Follow the guards and walk down the narrow passageway.

After turning a few doors, I finally arrived at the reception room of Stettville Prison.

"Bang."

The guards left and closed the iron door.

The reception room is separated from it and has a concrete wall below and a half-thick glass window on top.

There were just two of them, and Ethan sat down in his chair with peace of mind, waiting for the prison guards inside to bring Dominic over.

"Dada, Dada."

Hank looked around, his fingers tapping on the windowsill.

"I hate this place."

He said something inexplicably before he sat down.

"Are you thinking about being in prison?" Ethan smiled and said with interest.

"That's right."

Hank was a little uncomfortable and squirmed in his chair.

"What's it like inside?" At the mention of this, Ethan immediately turned around.

"It's hell for people like us."

Hank took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "I haven't slept for the first few days I have been in, and my eyes have been open. ”

"I've been a police officer in Chicago for decades, can you imagine how many people I've sent in by hand?"

"And how did you make it happen?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

was locked up in prison, and then the prisoners and fellow inmates around him would have a "familiar" face popping up from time to time, such a picture is exciting to think about.

A person like Hank, who behaves in a rough manner, and many of the people he sent in, are estimated to have been subjected to his black hands.

Even if all this is not said, with his blue background alone, it is easy to go wrong.

"I can't hold on."

Hank recalled the scene at that time, and his cheeks puffed out: "In a place like this, it's useless to be able to fight. ”

"Unless you don't care about everything and make the scene very bloody."

"Otherwise, as long as you can't suppress those beasts, there will always be a bad time, a day, two, three days without sleeping, what's next?"

"Those friends of yours?" Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not everyone's luck that everyone is so lucky, there are always people you know in the same prison." Hank clenched his fists and said with a wry smile:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, I couldn't guard against it at that time, and I was surrounded by several people and beaten."

"Fortunately, my luck didn't fall to the bottom, when the boss of a prison district stood up and rescued me with a group of people, and said that no one was allowed to touch me."

"After that, I was finally able to sleep soundly."

"Don't take it personally, it's all over." Ethan patted him on the shoulder and whispered comfort.

Even if Hank is trained in martial arts, it doesn't matter, his hair is gray, his age is there, and the people who dare to blow up stabs in prison are all mixed up in the streets, which one doesn't have two brushes in his hands.

Just a few strong old blacks can easily knock him down.

"Actually, I was wrong in one sentence just now." Hank shook his head to indicate that it was all over, and then looked at Ethan again:

"If it's you, there's no problem at all in protecting yourself in it."

"Because your hands are hard and your heart is ruthless enough, you tell me the truth."

He glanced left and right, and whispered: "The police station received a report, that Jenny lawyer is missing, did you do it?" ”

"I didn't."

"I didn't."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan raised his hands and denied it.

"Well done." Hank ignored him and said to himself: "I've been a police officer for so many years, and I've never seen someone as black as you." ”

"It's good that you promised Phillips at the beginning, otherwise, I would have been really afraid of you."

"Please, don't say that." Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand:

"We're a team now, aren't we?"

"Of course."

Hank nodded, clapping his palms heavily with Ethan.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was a bang, and the iron door inside was opened.

A sturdy white man in a yellow prison uniform staggered into the cell.

Handcuffs and anklets are readily available.

"Unless you two are my new lawyers."

Dominic sat down in his chair impatiently, and said to the intercom in the middle of the glass with a hint of mockery, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be interested in talking to you two idiots." ”

"Perko is dead." Hank stood up and said condescendingly:

"It's on 18th Street, and it's burned like a steak."

The smile on Dominic's face disappeared instantly, he thought that these notes were here to inquire about the clues of the robbery, but he didn't expect it to be this.

He reacted in an instant, and it was impossible for the people he was looking for to dare to do anything to Perko.

"Cut."

Dominic scoffed: "I'm not stupid. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, we'll talk again when we get a chance."

"Smack."

Ethan took the photo prepared in advance on the glass and smiled:

"Come, take a look."

"It's hard to recognize, but you're good friends, I think you should be able to recognize them, or Pelco would be very sad."

Seeing the photo in Ethan's hand, Dominic's footsteps stopped.

The smug look vanished in an instant, becoming shocked, sad, and incredulous.

"Why?"

Dominic's fingers trembled and he touched the photo, but unfortunately through a layer of glass, through a photo, he could never touch the person in the photo again.

"Who is it?"

His eyes were red and full of murderous aura: "Who did it?" ”

"You come and tell me." Ethan pressed the photo and said the words that had been discussed before: "Perco found you and asked you to help the contact person and rob eight million dollars, right?" ”

"You also asked your friends in the gang to kill Perko for a lesser share?"

"Shut up." Dominic roared angrily, "I'll never do that to Perko, shut your foul mouth." ”

"No, no, no, I think it must be like that."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Otherwise, what explanation is there?" ”

"You don't understand."

"Bang."

Dominic's tears flowed, and he slapped the glass violently: "I love Pelco, I love him so much." ”

"I can give my life for him."

Well, I really don't understand this.

Ethan was stunned for a moment, silently putting away the photo.

"Tell me, who did it?" Dominic roared like a wounded beast: "Is it Novak? ”

His lover died, and this guy didn't care about anything.

didn't ask, and directly confessed to his accomplices.

"I'm sorry." Ethan took out all the photos below: "Novak and his companions are dead. ”

"Also, the eight million dollars are gone."

"Huh~"

Ethan whistled and swung his palms up and down: "Just like this, fly away." ”

"Impossible."

Dominic sat down in his chair in shock when he saw the picture on the windowsill.

"The facts are in front of you."

Ethan sniffed and spread his hands: "Lovers, friends, money, you get nothing." ”

"By the way, there's one thing that you can make sure you can get."

"Punishment!"

Dominic's burly body curled up, tears streaming down her cheeks, like a helpless child.

This is the plan that Ethan and Hank agreed upon, and one bad news after another.

Break through his mental defenses and stir up his emotions.

After knowing that Perco was the person he loved, Ethan added something more.

was hit by a series of blows, and he didn't believe that he didn't speak.

Knocking on the windowsill, Ethan said, "I have a message here, do you want to hear it?" ”

Dominic didn't look up, just stared blankly at the photo.

"This news can help Pelco avenge it, if you don't want to know, forget it." Ethan put away the photo, nodded at Hank, and said, "Let's go." ”

"Wait a minute."

Dominic stood up abruptly, his hands hurriedly tapping the glass: "What's the news?" ”

Ethan nodded to Hank, and the two sat back down.

"The only thing that has been confirmed now is that the Colombians did it."

Ethan clasped his hands to his chest and looked at him coldly: "Do you know anything about this?" ”

"I don't know."

Dominic's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion at first, and he was instantly full of killing intent: "I don't know anything." ”

"Hehe, you want to take revenge yourself?"

Ethan sneered: "That's eight million, enough to go back to Colombia and enjoy the rest of your life, when you get out of prison, are you sure you can still find those people?" ”

"You name it, what else can we do to those Colombians."

"If you don't say it, I'll close the case directly."

After hesitating for a while, Dominic said with a face full of shame:

"My roommate is Colombian, and I used to brag to him about something."

Ethan banged on the windowsill "Name?" ”

"Bang."

With a muffled thud, Dominic's back disappeared behind the iron door.

"If you don't go into the stream, you don't go into the flow."

Hank shook his head: "That's why it's the most taboo big mouth in their business." ”

"Need to talk to his roommate?" Ethan pocketed the photo.

"It's useless." Hank's eyes narrowed:

"These Colombians, even if they die, will not cooperate."

"By the way, tell him Dominic already knows about it." Ethan came up with an idea: "We'll make a deal with that Colombian and give him a protective confinement and a different cell." ”

"Trust me, it's just a waste of our time."

Hank took the lead and walked outside: "The other party will definitely not be afraid of this level of threat, and Colombians are also a strong force in prison. ”

Hearing him say this, Ethan had to dismiss his thoughts.

Looking back, the few tears left on the glass windowsill flashed with a glimmer of light.

(End of chapter)