Looking at the puddles of blood on the ground, Ethan was very entangled.

From just now to now, he has been thinking about whether to tell what he sees and knows.

But that was Rebecca, her first friend.

Even though she's doing this kind of thing, Ethan doesn't want to go down the opposite path with Rebecca.

People are selfish, and he is no exception.

Take a deep puff of your cigarette, throw the butt away, and track it down first.

Perhaps, Hector will be caught directly later, and he will not have to make a choice.

After confirming that Ethan was okay, everyone returned to the unfinished apartment building where the shootout had just taken place, and the corpses were being carried down from the upper floors, and there was a line of waste land on top of it.

This scene is very spectacular.

Those killed by their own people, plus those who fought each other to death, more than a dozen corpses were put together.

The most conspicuous thing is the patrolman who was cut off by Hector's head and took off the head, who was vomiting frantically next to him, and his face turned blue.

The big smart man who jumped directly downstairs was also carried over.

Not to mention being beaten to death, his legs were also broken.

On the other side, the rest of the people were all pointed at gunpoint by the nervous patrolmen.

Holding his head in his hands, he honestly lay on the ground.

In the middle, more than two dozen guns, magazines and knives are piled up like firewood, waiting for follow-up.

Fortunately, the conflict took place in the unfinished building.

In the shootout on the street just now, no civilians were harmed, and Perry didn't have to suffer too much pressure in this matter.

Ethan is here to be particularly eye-catching.

He wore a bandage on his chest, a black coat, and a cigarette in his mouth.

For a leisurely walk, no one dared to despise him.

After all, at least half of the corpses on the ground were caused by him alone.

When I came to the fourth floor, I set up a few large tents in a large room, and the ground was full of fast food boxes, cigarette butts, and wine bottles.

Hector was smart enough to know how to hide in this place.

This is a place where even addicts don't want to come, and who would have thought that they would hide here.

"Look here." Atwater walked quickly to the window and pulled up a piece of rope: "Those two people just now escaped here." ”

Ethan followed, poking his head out.

Two long rope ladders hung down to the ground, still swaying gently.

He secretly praised Hector's alertness, as long as there was an abnormal situation, throw the fixed rope ladder out of the window, and he could escape at any time, and he was not afraid of being blocked on it at all.

In fact, if Ethan hadn't rushed over, Hector might not really need this thing.

As for the corpses downstairs, most of them belonged to local gangs.

In addition to Ethan, who killed four, Orlinsky and the others also eliminated two, and the remaining three Salvadors disarmed and surrendered.

Coupled with Hector and the person who was shot in the head by Ethan, who killed whom, I really don't know.

It is estimated that the people of the local gang would not have imagined that Hector would have so many people here, if they knew, they would definitely not dare to come and send them to death.

But after thinking about it, it's normal.

No matter how arrogant Hector was, it was impossible for him to come and grab the territory with only three or four people.

More than a dozen people crossed the river with a raptor, and he was bold.

A group of people searched the whole scene, the garbage heap in the corner, the corner of the tent, all of which were not spared, but they could not find any useful clues.

It was imperative to find Hector's next possible place to stay.

Since nothing was found above, everyone immediately went downstairs and took the three Salvadorans who had surrendered back to the police station for interrogation.

"Bang."

Another punch was swung down, this time to the chest, and Ethan grinned.

"Come on, Rusek." He threw the phone book over and waved his hand: "It's okay to intern." ”

"Me?"

Rusek looked confused, swallowed his saliva and took the thick phone book.

The others were busy tracking down Hector's whereabouts, and Hank and Olinsky couldn't spare their hands, so they simply let Ethan practice with the two new Ding.

"Hurry up."

Ethan sat down on the bench and said with a calm face, "Don't talk nonsense, Atwater helps." ”

"Got it."

Atwater pounced on him and lifted the Salvadoran, who was lying on the ground in pain, breathless.

"Fack!"

Rusek didn't bother to think about it so much, he put the phone book on the tattooed bandit, and slammed his fist down, and the whole garage resounded with a thumping sound.

There was no time for slow interrogation, and with Perry's acquiescence, they took people directly into the iron cage.

Two patrolmen died, and now no one wants to play with them,

When you get started, you will fight, and what you play is torture to extract confessions.

"Bang~"

Another heavy punch was thrown, and the force took Atwater back.

Rusek breathed heavily, his hands on his knees, the sheets of paper on the phone book were torn and stained with blood, and his knuckles were torn and fleshy.

If anyone says that beating people is not tiring, he is now the first to stand up against it.

"Replace me."

Atwater shouted, and was about to take over.

"Don't."

The fierce curly-haired brother shook his head quickly, and shouted with a sad and angry face: "Don't fight anymore, if you fight again, you will die, what do you want to know, but ask?" ”

Say good dishes for cooking and self-travel, and say good respect for the law.

These bastards don't ask a word, they come up and fight.

That is, the kid on the other side couldn't move, so he relieved himself.

"Yo."

Ethan stood up and grabbed Curly's hair: "You can also speak English, I thought you only spoke Spanish." ”

"You didn't ask!!"

Brother Curly's face flushed with excitement, and he was extremely aggrieved.

Ethan looked at Rusek, then at Atwater, all three of them looking embarrassed.

It's like, perhaps, really didn't ask anything.

"I didn't ask, won't you say it yourself?" Ethan threw a punch and slammed it into Curly's liver.

"Giggle~"

Curly-haired brother pressed a meaningless voice in his throat, and saliva dripped down.

"Shet." Ethan rubbed his chest and said dissatisfiedly: "Now it hurts you, and I'm not comfortable, can't you cooperate a little?" ”

"Hector."

Brother Curly was so devastated that he had no strength left, and said weakly: "He can't stand it for a day without a woman, so he doesn't rest there with us at night, I only know that it is in a motel called Foss." ”

"What else?" Ethan stared into his eyes:

"Where did you come from, and who told you to come here?"

"Philadelphia." Brother Curly gasped and said, "Please, I'm just a soldier, I'm only responsible for work, and I've already told you what I know." ”

"Please, let me rest."

"If you want to fight, wait for me to slow down for a while, okay?"

It can be seen that he is telling the truth and is not lying.

Ethan waved his hand, and Atwater immediately screwed Curly into a makeshift detention cell.

"Fuss Motel."

He and Rusek walked up to the chase room and said to the crowd, "This is the place where Hector is looking for a daughter and resting for the night, perhaps we should go and see it." ”

"Address?"

Hank immediately waved at Horstead.

In less than a minute, Hoststed had found the address of the motel, which was a 10-minute drive from Harrison Park.

With the latest clues, everyone stopped what they were doing and prepared to search.

"You look like that." Erin put on her coat and asked with concern, "It's better to stay and rest." ”

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Ethan patted her arm and followed the group downstairs.

They don't know who they're dealing with, and if Borden is also in that place, if they're not there, they're afraid they'll lose another life or two.

A few cars drove quickly and soon came to the motel.

The patrol officers who supported the support have also arrived.

However, they did not act rashly, just stared and waited for the people of the intelligence group to come.

Today, the Chicago police officers lost two of their colleagues and two were seriously injured, and everyone was angry and secretly vowed to find Hector.

"Me, Ethan, Horstead, Erin go in."

Hank's voice rang out from the headset, and he said in a deep voice, "Others, fence the whole motel, and no more people can escape." ”

"Roger."

The voices of the others rang out, and they drove to various intersections outside the hotel, and their spirits were on high alert.

Ethan pressed the throttle and parked directly outside the door of the motel service.

This is a two-storey building, in a concave shape, and the parking space in the middle is full of vehicles, and it can be seen that the business is very good.

There's a reason for that, in the hallway on the second floor, a couple of hot-pants long-legged babes leaned against the railing.

They didn't speak, but smiled and beckoned to Ethan, and from the body movements of several people, it could be seen that these people with heavy makeup were engaged in an ancient and sacred profession.

"Bump."

Throwing the door shut, Ethan and Hank walked into the service desk together.

Behind the counter, there sat a fat white man with an obscene appearance, who held his eyes and was about to speak.

"Bang."

Ethan slapped the police badge on the counter, and Hank stretched out his mobile phone: "This person, what room does he live in?" ”

Inside the screen, is Hector's headshot.

"I'm sorry."

The white fat man didn't know why, and spread his hands.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan stretched out his arm, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him back.

The fat body hit the counter, and the water glass was knocked over.

"Two policemen died at the hands of this man." Ethan's eyes narrowed, and he said sharply, "I warn you, don't be stupid!" ”

"Second floor."

The fat on the white fat man's face trembled, and the fleshy arm was raised: "The house on the far left." ”

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Ethan pushed hard, and the white fat man's body turned back the way it came, crashing into the chair.

"Huh."

Draw your pistol and walk out of the service desk.

His arms flailed rapidly, and Erin and Horstead disembarked from the car at the same time, armed with assault rifles.

With Ethan as the arrowhead, a group of people bent over and walked briskly up the stairs.

Seeing their fully armed appearance, the young lady in the corridor on the second floor was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

"Orlinsky."

Hank thought of something, put his arm on Erin's shoulder, and pressed the walkie-talkie:

"Tell the patrol to keep an eye on all entrances and exits here, and no one, no vehicle, and no one is allowed to get out of the car, and I mean anyone."

The group stepped on the iron corridor, and only small footsteps sounded.

If you don't listen carefully, it's really not easy to spot.

Approaching the room on the far left, Ethan lowered his gun in disappointment.

"Bang."

Horstead replaced the hammer and slammed the room open, and it was empty.

The bedding was messy, and the house was filled with the smell of inferior perfume and fish.

Several people covered their mouths and noses, opened windows to ventilate and began to search.

Erin pulled out a small travel bag from the cupboard, put on disposable gloves to check the contents, and threw several pieces of clothing on the bed in a row:

"He didn't come back."

Needless to say, everyone can see it.

If you come back, at least these underwear will be taken with you.

"Come up."

Hank inserted the pistol back into the holster and pressed the walkie-talkie: "Call a few more patrol officers, the hotel manager, the branch girl, all make a confession, see what they know." ”

"And the surveillance footage of the last few days, I need to see who came here with Hector."

"And the means of transportation, which can be seen on video."

With his order, everyone began to get busy.

"Savoy."

Erin rummaged through the compartment pocket of her travel bag and found a black business card with the name written on it in gilt lettering.

"Do you know what this is?"

She handed the business card to Horstead and asked softly.

"I haven't heard of it."

Horstead flipped it up and down, and it was a swarthy, shiny plastic business card, and in the middle of the card, the name Sava flashed with gold.

He looked at it and handed Ethan the business card again.

Ethan didn't say anything, glanced at it and put the card in his pocket with a blank face.

If there is anything, I will talk about it later.

A search of all the rooms revealed nothing.

This is Hector's place to rest and solve his physiological needs, nothing special.

The questioning of a few women outside was also in full swing, and they didn't dare to hide anything when they learned that Hector had committed such a big thing.

These people have all served Hector.

It's just that their rhetoric is the same, Hector gives money very simply, and does things very simply.

When it's done, they'll be driven away.

He never mentions anything in front of them, and he doesn't see anyone he interacts with, he basically uses them as tools to solve his needs.

As for the hotel manager Bai Fat, he is even more out of the picture.

You can get those things in this place, you can open a house as long as you give money, and identity verification basically doesn't exist.

Credit cards, as expected, are also fakes, not the same name at all.

After getting the surveillance video, everyone had no choice but to return to the police station.

After looking through the two-hour video, it was found that Hector arrived at the hotel in a different vehicle every time, either an online car-hailing or a taxi, and he was not seen to enter and exit with other people, and the last clue was also broken.

Until the evening, the whereabouts of the black Mercedes could not be found.

The atmosphere in the Chase room was solemn, and everyone stared blankly at the whiteboard, which was the only photo taken on a public camera.

It was very vague, and the driver also lowered the visor.

In this blurry photo, only the lower half of the driver's face can be seen.

Grand Chapter

(End of chapter)