Seeing the cash inside the bag, Tian's breathing became heavy.

His hand was released from the handle of the gun and beckoned to Chris, who was standing behind, "Get the stuff out." ”

Chris took out the yellow bag from the car and handed it to Bian.

After letting go, he quietly took two steps back.

"The stuff is here."

Tien patted the evidence bag and said in a deep voice: "Hello everyone, I hope you don't play any tricks." ”

With that, he tossed the bag to Oscar.

Getting what he had in mind, Oscar couldn't wait to tear the seal open, and when he saw the T-shirt inside, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad."

Oscar smiled and looked at Jacob: "Give them the money." ”

"No problem." Jacob grinned and tossed his heavy duffel bag forward.

The travel bag draws a parabola and flies towards the opposite side.

Tien and the others couldn't help but look at the bag as they raised their hands in joy to welcome the huge fortune.

"Huh."

The three black suits unfolded their coats and pressed their palms firmly against the hilt of their guns.

Murderous intent flashed in their eyes, and their submachine guns were raised.

The next moment.

"Chicago Police."

With a loud roar, several figures quickly pounced from three directions.

"Lay down your arms."

"Get on your knees!"

The few people who suddenly rushed out were all wearing bulletproof vests, shaking assault rifles and shotguns, and their mouths were still scolding.

At the same time, the hum of a siren sounded nearby.

The blue light shines and approaches quickly.

"Pounce."

The travel bag hit the body, and a wad of money fell.

Tian looked at the three submachine guns pointing at him across the street, and the cash that had fallen to the ground, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Put your hands up."

Ethan strode over with the AR15 and shouted, "Get down on your knees and raise your hands." ”

The role of patrol cars is vividly reflected at this time.

As soon as the siren sounded, the gunmen immediately panicked.

First, I don't know how many people are out there.

Second, the assault rifle in front of you alone is terrifying enough.

If they don't obey orders, the Chicago cops have the power to shoot at any time.

Thinking of this, the hand that held the submachine gun and let go in an instant.

"Hey, did you guys misunderstand something?" Jacob didn't notice that his men were already timid, he put one hand behind his back and shouted excitedly, "It's just a few friends partying here." ”

"Fight with them."

This guy's face instantly became hideous, and his arms waved.

If you are caught at this time, you will have to squat for decades, it will be almost like death, five against five, and there is still a chance of winning.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Ethan and Hoststed pulled the trigger at the same time.

More than a dozen bullets flew out, and the moment the shots rang out, they fell on Jacob fiercely.

"Don't."

Oscar let out a desperate roar as he watched his brother's body explode into a cloud of blood.

"Jacob."

He lowered his hands and wanted to pounce.

"Bang."

Atwater lunged forward and slammed him to the ground with the butt of his rifle.

"Save him." Oscar gnawed on a mouthful of mud, and he was still struggling desperately when he was controlled by Atwater: "Call an ambulance, hurry up!" ”

Ethan sneered and pointed his gun at the others.

An ambulance did have to be called, but it could only come to collect the body.

was shot more than a dozen times by himself and Horstead, and there were three more flesh holes on Jacob's face, and Da Luo Tianxian couldn't save him when he came.

The snapping of brakes sounded, and Olinski rushed out of the car.

He didn't say a word, and directly helped Atwater hold Oscar's head.

"You killed my brother."

Seeing Jacob stop convulsing, Oscar's head was bruised.

He breathed heavily, blowing dust off the ground: "You two bastards killed my brother!" ”

His eyes seemed to be about to choose someone, staring at Ethan and Horstead, the two men who had shot, without blinking an eyelid, and remembering their faces in his mind.

"That's right, your brother is dead."

Olinsky strangled him by the neck and leaned into his ear and shouted, "How does that feel, isn't it cool?" ”

"Fakyu."

As soon as he heard the voice, Oscar knew who it was.

He stopped talking and gritted his teeth.

The patrol car saw that the situation inside was basically under control, and it no longer continued to block the door, and drove over quickly.

Looking at the pile of money scattered on the ground, Burgess took a deep breath.

She and Roman glanced at each other and quickly pulled out the handcuffs.

All the bandits, including Chris, suddenly became very well-behaved after seeing Jacob's fate.

They all knelt on the ground, their hands raised in the air.

"L5021 call, emergency occurs." Erin grabbed the walkie-talkie on Burgess's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "There was an exchange of fire between the police and the bandits, and one person fell down at the scene, and an ambulance was arranged. ”

"Roger, L5021." A voice rang out from the contact desk:

"What's the situation at the scene, do you need support from nearby police officers?"

"Yes, the scene has been controlled, call two more patrol cars to come and escort these people back."

Erin replied, tossing the walkie-talkie to Burgess.

In the case of preparation and deployment, the matter is as simple as that, that is, Jacob's head is missing a tendon, otherwise, it can be easily solved without firing a gun.

"Are you alright?"

Noticing that Horstead was looking at the corpse on the ground steadily, Ethan patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't take it personally, this garbage is dead, and it is purifying the world." ”

"Thanks, I'm fine."

Hearing Ethan's words, Horstead smiled and shook his head.

His gaze collided with Oscar, and the other party looked at him very fiercely.

Horstead was a little flustered at first, but soon became calm again.

If he couldn't bear this emotion, he would have been a policeman for so many years, so he immediately put his thoughts behind him and dealt with the scene with everyone.

Looking at the people who were pressed to the ground one by one, Ethan shook the handle of the gun, which was slightly hot from the sun.

The first case I took over was finally solved.

The sun was raging, and Ethan jumped out of the car with a large glass of iced Coke.

"Boss."

The people in several cars next to him also came down one after another, and Rusek shook the cup in his hand: "We have seized so much, won't you just invite us to a glass of Coke?" ”

"Yes."

Erin pulled her long brown hair back, and she lifted her sunglasses: "You can't be too stingy." ”

With her taking the lead, others have arched the fire.

"Morley tonight."

"Whiskey for a round, right?"

"You mothers mess with Fack, this is still out of my own pocket." Ethan raised his middle finger and swiped it around: "Do whatever you have to do, the seized money can't reach my pocket." ”

In full view of everyone just now, he couldn't do it if he wanted to.

Besides, the money in it is counted, and even if there is an opportunity, you can't do it.

"Hahaha."

The case was successfully solved, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

It's nice to have a Coke.

Olinsky and Rusek walked up with their travel bags, and the money inside needed to be counted and put into storage.

A white man in his forties and fifties staggered with them, hurried down the steps, and a gust of wind blew up the contents of the carton in his hand, and the paper was scattered all over the ground.

"Oh my God."

The man was so angry that he threw the carton to the ground, turned around and yelled, "You're going to regret it, Fakyu! ”

Seeing this, several members of the intelligence group hurriedly moved.

Ethan picked up the last piece of paper, took it from the others' hands, and after roughly tidying it up, handed it to the gray-haired man: "Sir, your things." ”

The white man looked very angry, and his chest heaved sharply.

"Fakyou, Ministry of Internal Affairs."

He gritted his teeth, and the words in his mouth were repeated: "Fakyu." ”

"Sir?" Ethan frowned, and handed over the paper in his hand again: "Your things." ”

The words above were seen by Ethan.

Appeals, applications, statements of the situation, and forms are all written on the letterhead.

"Thank you."

The man finally came to his senses, and after thanking him, he reached out and took it.

Ethan was surprised to find that his hands were full of scars, and only four fingers remained, which looked a little miserable.

"It's not pretty, is it?"

The gray-haired man didn't care about this kind of gaze, he looked at Ethan, shook his head and said, "That's for sure, I don't think it's good-looking." ”

"You're a good boy, if you get the chance, find something else to do."

"This damn police station."

He took the paper with his mutilated hand and gritted his teeth, "When you think you have given everything for it, but what? ”

"When I'm old, I can't even get a pension."

Packing up his things, the man walked towards the corner with heavy steps in his arms, holding the cardboard box.

"Let's go."

Looking at this lonely back, Ethan picked up the Coke cup on the ground and strode up the steps.

The others glanced at the man and followed.

When he came to the reception hall, Pilates's face was a little ugly, and his gestures were full of anger.

"What's wrong with you?"

The others went upstairs, but Ethan leaned on the reception desk with his hands and asked curiously, "By the way, I just met a very strange person outside." ”

"Even-bought karma."

Pratt covered his forehead and looked upset: "That's Payne, who just annoyed me for half an hour." ”

"You don't even know how many of these chores I have to deal with every day."

"What does he do?" Ethan took a sip of his Coke and raised his hand in motion.

"Bomb disposal team." Pratt sighed and said helplessly: "He was on a mission before, and he was injured by a bomb and lost a finger at the same time. ”

"At the time, he was an admirable figure."

"Penn also received a medal during his tenure and was once a very good Chicago police officer."

"But." Ethan spit out the straw and help her say it.

Pratt rolled his eyes and continued:

"Casinos, you know."

"He lost everything, his wife, his children, his house, all his savings, and then he made a mistake at work and he was targeted by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

She spread her hands and pouted:

"I will retire in five or six years, but now there is nothing, and the pension is gone."

"For months, Payne kept complaining, but he's facing the Home Office, you know, no chance of winning."

Pratt picked up a ballpoint pen and wrote and drew in the notebook: "This is the fourth time he's looking for me, but you know what it has to do with me, he's really completely out of his mind." ”

No wonder that guy just now was so hot.

The relevant benefits of law enforcement officers are still very good, not comparable to the rich, but it is no problem to maintain a middle class.

Now that I have nothing, it's strange not to get dizzy.

But I can't blame others, people who gamble badly rarely end well.

"That's fine."

Ethan knocked on the table and said casually, "By the way, Burgess and Roman did well today." ”

"Really?"

Pratt looked up and said meaningfully, "It's Burgess who has been doing well, right?" ”

"Hahaha."

Ethan forced a few laughs and walked briskly to the staircase.

As soon as he returned to his office and sat down, Antonio walked in and closed the door with his hand.

Ethan set the Coke cup aside and shook him a cigarette.

"Thank you."

Antonio lit a cigarette and said energetically, "We received a good receipt today, and we seized $600,000." ”

"I'm sure Director Perry will be calling in soon to congratulate you."

"It's everyone's work." Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Of course he will be happy, the bureau has another extra amount of funds." ”

The high detection rate and high seizure rate are the reasons why BFIPU is so hard-spoken.

It can not only solve the trouble, but also make a lot of money back.

Such a department, everyone likes it.

It is precisely for this reason that the intelligence group usually does things out of the ordinary, and the high-level will turn a blind eye.

"That's why I'm looking for you."

Antonio's expression was serious: "This seizure is also due to the information provided by the informant." ”

"According to the police department's rules, as a duly registered informant, you will receive a cash reward of 10 percent, which is 60,000 US dollars."

"That's right." Ethan nodded.

There is indeed such a rule, before Miranda registered as an informant with her own help, and later received a reward of 100,000 US dollars, and she also used this money to start a new life.

"I want to make sure, what are your rules?"

Antonio bit his cigarette and continued to ask, "In the past, we would settle the money to the informant as quickly as possible. ”

"You know, there are people who need this money very badly."

"Of course, it's also to prove that our words are credible, and to let people know that it's okay to work with BFI."

"The old rules." Ethan played with the lighter and lifted the lid:

"You can go to Olinsky now, and when he and Rusek finish counting, go through the procedure, and you can take ten percent out."

Taking a deep puff of his cigarette, he slowly exhaled the smoke:

"If others come out to play with us, we should also be happy."

"Okay."

Antonio nodded and clapped his hands with Ethan, "I thank you on behalf of the informant." ”

"Don't talk about that."

Ethan waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Just follow the rules." ”

In fact, this is also to maintain its own credibility.

If the words are released, if they can't be fulfilled for a long time, there will be no informant to play with them in the future. (End of chapter)