"No, I think you know pretty well."

Ethan took the phone back, pouted and said, "I admire Octopus now, for the sake of his freedom, he can do anything." ”

"Yes, he's still young."

"Back in Colombia, find a few more women, and have as many children as you want."

"Shut up!"

The brown-haired woman exploded in emotion and roared angrily, "You don't understand!! ”

"You don't understand." She repeated the words again, but her voice suddenly lowered, and her body trembled: "Mommy Fake." ”

"Arrest him, you go and get that mommy Fark back."

"Trust me." Seeing her collapse, Erin stepped forward to hold her hand: "We also want to catch Octopus, he killed too many people for himself, but we don't have any clues now." ”

"If you remember anything, anything."

Erin stared at her and said seriously, "Anything that can help us, you have to say it." ”

The brown-haired woman snorted heavily, her mind churning.

Octopus has been in prison for a few months, and he has even changed two sturdy gardeners, so how do you know what his escape plan is.

"Slavs."

She thought of something, and quickly raised her head and said angrily: "Fleeing from here today, the first thing Octopus did after getting into the car was to make a phone call and go out." ”

"But I don't understand what he says, only that it's Slavic."

Several people glanced at each other, and then walked out of the interrogation room, this is also a person who is being used, and it is impossible for Octopus to tell her about her escape plan.

Returning Glock to Hank, Ethan scratched his chin:

"Slavic, what is the relationship between Colombians and Slavs in Chicago?"

"Not good."

Hank put away his pistol and walked forward: "However, it is also a clue worth following. ”

"Now let's sort out the information we have and see where Octopus and Slavs have crossed paths."

Arriving at the Chase room, Sumner was packing his things.

Her face was calm and her mood was very low.

Leaving BFIPU in this way was something she could not have imagined.

"Hey."

Ethan looked at Hank, who walked into the office, and pressed Sumner's arm: "Don't worry, I'll talk to him, there may be some misunderstanding." ”

"No need."

Sumner smiled reluctantly, "This has nothing to do with a misunderstanding. ”

"If something like this happens, it's not interesting for me to stay in BFI, and I won't be happy."

Ethan scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

Just now, it can be said that in front of the whole group, Hank gave a notice to Sumner.

Sumner was right, even if Hank changed his mind and she continued to stay, the two would become estranged, so it would be better to get together and disperse.

"This is the information I found about Octopus."

She pulled out a folder from the carton and handed it to Ethan: "I don't have a chance, you can take the time to take a look, maybe you can use the clues." ”

"Promise me to find that bastard and avenge Antonio."

"Definitely."

Ethan took the folder and nodded heavily.

Sumner patted the table gently, hugged Ethan again, and said with a smile:

"I'm leaving."

"Hey." Erin also walked over quickly and stretched out her hand to Sumner: "You are a good detective, and I am really sorry about what is happening now. ”

"Somewhere else, you're going to make a difference."

"Thank you."

Sumner shook her hand: "You're a good cop too. ”

Russec and Horstead also came over and said some words of encouragement.

After all, working together for a period of time, the other party's efforts are obvious to all.

Sumner took one last look at the sheriff's office, grabbed the cardboard box containing his personal belongings, and walked downstairs without looking back.

……

Big city, big police station.

It's not a surprise that there are personnel changes, and everyone else is used to it and continues to keep busy.

Ethan looked at the empty desk and let out a heavy breath.

"Let's talk?"

He pushed the door open and walked into the sheriff's office, picked up his cigarette, and sat down in a chair.

"Is it about the Sumner?"

Naturally, Hank also noticed what was happening outside, and he lit a cigarette and said bluntly: "She's an internal ghost, someone sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs." ”

"The last bank robbery, she notified the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"It's not her." Ethan shook his head, "I asked her, and Sumner said she hadn't done it. ”

"That's her."

Hank flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said firmly, "I asked Jean to check on her, she has spoken with Edwin many times during this time, and the talk time is not short, which is not normal." ”

"At first, I thought she was just someone introduced by Edwin."

"Now it seems that she is the nail inserted by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the intelligence group, so she must go, otherwise everyone will be in trouble in the future."

"Edwin, do you remember who it is?"

"Of course." Ethan nodded silently.

How could he not know, it was Sumner's boyfriend, Hank's opponent.

Call logs, you can explain to Hank.

But what's the point, if Hank knows that Sumner is Edwin's little lover, I'm afraid he will not be able to tolerate her.

At this point, there are some things that need no more to be said.

Sumner probably didn't like to talk about her by herself, she was a very strong woman.

Smoking a cigarette, Ethan flipped through the information Sumner had left for him directly in the sheriff's office, and when he turned to the next page, his movements stopped.

Raising his head, he looked at Hank:

"You just said that the Slavs don't have a good relationship with the Octopus, their Colombians?"

"yes, that's right."

Hank nodded and replied: "These two groups of ethnic groups have disputes in the unique market, and they are still fighting more fiercely. ”

"That certainly doesn't include this guy named Schnetnowski." Ethan looked at the information above:

"The name, it should be the Slavs."

"It shows here that this guy used his nightclub as collateral and applied for bail for Octopus."

"No way, he's never been released on bail."

Hank took the folder, frowned, and said, "Octopus's bail is a million dollars, and it needs clean money, and these dealers can't take it." ”

"So it didn't work out, this Schnetnowski nightclub wasn't worth a million."

Ethan's eyes lit up and he continued:

"Could this Slav be the one who called after Octopus escaped from prison?"

"I don't know."

Hank closed the folder and patted it excitedly, "This is exactly what we need to know, who found this thing, it's useful." ”

"Sumner."

Ethan sniffed and extinguished the cigarette butt.

"She's a good detective."

Hank had a complicated expression and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

Information about Schnetnowski was quickly found out.

This is a new Slavic gang, and he is the leader of this gang.

You don't even have to look up the address, it's just on the data.

The group quickly dispatched, but at this time, there was one less person in their team, and it became a six-person team.

Ten minutes later, came to the vicinity of the Slavic gang nightclub.

Everyone had already dressed up, and when they arrived at the place, they immediately went their separate ways, and Ethan, Olinsky, and Rusek, three people, rushed from the side alley to the back.

Hank and the other two stayed in the car, staring coldly at the yawning minions who were standing in the distance.

"Bang."

Rusek's swoop knocked the Slavs, who were squatting in the back door and smoking, to the ground.

I thought I could quickly subdue it, but the other party reacted quickly.

The two were about to scuffle together when the black barrel of the gun was pressed against the head of the Slav.

It doesn't matter if the other party can understand what is being said here, the barrel is basically known all over the world.

Strong Slavs, quickly raised their hands.

"Back door."

Olinsky stood behind, watching the young man work lightly, and he pressed the intercom: "You can do it at any time, by the way, now that the Sumner is gone, do we have to think about finding a new person." ”

"I've got a pick."

Hank's voice rang out: "Thirty seconds later, the action begins." ”

"Newcomer?" Russec excitedly pressed the head of the man on the ground: "Haha, that means I'm no longer a rookie." ”

"Shh

Ethan slapped him on the head, "Be quiet, newcomer." ”

"Got it." Rusek handcuffed the Slavs and whispered, "You only arrived at the intelligence group a day before me, but I am the only newcomer. ”

Olinsky handed the hammer to Rusek and held the pistol:

"Do you have an opinion?"

"Nope!"

Looking at Ethan's smiling face next to him, Russec shuddered.

"Bang."

At the end of the countdown, Rusek swung his hammer hard.

"Chicago Police."

Ethan shouted and lunged in.

In this little nightclub, there were five or six Slavs, and when they heard the movement, they all rushed to the side.

"Da-da-da-da."

He immediately fired the half-shuttle bullet, and the wooden floor crackled and exploded.

This movement frightened most people in place.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to touch it." Ethan pointed his gun at a long-haired man, who reacted the fastest, almost touching the submachine gun on top of the bar.

On the other side, a man grabbed a backpack and ran to the front door.

Hank strode in and knocked the man over with a single shot.

The people behind caught up one after another and quickly controlled the people inside.

"Get on your stomach."

Rusek yelled at the men, but there was no response.

"Go down, go down."

In desperation, he pointed hard at the floor, repeating simple words in his mouth.

"Bang~"

Horstead came up and knew that these people didn't understand, so he hooked his toes hard, pressed his hand, and pressed the person to the ground.

Actions are better than words, and the others are lying down one after another.

The long-haired man who scurried to the bar was also carried aside by Ethan, and Olinsky handcuffed him.

On the bar, there was a row of firearms.

There are both long and short guys, and there is no shortage of cold weapons with cold light.

In the middle of this small nightclub, on the dance floor, there is a large long table with white powder and dispensing tools.

"Safe in the back."

Erin walked briskly from the small room next to her and threw a large bag of things on the table: "There are more powders in there, and I don't see the octopus." ”

"Call the patrol officer to come and deal with it." Hank waved his arm: "We don't have time to get this, we need to speed up the interrogation." ”

A simple visual inspection shows that there are more than a dozen pounds of powder here.

In other words, it's a big deal here.

But they don't have much interest in these things right now, and it's important to hurry up and ask for news about Octopus.

"Got it."

Erin nodded, pressed the walkie-talkie, and walked to the side.

In the garage, Ethan looked at the ground, and the blood stains left by Biardon had been cleaned up.

But in the air, there was also a faint smell of blood.

Raising the picture in his hand, he walked to the iron cage, and inside the small cage, there were seven Slavs who were tall and tall.

"Which one?"

Rusek opened the cage and scanned it back and forth, as if he were picking up goods.

Coincidentally, Schnetnowski was the long-haired man who almost collapsed himself, and this guy sat on a bench inside, and the other six people were standing or squatting.

It's all locked in a cage, and the boss is still putting on a show here.

"You."

Ethan held out his finger and pointed at Schnetnowski and hooked it.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the words, as long as you can read the gestures.

Schnetnowski looked left and right, and walked out of the cage with a calm face.

"Davari." Ethan patted him in the face:

"Tell me, where is Octopus?"

Octopus was a nickname, pronounced a bit like a bubble, and Ethan couldn't believe he didn't understand.

Schnetnowski babbles on a string of words and ends with a sukka.

"Bang."

The fist landed on the Slav's slightly bulging stomach like lightning, causing him to fall to his knees in pain with his hands on his belly.

"Hey."

Erin spread her hands: "What did he say?" ”

"I don't know."

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, and he grabbed Schnetnowski again.

"I don't know!" Erin rolled her eyes: "Then what are you hitting him for?" ”

"I'll make a bet with you."

Ethan pinched Schnetnowski's face and looked at him coldly: "This bastard, he must have been swearing just now, this is bullying that we don't understand." ”

"You're really not a thing, I still call you Davari, you don't deserve it."

"Guys."

Jean came out of the tech room, holding a computer in his hand: "I've cracked the code of the computer you got back from the nightclub, and there are a lot of emails on it, but all of them are in Slavic, I can't read them." ”

"Damn it."

Erin grabbed the bulletproof vest and cursed.

"What are the chances that Pratt will help us find someone who can speak Slavic again?" Rusekh shrugged his shoulders and looked at Hank helplessly.

"Don't bother her."

Hank pulled out his phone: "I know someone who can speak Slavic, so bring this guy first." ”

"Okay."

Ethan nodded, and together with Erin, he led Schnetnowski upstairs.

When the two came out of the interrogation room, Hank's friend had already arrived in the Chase room, a dark-haired man, sitting on the empty table that had been vacated, looking through the e-mails on the computer.

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