The scene was quickly processed, and it was useless to stay here.

They then returned to the police station and tossed around for a day, only three more bodies and one injured police officer, and everyone was listless.

Not long after he sat down, Hank walked out of the office solemnly:

"Unfortunately, I have bad news here."

"I received a call that the Rosemont police officer who was shot just now had passed away in the hospital after failing to resuscitate him."

"Oh my God."

Antonio slammed the pen on the table with a look of rage.

The others also had solemn expressions.

Although he is only a police officer in a suburban county, he can be regarded as his own person.

Not to mention the fact that he was shot and died during a joint operation, and no one will be happy.

"He was left with his wife and two young children." Hank put his hands in his pockets: "We have died a heroic cop. ”

Ethan pouted quietly, the dead are the biggest, everyone is dead, and he can only say a few nice words.

"Whatever the method, we have to find Sims."

Hank said in a deep voice, "You go ahead with the work at hand, and I'll go talk to the lawyer myself in the evening." ”

With that, he turned and walked into the office.

When Sumner heard the news, she was shocked, and she and Erin already knew about the situation.

If you make a wrong judgment, you will be shot.

Unexpectedly, this sentence came true so quickly, which made her a little afraid.

Now that the matter has reached a dead end, the people present can only study the case file to see if there are any suspicious points.

Ethan sat for a moment, looking at Glock, who was set aside.

He grabbed his pistol and got up and headed downstairs.

Pratt asked about Burgess's whereabouts and went to the patrol lounge.

Pushing open the door, Burgess sat in a window corner inside.

The setting sun shone on his brown hair, glowing with a golden glow.

Walked over and stood behind her.

Burgess shook the pen in his hand quickly, not knowing what to write for a moment.

As time passed, the picture of shooting the other party just now became clearer and clearer in her mind, but what was happening around her became confused.

She shoved the ballpoint pen into her mouth and bit it, scratching her hair in annoyance.

"If you can't think of it, make it up, just make it reasonable."

The words suddenly sounded behind her, startling her.

"Hey."

Burgess hurriedly took the pen down and squeezed out a smile.

"Your gun."

Ethan put Glock on the table and pulled a chair over and sat down, "How's it going, are you okay?" ”

"Thank you."

Burgess wiggled his ponytail: "I'm fine." ”

"This is the first time you've shot a criminal?" Ethan originally wanted to say kill, but felt that it was more appropriate to kill.

"Yes." Burgess nodded, frowned, and said:

"It was also the first time I shot in action."

"Okay!" Ethan scratched his head.

The first time you shoot, you kill someone.

It's a big thrill for everyone.

"What did Pratt say?" Ethan tapped on the table and looked at her as she wrote a small half of the report.

"Administrative leave."

Burgess tilted his head and continued to fill out the form: "Psychotherapy is also required." ”

"So be it."

Ethan looked at his watch and was about to leave work: "I know a very good psychotherapy method, are you interested in giving it a try?" ”

"Yes!" Burgess's eyelashes flickered:

"What's the method?"

"When you're done, I'll have a good drink with you in the evening." Ethan winked at her:

"When you're drunk, you don't have to think about anything."

"No problem, I'll get back to you later."

Burgess nodded heavily and punched Ethan.

Walking upstairs and seeing Antonio coming downstairs in a hurry, Ethan hurriedly grabbed his arm:

"Did you give anything to Horstead?"

"I'm going to see him now." Seeing that there was no one left and right, Antonio patted his arms and made two muffled sounds.

"Okay." Ethan clapped his hands with him:

"If you need help, just ask."

"Thank you."

Antonio let go of his hand and walked briskly down.

Looking at his back as he hurriedly left, Ethan was about to go up, but Olinsky didn't know when, appeared above the stairs.

"Is it a Hostaid thing?"

He took off the twisted candy, walked down slowly, and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." Ethan shrugged.

Since it has already been guessed, there is no need to hide it.

Of course, he won't take the initiative to find someone to say it.

"They are all members of the same group, and if they can pull a handful, they will pull a handful." Olinsky waved his hand:

"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

As soon as I walked to the Chase room, I saw a ponytail shaking in my desk.

"Where's the candy, the candy?"

"Damn, why doesn't this guy like sweets."

"Potato chips, that's great."

Accompanied by the sound of rustling, it was Erin's incessant chatter.

I put the snacks I bought under the table, put some in the car, and brought the rest.

"What are you doing?"

Ethan slammed the table and scolded loudly.

"Boom!"

Erin was startled, subconsciously looked up and slammed into the baffle under the table.

"Bastard."

She rubbed her head and stood up, and said confidently:

"You ate my chips in the morning, and this is back."

Ethan kept looking at the packets of things she was holding in her arms, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

"This, this."

Erin stammered, quickly thinking of excuses: "By the way, it's interest." ”

"Click!"

Ethan clenched his fist and made a few crunch sounds:

"Are you a loan shark?"

"Okay." Erin hesitated, put down the two packets of chips, and hugged the rest tightly.

"It's the least, I'm not afraid of your threat."

"I've got them all here." Ethan picked up his coat with a blank face and turned to go downstairs:

"Don't steal food while I'm away."

"Cut."

Seeing his figure disappear at the top of the stairs, Erin rolled her eyes and grabbed the potato chips she had just put down.

She happily returned to her seat and continued to earn overtime pay.

After a leisurely dinner, we drove to Molly's Bar.

As soon as I entered, I saw Rusek and his fiancée Wendy, the two of them were killing a single dog.

"Ethan."

Rusek beckoned to him and happily asked, "Do you want to come along?" ”

"No need."

Ethan nodded to Burgess, who was sitting in the corner, "Another day." ”

“OK~”

Russec turned around, greeted Burgess, and continued drinking with his fiancée.

Walking over to Burgess and sitting down, Ethan took off his coat:

"I thought you were going to have to work for a while."

"I'm the best at writing reports." Burgess waved at the bartender, "Two whiskey, two beers." ”

When the things came, she took out the money and put it on the tray.

"Let me treat you to a drink."

Picking up the classic glass containing whiskey, Burgess gestured, and he drank the liquor by himself.

(End of chapter)