Cadillac's sirens and lights were all turned on and they were on a rampage down the road.

The bus had to be found as quickly as possible, and once the vehicle was on the expressway, it could easily increase its speed to fifty miles.

When the time comes, if the driver inadvertently brakes.

Thinking of this, Ethan swallowed his saliva.

"Jingle bells."

At this time, the private phone that was kept in the pocket rang.

Needless to say, it must have been because of the bombing just now.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you." Payne's voice rang out from the tea tray next to him: "It's better to keep your hands on the steering wheel as you are now, and don't do anything stupid until you get on the bus." ”

Ethan was just about to hang up his phone and quietly text someone.

Before the idea could be realized, it was destroyed.

"You can see me."

He took the time to glance at the mobile phone on the tea tray, and scolded angrily: "You dead pervert, do you want to be so cautious? ”

"Everybody's the same."

Payne said proudly: "Drive seriously, don't make any bad ideas, I will keep an eye on you at any time." ”

"Remember, more than a dozen lives are in your hands."

"I don't understand." Ethan asked in a deep voice, "Why does it have to be me, you let me get in the car, what can you get?" ”

"Sheriff Ethan Morgan."

Payne said something on his side: "The director of the intelligence unit of the 21st Precinct, you joined the Chicago Police Department last year, and you have been promoted really fast." ”

"To be honest, I'm not jealous of you."

"I've also served Chicago for twenty years, and what you've done, I admire."

"You're a good opponent." His voice became a little muffled: "If I say that I am afraid that you will ruin my affairs and want to trap you on the bus, do you believe it?" ”

"I believe it."

Ethan gripped the steering wheel and muffled back.

"Toot toot."

The phone was hung up, and silence returned to the car.

Ethan's heart is not as calm as it seems on the surface, Pratt is the first friend he met at the police station except for Hank, and he usually communicates a lot at work, and the relationship between the two has always been good.

Yesterday, I also came up to Odori and participated in my own award ceremony.

Unexpectedly, she was in a deep predicament after not seeing her for one night, Ethan thought of this, and stepped on the accelerator in a hurry.

The phone in his trouser pocket kept ringing.

Ethan casually pressed it and glanced angrily at Payne's hand-to-hand phone.

No wonder you have to bring it with you, this is a listening device, it is estimated that it can not only be monitored through the camera, but also has a bugging function.

Now the initiative is on others, and we can only see one step at a time.

The phone rang three more times, and after being cut off by himself, it didn't ring anymore, it was rush hour, and the road was full of cars, and Ethan only hoped that the bus wouldn't be so fast on the expressway.

The Cadillac shuttled left and right, leaving the cars behind.

"Still not answering the phone."

Erin looked at her phone and frowned.

"Leave him alone."

Hank's face was bruised, and he moved a severed arm away: "Let's deal with the scene first and figure out what happened." ”

The entire twenty-first sub-bureau was almost all dispatched from the nest.

The explosion occurred near the police station, and their men were the first to arrive.

The scene here is extremely tragic, and the stumps in one place are similar to the Shura field, which is unbearable.

Director Perry, who was talking on the phone with a black face in the distance.

The bus was still burning, patrols were parked around it, and sirens were blaring.

The lights came on and it almost turned into a sea of blue.

A civilian police officer stepped on a soft intestine, immediately covered his mouth and rushed to the side and vomited violently.

Looking at the bloody street, Erin was at a loss.

Unable to contact Ethan, it seems that he has lost his backbone, and the entire intelligence team doesn't know what they are busy with.

She gritted her teeth, her brow furrowed.

Ethan has never been so unreliable, and basically anything can be contacted at any time.

I don't know what he's doing now, so I hung up the phone several times in succession.

"Hey."

At this time, a police officer walked over, he looked at Erin and asked, "You're from the intelligence group, right?" ”

"That's right." Erin nodded.

The officer wiped a handful of bloodied hair and said breathlessly, "I saw your sheriff when the explosion happened, and he was where you are standing now. ”

I thought he was still sleeping, or maybe he was late for work.

Unexpectedly, it was here when the incident happened.

Several people next to him looked at each other, and suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts.

"What about others?"

Rusek, who was next to him, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the police officer by the collar.

"Hey, let go." Hank strode forward, yelled at Russec to let go, and then looked at the officer and said, "I'm sorry, he's just worried about what will happen to Sheriff Morgan, did you see what he was doing at the time?" ”

"Of course I did." The officer said with a little dissatisfaction:

"After the explosion, two of my colleagues and I rushed forward to help, and when we looked back, we saw him getting into the car while talking on the phone."

"He thought nothing was happening here, and just drove away."

"What do you mean by that?" When Atwater heard his strange words, he clenched his fists in anger, his eyes widened, and he was about to step forward.

"It was."

The officer muttered again, but found that several people around him were all looking at him with unkind expressions, and hurriedly left.

"He's not like that." Erin stared at Hank:

"I suspect he found something, and what he found had something to do with the bombing."

"Of course."

Hank nodded, "Of course I know what kind of person he is. ”

Greedy for money, lustful, violent, and righteous, this is the Ethan that Hank knows, not only that, but the Ethan he knows will never leave this tragedy and leave inexplicably, the most basic sense of justice, the other party still has.

"There was no evidence at the scene."

Hank seemed to have taken over the intelligence group again, and he said in a hoarse voice, "No one jumped out to take responsibility. ”

"The only anomaly is your sheriff."

"Turn around, track the location of his car, and find out where Ethan is."

In their allocation, there is a positioning system.

Now you have to find someone first, figure out what's going on, don't answer the phone, hang up every time, it's not normal.

"Roger."

"Understood."

Six members of BFIPU immediately got into the car and hurried back to the police station.

The city center, both in and out of the city, is slightly congested.

Ethan glanced at his watch, nine-twenty, only an hour and forty minutes from the time given by Payne, and the time was urgent.

This time can only be chased back by yourself.

Payne had almost nothing, he didn't care about any of that stuff at all, and if the car was blown up, he would find the next one.

For him, it's a gamble.

But he can't lose, he is right, more than a dozen lives in the car are waiting for him to save.

Raising your head, a bus drove over the bridge.

2525。

It was the fast lane, and Ethan slapped the steering wheel hard, and the bastard had calculated that he wouldn't be able to catch up.

And looking at the speed, it is already close to fifty miles.

"Didi, Didi."

The circular auxiliary road that turned onto the bridge has been blocked, and the driver who is in a hurry to travel is constantly honking his horn.

"Bang."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator and the Cadillac's tires ran straight over the green belt.

(End of chapter)