer?" ”

"Let's see what we can find."

"No problem." Erin nodded and strode out of the courtyard.

"Wait a minute." Hank shook his head:

"Ethan, you and Sumner go."

Erin turned around, the corners of her mouth twitching:

"Why can't I go with the Sumner?"

Seeing her unhappy look, several men at the scene hung up without caring about themselves.

Hank pursed his lips and didn't answer her question.

"Say?"

Erin's eyes were dissatisfied: "Do you think that two women can't handle this matter?" ”

"I didn't say that." Hank shook his head and said:

"I just think it's better to match a man and a woman."

"Fakeu, Hank."

Erin grabbed Sumner's arm and pulled her out, holding the middle fingers of several men behind her back.

It's rare to see Hank deflated, Rusek laughs secretly.

Not only him, but several people at the scene secretly laughed.

"Alright, let's go back!"

Hank waved his hand helplessly: "Leave it here for the investigators to search slowly." ”

On the way back to the police station, a roadside sign flashed.

Remembering that I had almost eaten all my snacks, I simply replenished the stock.

Pressing the intercom and Ethan immediately broke away from the convoy.

As soon as I returned to the store, I saw three people pushing open the glass door and arguing and walking out.

The man who walked in front walked straight to the street, he held a large pile of things in a cardboard box, and swaggered with a step that he did not recognize.

Two people in the back stood outside the store, one of them was a little guy in a plaid shirt, with red hair and freckles.

It was Fiona's younger brother, Ian.

Ian was standing on the sidewalk, talking to the guy who was walking down the street.

Unexpectedly, I met him here.

Ethan parked the car next to Ian and turned off the engine and got out of the car.

"Hey, Mickey."

Ian didn't notice Ethan's presence, and he excitedly said to the man holding the thing:

"Why can't you just steal shops in other neighborhoods, Waterfa?"

As he spoke, the brunette impatiently pulled out a box of things from the box and smashed it hard.

The head didn't hit Ian.

"Smack."

The carton landed on the front of the Ford Interceptor, and exploded in an instant, splashing gray-white dipping sauce everywhere.

The shiny black hood is covered with stars, which is particularly conspicuous.

Ian dodged quickly, but still got some of it.

"Fakyu, you know where I live, if you have any questions, you can come to me."

The brunette turned around unconcernedly and swaggered away.

(End of chapter)