"White people."

Hank said silently, and then stepped forward to take a closer look:

"I don't have a tattoo, so I don't think it's a Salvadoran."

He turned his head and looked at the crowd: "What about the license plate number, is there any information that can be recognized?" ”

"Fake."

Erin raised her hand and replied in a muffled voice.

Inside the Chase room, it was quiet again.

Now this case, due to the death of two of his own people, has been fully handed over to the intelligence team, and everyone has a solemn face.

The only good news now is that the other two patrolmen have been successfully rescued.

"Alas!"

Olinski sighed and looked at his watch: "If those people are moving fast enough, maybe Hector is no longer in Chicago." ”

"He was originally here to grab business, and if he really wants to run, he must be extremely fast."

"It doesn't matter where he goes." Hank clasped his hands to his chest and said in a hoarse voice: "As long as we are still in this country, we will find Hector and shoot him to death without any hesitation." ”

Ethan picked up his cup and walked into the pantry by himself.

Grabbing a cup of coffee, he took a careful sip, his face distorted on the stainless steel panel of the coffee machine.

And the silver police badge is also pinned with a black rubber ring.

Every time a police officer dies, this thing must be brought to the police badge, both to express mourning and the determination to take revenge.

"Bump."

The light blue ceramic cup was placed on the pantry with a muffled sound.

Ethan pulled out his phone and walked out to the balcony.

"Toot toot."

"Click!"

A small flame flickered in the darkness of the night, illuminating his face.

"Hello."

The phone was quickly connected, and a slightly flirtatious voice rang from the other side: "Good evening, Detective Morgan!" ”

"Please."

Ethan put his legs on the chair across from him, "Do you want me to call you Officer Kelly?" ”

"Hahaha." Siobhan smiled happily:

"I don't mind, how are you doing today?"

"Very bad." Ethan flicked the cigarette ash and said helplessly, "I'm still working overtime." ”

"It's really bad for you." Siobhan knew he didn't like working overtime, and continued to laugh: "But you're in a big city, that's what it's like, isn't it?" ”

Listening to the voice, she should be preparing dinner.

The two of them would make a phone call every once in a while, and Siobhan knew where he was.

After Ethan chatted a few words, he made it clear:

"Has anything interesting happened in Banshee Town lately?"

"Nope." Siobhan said calmly on the other side of the phone: "It's not like you haven't been here, the police station is very idle every day, what interesting things can happen?" ”

"To be honest, after you and Hood left, it was a lot calmer."

"I'm not talking about the police department." Ethan took out the business card in his pocket and playfully asked, "Is there anything new in town?" ”

"That's one or two." Siobhan was silent for two seconds before continuing, "There's a place that you used to love to go to that reopened a month ago. ”

"Guess what?"

"Savoy!" Ethan looked at the business card in his hand and read the name on it.

"Hehe, you damn man."

Siobhan complained to him and continued to talk about the situation at the Sava Gentlemen's Club.

It turned out that just three months ago, the original site of the Sava Gentleman's Club, which had been transferred, was suddenly hung with a dust cloth and renovated.

After two months, the renovation was completed.

The new Sava Gentlemen's Club was re-launched, attracting visitors from several nearby counties and cities.

Among them, there are many people from New York and Philadelphia who have come to experience it.

"Ahem."

Seeing that the more she spoke, Ethan interrupted her: "Who's the boss?" ”

"Rebecca Bowman." Siobhan sighed, "No one else will continue to use this name except her, right?" ”

"Just today, I saw her, and Rebecca took back all of Procott's original business, and continued to do what she used to do, and the business is getting bigger and bigger."

"Even the Myers restaurant opposite our police station was bought by her."

"You can't guess what the name is now?"

"Procott?" The corners of Ethan's mouth twitched, and he replied to her in a muffled voice.

"That's right." Siobhan said with a toothache, "It's called Procott's Restaurant, it's right across the street from our police station, damn it, it's a provocation." ”

"But it can't be helped, this is the world of the rich."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" Ethan took a deep drag on his cigarette and scratched his hair.

"You're gone, aren't you?" Siobhan sighed and cheered up again: "You shouldn't be interested in these things, so I didn't mention them to you." ”

"However, we suspect that Rebecca is doing the same thing as Procott before, but there is no evidence."

Ethan chatted with her a few more times and hung up the phone.

He hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind.

In the chase room, several people frowned, still analyzing the only clues at hand, but they all knew very well that Hector was very likely to be no longer in Chicago.

"Let's talk?"

Ethan turned to Hank and gestured to his office.

Hank nodded, got up from his desk, and walked briskly into the office.

When Ethan closed the door, he immediately asked, "Did you make any new discoveries?" ”

"How do you know?" Ethan pulled out a chair and sat down, continuing to light his cigarette.

"Please." Hank spreads his hands:

"You're almost talking to your face, is there anything we don't know?"

"I know the driver."

Ethan raised his eyelids and said lightly.

"What?"

Hank shouted in shock, and the cigarette he had just taken out also fell to the ground.

He noticed that the people outside were staring, so he quickly stood up, walked quickly to the blinds, and closed the fan with a straight face.

Back in his seat, Hank picks up the cigarette that fell on the floor.

He blew the dust, tangled into the filter, lit it with a lighter, and took a few puffs.

"It's a lot of trouble."

Hank hesitated for a moment and looked at Ethan through the smoke: "How is your relationship?" ”

Ethan saw all his reactions.

While moving, he was also secretly snickering.

"I told it, I know." Ethan puffed out a smoke: "I didn't say again, I'm friends with that person." ”

"Bastard." Hank glared at him and relaxed, "What kind of person is that, and how are we going to find him?" ”

"Someone to mess with." Ethan's eyes narrowed, and he said slowly:

"I'm friends with his boss, though."

"It's the same Madame Bowman that Teisel was talking about, I didn't expect it at the time, and I didn't know it was her until I saw her men today."

Hank's expression froze suddenly, isn't this even more than just now.

And it is not easy to mess with Ethan to say these three words, it seems that the driver is not simple.

He furrowed his eyebrows and played with the cigarette in his hand:

"It's all because Hector is making things so big now."

"I'll tell you the truth, as long as your friend didn't directly instigate these things that Hector did, we wouldn't have anything to do with her."

Hank's words are very clear.

Now they just need Hector, the Chicago Police Department can get their beaten face back, and as for anything else, they don't care.

There are so many peddlers in Chicago, big and small, that there is no shortage of such a Mrs. Bowman.

"Look, can I get in touch with your friends."

Hank looked at Ethan and continued, "Let her hand over Hector, I know, this must be difficult, but can you give it a try?" ”

Even if it's a friend, it's not easy to get someone else to hand over his subordinates.

But now in this situation, the Chicago Police Department has to do something.

If Ethan hadn't taken the initiative to speak out about the matter, if Hector had fled Chicago, the matter would have been wanted nationally and hung high.

But the one who died was the people of the twenty-first sub-bureau.

Despite his embarrassment, Hank hesitated for a moment and made a request to Ethan.

"She's in Banshee Town." Ethan naturally understood what he meant, and shrugged helplessly: "Unfortunately, I don't have her phone either." ”

"Here's my idea, let's go after Hector on our own terms."

"If that doesn't work, I'll go back again and find a way to get my friend to tell Hector's whereabouts."

"I think it's doable."

Hank nodded, snuffing out the cigarette butt.

Two days later, Pennsylvania.

At the exit of the airport, a group of women who came to pick up the plane stood up one after another and combed their hair neatly.

A tall, handsome and handsome man wearing sunglasses, with one hand in his pocket, Shi Shiran walked out, and he could feel the strong male hormonal attraction from afar.

"Ethan, wait for me."

A shout rang out, and a young man with short yellow hair also ran out excitedly.

"Hurry up."

Ethan turned his head helplessly and put his hands on his waist: "We are not traveling, why are we taking so many things?" ”

He followed, in addition to Rusek, as well as Atwater.

These two guys are big bags and small bags, and people who don't know think they are going somewhere to play.

After two days of searching, the members of the intelligence team also had to admit that they had lost all possibilities of finding Hector.

At this time, Hank found Perry.

He artistically processed what Ethan had said before, and then communicated with Perry.

When Perry heard this kind of thing, he didn't say a word, and immediately nodded in agreement, as long as there was a little hope, he didn't mind letting Ethan give it a try.

Isn't it just funding, it's easy to say.

When this kind of thing happens, Perry is also on fire.

For safety reasons, Hank also asked Ethan to bring two people, no one knows, Hector will escape to the Banshee Town to hide, when there is really something to do, there are people around who can be used.

For this kind of good thing to travel, the people of the intelligence group enthusiastically signed up.

That's right, in the eyes of these people, this is the kind of travel that can be reimbursed afterwards.

This time back, Ethan ruled out Erin first.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything, but it's mainly that I feel inconvenient.

Like Hostend, who is older than himself, sometimes he needs to explain a sentence or two to do things, and Ethan also excludes him.

Olinski didn't join the fun, and in the end he chose Rusekh and Atwater.

These two guys can rush and break through, and they are still newcomers and easy to command.

Atwater, who was behind Rusek, looked much calmer, and he walked over with a travel bag and asked excitedly:

"How long will it take for us to get to Banshee Town?"

"An hour and a half." Ethan waved his arm and continued to walk forward: "Let's go, hurry up." ”

"With any luck, we'll be back in Chicago tomorrow."

"Please, don't be in such a hurry." Russec bumped Ethan on the shoulder and smiled, "Detective Morgan, this is your territory, is there anything you can show us?" ”

"Chicago is your turf." Ethan turned his head angrily and glanced at him:

"Excuse me, Officer Rusek, what have you shown me?"

"Haha."

Rusek scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

His little salary, he goes to Morley every other day to soak in one night, and he goes out with his fiancée from time to time to have a dashing time, basically every month is clear, and it is good if he is not in debt.

The more than 1,000 dollars he received last time were all over in less than two days.

"Let's go!"

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and walked briskly to the rental car station.

After some selection, Ethan also got a Range Rover, which was more comfortable to drive.

Three people in a car, roaring towards Banshee Town.

Both Rusek and Atwater grew up in the city, and every day they were confronted with high-rise buildings and steel forests.

Seeing the vast rural farm, both of them became excited.

Rusek's family is a little better, the conditions at home are quite comfortable, and he can often take a vacation.

Atwater, on the other hand, lived in the neighborhood near the construction site where the hydroglue explosives were stolen when he was a child.

The surrounding area is full of slum blocks.

The family's financial situation is also relatively difficult, and there are two younger siblings at home, so it can be said that he has hardly left Chicago.

Now when he saw the cattle on the farm, he poked his head out excitedly and shouted loudly, which made Jaber hate the smell of cow dung, but made him feel the sweetness of the air in the countryside.

"You idiot."

Ethan grinned when he saw Atwater like this.

He didn't go home for a few months, and he was a little excited, and he stepped on the accelerator a little harder.

"Welcome to Banshee Town."

Familiar street signs, flashing by.

The hooves of the horses ticked on the side of the road, and the carriage drove slowly.

Ethan couldn't help but slow down, and the breeze gently lifted the curtains, and the Amish girl inside was smiling like a flower.

He came back to his senses and grabbed the steering wheel steadily.

Sitting in the car could no longer be the Amish girl I met before.

When they saw the Amish, both Rusek and Atwater were curious to pick up their cameras and press the shutter, and this was the first time they had seen such a group, as if they had walked into reality in the sixteenth century.

"Don't." Ethan quickened the throttle and spoke out to stop:

"It's disrespectful to them."

"The Amish will think that the camera will take their souls, so I advise you not to do that."

"Okay."

Two curious guys put down their cameras in disdain.

Grand Chapter

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