He moved his mouse and opened one email after another.

"Most of these emails were sent by that guy to his girlfriend in Moscow."

The black-haired man took a sip of his coffee and continued, "It's full of letters of love, some nonsense that doesn't matter. ”

"Ah!!h

"Dah." He quickly turned off the video file and sniffed: "You don't need to explain this, you know. ”

Irene was a little embarrassed and walked to her seat.

"Take a look at all the emails from the last few days, don't worry." Hank pressed his shoulder: "It's for Antonio, you understand. ”

"Of course I do."

The man took a big sip of coffee: "Otherwise, what do you think I'm here for?" ”

The Chase Room became incredibly silent, with only the sound of a mouse click.

Everyone waited anxiously, hoping to find some clues as soon as possible, and it was still uncertain what Schnetnowski had to do with Octopus, and something had to be found before it could be interrogated.

Otherwise, it is easy for the other party to see that they don't know anything, and things will be too passive.

Ten minutes later, Hank's friend waved his arm:

"This should be what you're looking for, and it's the only thing that has anything to do with today."

"What is it?"

The crowd raced around, and Hank held on to the computer screen.

"This is an Aeroflot cargo email." His friend pointed to the new pop-up window: "The email also carries this attachment, which is a customs clearance list for transporting trailers, and the goods shown on it are two off-road vehicles. ”

"A cargo flight that will take these two SUVs from Chicago to Moscow."

"Look at the date, it's today."

"Let's go." Hankla picked up his friend and walked to the interrogation room with his computer: "We need to talk to this Slav. ”

Everyone followed, and they all went to the observation room.

"Bump."

In the interrogation room, Hank put the computer down in front of Schnetnowski and tapped his fingers on the screen.

Without any words, just the moment they saw the attachment, the Slavs' eyes became panicked, and they glanced at Hank quickly.

"Tell him."

Hank looked at his friend, then at the Slavs, "I want Octopus, not him." ”

"If he cooperates, he can pick a random subordinate and recognize the matter of Kefan, and I will let him leave."

"There will be no prosecution, there will be no prison life."

"Are you serious?"

A thick hairy accent sounded, and Schnetnowski said in a muffled voice.

Not fluently spoken, but able to speak.

Hey, this old boy, pretending to be like that.

"I'm Hank Boitt." Hank gritted his teeth, not caring about these details, he leaned down and looked at the Slavs:

"You're in Chicago, you've probably heard my name."

"I'm a man of my word, I can say it and do it."

"Boyt."

The Slav repeated his name and nodded slowly: "I did hear your name, you are a trustworthy person. ”

"So can we come to a consensus?"

Hank stretched out his palm and said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

The Slavs hesitated and shook hands with him.

On the side of the observation room, the atmosphere was a little awkward, this was not a police interrogation of prisoners, but like two gang bosses negotiating.

Horstead doesn't think there's anything like that.

Not to mention them, even state attorneys often compromise with criminals in order to smooth the case without facing a jury.

"We're a new gang."

The big tongue of the Slav sounded a deep voice: "Eight Paws has helped us and provided supplies, and I owe him a favor, so I will also help him." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and tapped the computer screen next to him.

"Transfer route for trailers." Hank pulled out his notebook and placed it on the table:

"There's still a specific time, thank you."

Now that the decision had been made, the Slavs no longer hesitated, picked up a pen and began to write.

"Yo."

Ethan pressed the walkie-talkie, chewed gum and said, "If that Slav lied to us, I'm going to beat his ass when I go back." ”

Fifty or sixty meters ahead, the figure in the driver's seat of the Cadillac flashed.

"No, it won't." Hank's voice rang out: "This kind of person is very righteous, but more about profit. ”

"The depth of friendship is nothing more than the price they pay when they sell others."

"The conditions I offered were irresistible to him."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel, looked in the rearview mirror and waited patiently.

In fact, one is the question of price, and the other is the reputation that Hank has built up in Chicago for decades.

It doesn't matter if the reputation is good or bad.

There are some things, as long as you say it and promise to go out, others will know that Boit can be trusted.

This is the most important thing, if it is someone else, even if it is worn out, the Slavs will feel that they are fooling and will not cooperate easily.

The place where they were located was a remote street.

Trailers pass through here to the cargo airport to load the contents of the container onto the cargo plane.

If nothing else, Octopus is hiding in the off-road vehicle of the container.

Ethan, on the other hand, prepared thirty small gifts for him.

The few remaining members of BFIPU also parked their vehicles on both sides of the street, forming a large pocket.

As long as you come, you can't run away.

A few minutes later, Ethan's fingers tapping on the steering wheel jerked to a halt, and a truck appeared in the rearview mirror, pulling a container behind it.

With a stroke of his mind, he turned on the radar.

As the car passed, the windows vibrated slightly.

One, two, three, in addition to the cab, there are two points of light in the container behind.

"The target appears."

Ethan pressed the walkie-talkie and picked up the AR15.

Hank and Olinsky in front of them, starting the car, turned the steering wheel quickly.

The vehicle is diagonally inserted and parked in the middle of the road at a cross.

The police lights flickered, blocking the truck's direction.

The two quickly got out of the car, holding a gun in one hand and a police badge in the other.

Faced with the threat of the muzzle, the driver hurriedly stepped on the brakes and raised his hands, not daring to do anything unusual.

"Come down."

Hank ran forward, dragged the driver out of the cab, and quickly locked the handcuffs.

When the two of them came to the back again, they had already formed a half-circle here.

Holding a large iron tong more than a meter long in his hand, Horstead looked at Hank nervously with a hesitant look in his eyes.

"Do it."

Hank gave the order: "Do what we are supposed to do." ”

"Bang."

There was a crunch, and the chain was cut.

Rusek, who sprang up against the danger, grabbed the handle and pulled the iron door open a crack of more than a dozen centimeters.

Ethan and Olinsky glanced at each other, and in unison pulled the tab from their hands, and the two flashbangs tumbled into the crack, and Rusek quickly pressed the iron door back and closed it tightly.

Not only do flashbangs emit a strong light, but they are also accompanied by a loud noise that, in a sealed environment, is enough to deafen a person.

"Bang bang."

There were two loud bangs, and the entire container vibrated with it.

A flash of bright light flashed. No one dared to look at the gaps, most of the people here had suffered.

"Ah!!h

As two heart-rending shouts rang out, Ethan grabbed his gun and yelled, "Open the door." ”

Rusek reacted quickly and pulled the door open.

Inside the container, white smoke fills the air.

However, it can still be seen that there are two off-road vehicles parked inside.

Octopus and Cowboy pushed open the tailgate in pain and tumbled out of the car.

"Ahem, ahem."

Eight Paws coughed violently and waved his hands desperately: "I'll vote." ”

"There's a gun!"

Ethan was standing outside the door, his feet straddling, and he yelled, pulling the trigger on the AR15.

"Da-da-da-da."

Furious gunfire rang out, and bullet casings kept flying out of the bomb throw.

"Bang bang."

Olinsky, who was next to him, also raised Glock with one hand and fired wildly.

"Bang."

Remington in Hank's hand pumped hard, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a shotgun, sweeping across the area.

Affected by this, Rusek and Erin also quickly pulled the trigger, hesitated for less than a second, and Horstead gritted his teeth to keep up with their movements.

The six men stood in a semicircle, and the bullets of revenge flew like raindrops into the container.

Thank you Brother Agenus for your support, thank you!

(End of chapter)