Ethan's palm slapped down, and Mike, the big gold chain, sat down softly.

Mike's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his thick lips turned up, and he grinned like a stunned man with a mouth full of white teeth.

"You're hard, you're hard."

He smiled and nodded: "Everyone is a civilized person, and we must solve problems in a civilized way." ”

"Don't worry, I'll say it all."

"Come on, then." Seeing him like that, Ethan shook out a cigarette and lit it for him: "Is there anything we don't know?" ”

"There were two addicts who were sucking glue next to the trash can." Mike chewed on his cigarette and said, "They saw a van leaving the back alley of the Teisel house, and they also saw the guy driving it, which was Salvadoran. ”

"Glue suction?" Ethan was inexplicable.

"You know." Mike exhaled smoke and quickly explained: "It's super glue, those homeless people who don't have the money to buy unique products, can only use these things to satisfy their cravings." ”

"As long as it makes their brains dizzy, gasoline, paint, spray paint, it's all something that can be smoked."

Hank clasped his fingers on the wire mesh and asked in a deep voice:

"Then how do you know that what these two homeless men said is accurate?"

"We don't have that many rules." Mike lifted his handcuffs, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Let's put it this way, we have a way to keep those two people awake." ”

Needless to say, it must have been those violent methods.

Ethan didn't bother to understand those, and asked directly:

"License plate number, vehicle characteristics?"

Mike also simply said the license plate number information, along with the vehicle model and specific features.

He saw the few people in front of him very clearly.

If you don't explain honestly, you will definitely suffer from flesh and skin.

As the leader of a gang, he also knows that some strips can be fooled, but some strips still have to cooperate honestly.

"If I'm not mistaken."

Ethan slapped him on the head and asked in a deep voice, "You gang boys, you're looking for Salvadorans." ”

"We're all gamers, and I'm not afraid to tell you."

Mike flicked his cigarette ash, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The order has gone down, as long as you find someone, it's a shootout." ”

"Salvadorans have to trade their lives for food if they want to grab food."

The battle on the road is so bloody.

The territory in their hands is also desperately snatched back, so naturally they will not give it up.

However, Ethan is not optimistic about them, Lao Hei looks like he is angry and angry, but compared to ruthlessness, they are really inferior to many races.

Not to mention Salvadorans, a wave of old ink can play them enough.

However, for stability reasons, now the Chicago police have decided to pull the off-frame, and this is the only advantage they have.

"Let's go."

Ethan grabbed him by the shoulder: "The temporary detention cell is waiting for you, and I hope those people inside won't like your ass." ”

"Wait." Mike greedily took two puffs of cigarette butt, and then reluctantly threw it away:

"It's always me who blows up others, where is it my turn to get others to up."

"Huh."

Ethan's hand on his clothes let go in an instant.

"Please." Mike Qiang smiled:

"I'm not interested in that, just an analogy."

"Let's go." Ethan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and waved his hand to the outside of the iron cage, not in the slightest interest in touching him.

Just as Mike stepped out of the cage, Director Perry walked in through the side door.

Olinski took the initiative to grab Mike and take him out.

"How?"

When these two people left, Perry immediately wiped his forehead: "Please, please give me some good news." ”

Three people, standing in a triangle.

Ethan told Perry everything he had just learned.

As the words fell, all three of them picked up their cigarettes, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, and the scarlet cigarette butts were flickering and extinguishing.

"Is it true?"

Perry is full of bags right now and just wants to get things done quickly.

"Bang."

The bent steel bar next to it was kicked into the corner by Ethan and hit the wall.

"All I can tell you is." He sniffed and looked at Perry:

"I'm sure he wouldn't dare to tell a lie."

"That's fine." Perry looked at the steel bar and nodded slowly: "I will now notify the night patrol police to intensify the search of this car." ”

"As for other things." He scratched the bald head:

"Let's all go back and rest, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

If he continues to make trouble like this, let alone any high-level pressure, he can't withstand the internal pressure alone.

It's not that you can do whatever you want when you become the director, and the emotions of the people below must be taken care of.

The arrested people were stuffed into temporary detention cells, a large group of off-duty patrol officers complained and left the police station, and the chaos of the 21st precinct slowly subsided.

Ethan waited until Burgess was out, and the two returned to the apartment one after the other.

At this time, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.

Although Ethan was still full of energy, Burgess was already sleepy.

After a brief wash, the two lifted the quilt and fell asleep.

The next morning, Burgess finally woke up after Ethan's repeated shouts.

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing that she gritted her teeth and got up.

She only rested for a few hours, and today was another long shift, and she felt collapsed just thinking about it.

Washed up quickly, biting a piece of cold bread and rushing out of the house.

Within the time limit, I finally arrived at the police station in time and successfully clocked in to work.

Not only her, but everyone who came over this morning had dark circles under their eyes, and everyone was desperately pouring a cup of coffee into their stomachs.

"Sheriff, please."

She leaned on the reception desk with her hands and said weakly: "Please give me a better partner today, I feel seriously lacking in energy." ”

"By the way, there's a good car."

"What's wrong?" Pratt looked left and right and asked in a whisper of curiosity, "Is Detective Morgan that strong?" ”

The alarm bell rang, and Burgess stood up straight in an instant:

"Sheriff?"

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I don't understand what you mean." ”

"Forget it." Pratt waved his hand, looking like a person who had come over: "I won't expose you, but the appearance of Detective Morgan shouldn't be bad, I seriously doubt that you can't deal with him." ”

"Thanks, key."

Burgess's face flushed, she didn't want to discuss the topic very much, and immediately stretched out her slender palm.

"This is a new car." Pratt took off his glasses and walked to the side.

She picked a car key on the wooden board on the wall, took it off, and put it in Burgess's hand: "You be careful, if it breaks, I'll clean you up." ”

"Don't worry, it won't."

Burgess excitedly grabbed the keys, and the patrol car that was scheduled every day was like opening a blind box.

If you're unlucky, you'll be able to get a lot of torment.

Maybe the person caught the day before will vomit and become incontinent in the car, and the smell will not go away for a few days, and really anything can happen.

(End of chapter)