Burgess's face was red and white, and his hands were clutched to the bulletproof vest.

"It's just a job."

The bald police officer continued to complain, and continued to scold Burgess: "If there is anything dangerous, just leave it to plainclothes to do, I still want to go home safely from work tonight." ”

"Next time, be careful that I complain about you."

"Hey!"

Ethan licked his lips and let out an angry roar: "You bastard, do you get this salary so that you can eat a few more doughnuts?" ”

This reprimand attracted the attention of all the police officers at the scene.

"What do you mean to leave dangerous things to plainclothes to do?" Ethan strode up to him, pointed to his nose and scolded: "What is your police number, you don't need to complain about Burgess, I will complain about you." ”

"It's a misfortune that this badge is on you."

"If you weren't wearing this uniform, I'd give you a slap in the face."

Ethan reached out and pinched Burgess's face:

"Look at her."

"Don't look away, I told you to look at her."

The bald officer's face turned red, and his momentum was completely suppressed by Ethan, who could only look at Burgess obediently.

"It's blood, almost her blood."

Ethan shouted: "Your partner, desperately in front, almost died." ”

"And you, hiding behind like a damn little girl, scared to pee your pants, and now reprimanding her for your inaction."

He let go of Burgess and pointed at the pot-bellied patrolman and scolded:

"Why don't you take off your uniform and go home to Falk yourself? This will make your miserable life a little longer. ”

If the patrol officer is scolded by plainclothes for no reason, other patrol officers will definitely stand up and support.

But under Ethan's scolding, everyone present knew what was going on, and immediately cast a disdainful look at the bald officer.

Everyone is afraid, human nature.

They also slowed down just now, and there's nothing to say about that.

But he cowered and blamed his colleagues who stood up, no matter what he said, he would be looked down upon.

Especially the sentence that there is danger for plainclothes to do, this kind of idea can be thought about, and it is blatantly said for others to hear.

Now he is scolded by plainclothes pointing at his nose, and he deserves it.

"Alright."

Erin stepped forward quickly, grabbed Ethan's arm and dragged him to the side: "Don't talk about it, we have to go back to the slaughterhouse." ”

"I'm Ethan Morgan."

Ethan finally pointed at the bald police officer and said a cruel sentence: "If you are not convinced, we will find a time to touch it, and you will be lucky if you keep a few bones." ”

"Boom~"

The gray dodge let out a roar and quickly left with the red guy.

Burgess looked at the departing vehicle and wiped his face vigorously, the blood smearing and turning a pale red.

"Ethan Morgan."

The bald police officer came back to his senses at this time, and his body couldn't help but tremble: "He's Ethan Morgan of the Intelligence Group?" ”

"That's right."

Burgess looked at his partner, gritted his teeth and said, "You just told me so much, I just want to tell you." ”

She snapped out her middle finger and said in a resolute tone:

"Fakyu!"

That place just now is left to those patrol officers to deal with.

They took the reds and quickly returned to the factory next to the slaughterhouse, where the police lights were also flashing, and five or six patrol cars and ambulances were parked.

The bomb disposal team also arrived at the scene and is disposing of the explosives left here.

One by one, the small carts were pulled out by people wearing explosion-proof suits, and carefully loaded onto the carts, and next to the street, several people were lying on the ground.

"Well done."

Seeing the red guy who was pulled off the car by Erin, Hank reached out and bumped his fist with Ethan: "Is it okay over there?" ”

"There's another man, dead."

When Ethan spoke, he couldn't suppress his murderous aura.

It's only been a long time, and he has taken a few more lives, but he has already thought about it, this is what he does, it's not a big deal, it's a big deal, it's a big party to have a few more parties.

Kill, dance, dance.

As long as you put it together, there will be no problems,

"I don't know if we're lucky or bad." Hank patted his arm and said helplessly, "Red guy, this bastard, just made an appointment with a gang of gun dealers here tonight." ”

"Won't it?"

Ethan spread his hands out with an incredulous expression.

"That's right." Hank nodded and headed inside, "When we came over, they were trading inside. ”

The dangerous goods in the factory have been cleaned up.

A pickup truck, parked in the middle, with two bodies lying next to it.

"The Red Guy killed someone." Hank shrugged his shoulders and said, "Run away with one more person, and the gunmen above saw him flee and quickly surrendered." ”

Olinsky, they were all gathered around the pickup truck.

"Hey, look at this guy."

Russec struggled out of the car with an M249 in his hand, grinning and saying, "Good thing they didn't use it just now." ”

"yes!"

Seeing the machine gun, everyone swallowed their saliva and nodded heavily.

Ethan raised his eyebrows even more, he used this thing when he was in New York, if the gunman in it just now used this guy, not to mention anything else, few people present would survive.

After the scene was processed, the group dragged their tired bodies back to the police station.

The others went upstairs, and Ethan fell last.

He walked to the reception and looked left and right: "Where's Burgess, is she back?" ”

"I'm back."

Pratt put down the pen in his hand and handed him a chocolate bar: "But you know, she almost got shot, and I told her to go back and rest early." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan took the chocolate, tore open the plastic wrapper and threw it into his mouth.

This reception sergeant usually treats those patrol officers with a stinky face, and has to tease them from time to time.

In fact, she cares about her subordinates, and is the kind of person who is disgusted and kind.

"That's right."

Ethan slowly chewed on the slightly bitter chocolate and stared at Pratt, "Something happened just now, I think you need to know." ”

The gentleman will not take revenge overnight, and if he complains, he will complain immediately.

"Needless to say." Pratt waved his hand and sighed: "I received the news half an hour ago, it's a pity that this kind of bastard police will be everywhere." ”

"Is there nothing you can do?" Ethan furrowed an eyebrow.

"What do you think I was doing?"

Pratt picked up the clipboard placed on the reception desk and said with a smile: "This is the transfer report, the twenty-first sub-bureau, there is no need for such a person." ”

"Not bad."

Ethan smiled and high-fived her: "This is the Pratt I know." ”

"Whether the patrol police are chaotic or not, it's all up to you to decide."

With a top hat on, Pratt smiled from ear to ear.

Thank you Hanjiang fishing brother for your support, thank you!

(End of chapter)