"How?"

Back at the police station, Hank immediately asks questions to everyone.

"Some clues have been found." Antonio walked over to the whiteboard with an object.

It's almost covered with photos, and there's not much room to spare.

He simply tore off all the photos of the people he had killed and put them on a table next to him.

"Dominic's cellmate has been visited a total of nine times."

Antonio posted two photos in his hand: "He made four phone calls to go out, all of them to this person. ”

He tapped on one of the photos: "Rollo Milares. ”

The photo shows a Colombian with a small head and a tattoo around his neck.

"The situation of Milares has been investigated, and he is the head of a Colombian gang, whose whereabouts are very difficult to trace."

"Carrying multiple charges of violent crime and murder."

He moved his hand to another photo and said in a deep voice, "This is Muñoz, the deputy in this gang." ”

"Hey, guys."

Rusek ran up the stairs with a sketch and interrupted Antonio: "I've got the puzzle here. ”

"It can be sent to the whole city, and he is wanted."

"Let me see."

Hank held out his hand and asked for a trace.

Unexpectedly, Rusek held the paper and did not move.

"Give it to me."

Hank furrowed his eyebrows and beckoned to him.

"No need." Russec crumpled up the sketch paper in his hand and threw it directly into the trash.

Under the puzzled gaze of everyone, he walked over to the whiteboard.

"Bang bang."

Rusek excitedly tapped the photo on the whiteboard twice: "This person is the arsonist who pretended to be a homeless man." ”

"Are you sure?"

Ethan followed and looked at the Muñoz.

There is also a circle of tattoos on the neck, and a circle of short black whiskers that connect from the sideburns to the chin, which looks very lean.

"One hundred percent."

Rusek nodded, acknowledging that he was not mistaken.

Since this is the case, there is no doubt that the gang led by Ramirez is definitely the one who gave the eight million dollars to the black and black.

"Scatter their photos across the city."

Hank immediately banged on the table and said, "The train station, the bus station, the airport, all have their wanted information." ”

"Your informants have all been informed."

While the others started to get busy, Ethan stood motionless in front of the whiteboard.

There was a problem that he couldn't figure out.

How did these Colombians get to grips with Novak's men?

They can't keep an eye on them outside the bank around the clock, these people are violent people and can't do such a delicate job.

Colombians must have somehow learned about the whereabouts of Novak's people.

Then they had to be very precise in timing their robbery, so that they could act quickly and go and serve Novak the next morning.

"What are you thinking?"

Hank walked up to him and asked.

"Is there a possibility?" Ethan was in the corner of the whiteboard, took down a lone photo, and flicked it with his finger:

"In this matter, there is a second inner ghost?"

The voice was not loud, only Erin, who was sitting nearby, heard it, and she quickly stood up and walked over quickly.

"No, it won't."

She looked at the person in the photo and said in surprise, "Gonzalez, doesn't he say he doesn't have any motivation to do this?" ”

The photo Ethan held in his hand was the same security officer who was hiding in his office at the time of the robbery.

The appearance is honest, but it also exudes true emotions at the time.

"Smack."

Ethan slammed the picture onto the whiteboard: "We overlooked something, and this is a good actor. ”

This sudden movement attracted the attention of others.

"Just because we don't think he's motivated doesn't mean he doesn't have a motive." Ethan looked at the photo of the security officer and said:

"He's also Colombian."

Looking at Hank, Ethan continued, "It's only been two weeks since I joined the company, and we definitely have reason to suspect that he was arranged by Milares to follow up on the robbery. ”

"And he was so sad at the time that we overlooked a small detail."

"He's only been on the job for two weeks, is it necessary to have such a lot of emotion?"

After listening to his analysis, everyone frowned.

The two people who survived at that time were both internal ghosts, and they were from different teams, so they were playing spy in spies!

Erin walked briskly back to the table and picked up the case file:

"I asked for his home address at the time, and Gonzalez must have been resting at home after the shooting yesterday."

"Found it, here."

"Arrange for the patrol officer to go over and keep an eye first." Hank explained to Erin, and then waved his hand at Ethan: "Let's go, let's go, no matter what, we have to make sure clearly." ”

Before the two could sit down, they hurried out again.

Looking at their backs as they left in a hurry, Erin picked up the phone to contact the patrol officer, and the others began to get busy with their own business.

The handling of cases is a multi-pronged approach, and when conditions permit, it cannot be blocked on one road.

Soon came to the address that Erin said, and a patrol car had been parked next to the street.

"Bang."

Ethan closed the door and walked briskly over.

"Sheriff, detective."

Atwater and Burgess got out of the car, the former nodding to Hank and pointing to a house next to him:

"After we came, there was nothing out of the ordinary."

"No one is going in or out."

"Okay." Ethan pulled out the handle of his gun and walked briskly across the front yard to the porch.

The people behind followed one after another, and Burgess subconsciously stood sideways on the steps, looking guarded.

Looking at her appearance, she wrote down what she said when she tracked her phone last time.

Smiling at her, Ethan waved his hand and knocked on the door.

There are five points of light inside, and the sound of cartoons comes out of the window.

One of the points of light quickly moved towards the door, and Ethan tightened the handle of his gun.

"Click."

The door opened, and a little curly-haired boy stared at them with wide eyes: "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Hey."

Seeing the two small children sitting in the living room, Ethan let go of the hand pressed against the handle of the gun: "Hello, we are the Chicago police officers. ”

"Is Daddy at home?"

"We want to talk to him about yesterday."

"Daddy, someone's looking for you."

The curly-haired boy shouted upstairs and ran back to the couch with a quick pace.

They stood outside the door, quietly waiting.

Soon, footsteps rang out on the stairs, and Gonzalez came down the stairs.

When he noticed someone coming, he paused for a moment, and then walked quickly to the front door: "Hello, what is the matter?" ”

"I've sent the surveillance video to the email number you provided."

"That's right, we've received it."

Ethan looked at the Colombian with thick eyebrows and big eyes and smiled: "But you still missed something." ”

"Analytical, how did you get in touch with Milares?"

"Or, where is he, can you please tell us about it?"

When he heard the name Milares, Gonzalez's eyes flashed with panic, and he asked suspiciously, "Excuse me, who are you talking about?" ”

"Dadada~"

Ethan waved his hand to interrupt him: "I'm tired of hearing these words, come on something fresh." ”

"I know you're a good actor."

"But we're not sure we're going to come to the door, give me a little respect, okay?"

(End of chapter)