"Bang bang."

Just as everyone had a new idea and was about to act, Sumner hurried over and knocked on the door.

"I have a clue about Sims here."

She handed the notebook to Hank and said quickly, "Airports, highways, train stations, toll booths, all of which have Simms' wanted portrait. ”

"He killed a police officer, and he definitely won't stay in Chicago and die."

"According to the information I have received, the Northerners have camouflaged cargo ships from Chicago to Indiana every day to transport all kinds of contraband."

"Freight yard, in the southern suburbs."

She looked at the crowd and continued

"The start time, just an hour and a half later, this is Simms' only chance, and he's definitely going to find a way to escape."

Hank took the notebook and looked at the lone address on it.

"Where did you get the news?"

He looked at Sumner, "Is it reliable?" ”

"I don't have to lie to you." Sumner had a serious expression: "I just wanted to do something for the police officer who was killed." ”

When she came to the field service, it was the first time she was so close to death.

Although not personally experienced, this was what happened during a joint operation with BFIPU.

Sumner thought twice and decided to turn to her boyfriend for help.

The first is to find the murderer for the slain police officer, and second, it can also allow himself to really open up the situation in the intelligence group.

With the help of Edwin Stewell, she managed to get this information.

Hank knew her background, and he knew that people in the Home Office could sometimes easily get clues that were hard for them to find.

"Everybody's moving." Hank looked back at Ethan:

"I want to live if I can."

"If nothing else, Sims must have another set of rhetoric in his mouth."

He looked at Jenny in the interrogation room again and said coldly, "Our goal is to find the real murderer of Dr. Elliot. ”

There is no doubt that Hank has decided that Jenny inside is the main messenger behind the scenes.

Cargo yard.

The crowd wore body armor and formed a circle.

Looking at the containers parked next to the warehouse in the distance waiting for transshipment, Orlinsky put on a tight hat and spewed out white mist as he spoke:

"In which cabinet?"

"I don't know." Sumner shook his head and clenched his pistol:

"It can only be said that Sims has a high probability of being here, and we need to verify it."

There was nothing wrong with this, and Hank immediately waved his arm:

"Ethan, Antonio, Olinsky, you guys are out there searching."

He looked at the remaining three, "You and I go to the freight yard manager and find all the containers ready to be shipped to Indiana." ”

"Roger."

The six people present responded one after another, and each of them dispersed.

Antonio held a hand-held instrument and kept scanning the container next to him.

Inside the screen, there is a patch of green.

"It's a thermal imager."

Noticing Ethan's look, he casually explained:

"No matter where Sims is hiding, through this instrument, you can monitor the heat emitted from his body."

Antonio raised his hand and took a picture of the thermal imager at Olinsky next to him, and a red humanoid image appeared on the screen.

It looks like a super race god.

"Be serious."

Olinsky reached out and pushed the thermal imager away, and said casually:

"I don't know how Hostted is talking to Lonnie's father now, and I hope there will be a good outcome."

Ethan looked around with the AR15 in his hand and turned on the radar at the same time.

Even though it is only 25 meters away, it is much better than this thermal imager.

Antonio already knew about Lonnie's father, who most likely killed his own son, and he sighed and raised the instrument in his hand:

"Fucking world."

On the other side, Hank led the three men straight to the loading dock.

Under the influence of the police badge, the cargo yard office was quickly found.

Looking at the stevedores around her, Erin vigilantly pressed the walkie-talkie: "Everyone be careful, there may be people from the North Yankee Gang here." ”

Letting go of the walkie-talkie, she immediately pulled out her pistol.

Rusek and Sumner, who were in the back, clenched the guns in their hands and cast a wary look at the workers next to them.

"Bumper bumper."

Hank hammered the glass door a few times, drawing the attention of the man inside.

"Chicago Police."

He unscrewed the door and walked in: "Are you the manager here?" ”

"That's right." Seeing the police bulletproof vest on his body, the fat man hurriedly stood up: "What is the matter?" ”

"How many containers are there on the next trip to Indiana?" Hank walked in: "Where?" ”

"Wait a minute."

The freight yard manager quickly stood up and walked to the side.

He searched through the densely packed folders hanging on the wall and removed one of them.

"Wait a minute." The manager quickly flipped through the folder, slid his fingers on it, and tapped hard: "Three containers are sent to Indiana today." ”

"In the three loading rooms of No. 3, No. 12, and No. 16."

"Okay, thanks."

Hank nodded, and was about to leave.

"Detective." Looking at the plain clothes on his body and the police bulletproof vest he was wearing, the manager nervously asked:

"What happened?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Hank drew his pistol and glanced at him impatiently.

"No, thank you."

The manager raised his hands and returned to his seat.

In the freight yard he is responsible for, it is impossible for him not to know about the smuggling of contraband, and he usually shares a lot of profits.

He can think of a way to do small things, and now the policeman's fierce appearance made him instantly dispel his nosy thoughts.

"Ethan."

Hank walked out of the office and pressed the intercom: "You guys go check twelve and sixteen, these two loading rooms." ”

"Let's check Loading Room Three."

Release the walkie-talkie, and the four of them walked forward together.

Manager's office, in the corner of the storeroom.

Opposite the past, there is a loading and unloading workshop more than 100 meters long.

The numbers the manager was talking about were bare doors that were open on the wall, spray-painted with huge numbers.

The tail of the container is parked at the door.

The sound of Didi sounded, and forklifts shuttled back and forth in the warehouse, delivering the packaged goods to the container next to them.

Coming to Gate 3, Rusek left a guard.

Hank walked in with Erin and Sumner and searched the container.

There were large and small goods inside, and there could be people hiding in any corner, so the three of them were cautious and searched crosswise.

Rusek looked nervously inside, gripping the handle of his gun tightly.

"Toot, toot, toot."

A forklift reversed the corner and turned in front of him.

The driver of the car glanced at Rusekh quietly, and the forklift slowly drove forward, and the vehicle inadvertently increased its speed.

Driving all the way to the end, the forklift stopped in front of one of the loading docks.

"Sims."

The driver quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist and yelled into the container: "Run, there is a strip." ”

Just as he was shouting, there was a knock and two beats from inside the container.

"Bang bang."

After several gunshots, a man in a brown coat fled quickly.

"Chicago Police."

Seeing this, Rusek yelled.

He raised his shotgun in both hands and ran over quickly: "Sims, drop your weapon immediately." ”

The person on the other side didn't say a word, and directly raised his gun.

"Bang."

Rusek's scalp tingled, and he pulled the trigger in an instant, and the dull sound of gunfire echoed in the loading and unloading room.

The driver who jumped from the forklift had his calf exploding and blood splattered.

"Ah!!h

He screamed and threw himself to the ground.

Seeing this, Sims spewed out his pistol frantically.

"Bang bang."

Rusekh only felt that someone had been hit twice in the chest with a hammer, and his eyes went black, and he fell backwards.

(End of chapter)