The Trump Building, towering into the sky.

From a distance, the glass curtain wall reflects the colors of the sky, as if blending in with the blue sky.

Next to it, there is a river.

On the embankment, the trees are shady, and the tourists are weaving.

The man in the duckbill hat walked in a hurry, with a twisted candy in his mouth and sharp eyes looking into the distance.

"The vehicle is arriving, coming from the south."

Olinsky pressed the miniature microphone on the button: "Attention everyone, this time it's a search for Payne, a white male, nearly fifty years old, with a mutilated left hand and gray hair. ”

On another street corner, a sightseeing bus is parked.

Horstead was leaning on the roof of the car, holding a scoped AR15 in his hand.

"Roger."

He looked at the white van that appeared in the scope and narrowed one eye: "Atwater, you put your collar up, be natural." ”

"Got it."

At the intersection, Atwater shrank his head and took a big bite of a hot dog.

In an Iveco not far away, there was a group of people squatting in black, and the letters SWAT on the heavy body armor were particularly conspicuous.

In their hands, they all had assault rifles in their hands, and their eyes were cold.

Hank sat right in front of the gang and pressed the walkie-talkie with a calm face:

"Be quiet and be vigilant."

The white van was still fifty meters away from the intersection, and slowly pulled over, Ethan lowered the window and looked at his watch.

There was still about half an hour, until eleven o'clock.

After a quick glance, the people of the intelligence group only saw Atwater in front of them, Erin eating a sandwich on a bench next to him, and the others didn't know where they were.

And according to his observations, there were more than 20 plainclothes agents at the scene, and a net was laid out.

He picked up Payne's cell phone and dialed the phone number on it.

Although he speaks, he can eavesdrop on the other side.

But it's inconvenient to communicate, the time is urgent, and I don't have time to play slowly with him.

"I've arrived."

As soon as the phone was connected, Ethan immediately asked, "Where are you?" ”

"You don't care where I am." Payne's voice sounded a little busy: "See that green trash can on the left side of the intersection?" ”

"Uh-huh."

Ethan shifted his gaze and snorted.

"Ten minutes later." Payne's voice continued: "You throw the money in the trash and just leave. ”

"Nope."

Ethan decisively refused: "Then how do I know if you will fulfill your promise." ”

"If I'm willing to let you get out of the car, you should be grateful." Hearing Ethan's words, Payne said excitedly, "Until now, my reputation has always been very good, and I have never lied to you. ”

"Of course, if you don't let it go, that's fine."

Payne put down a cruel sentence and immediately hung up the phone.

"Whew."

Ethan let out a breath and leaned back in his seat.

I don't know what situation Pratt is now, according to the time, they are almost at the airport, and they should be anxiously waiting for the moment when they can get out of the cage.

Pull out your cigarette and get ready to lighten your mood.

The phone in his left pocket vibrated a few times, and Ethan smiled wryly and took out his phone.

It's all at this time, and it's useless to find the positioning.

Jaber can't always be very specific, it's a very busy area, and pedestrians can be seen everywhere.

"Found it."

"The location is not fixed."

"The signal is right next to this address, that's all, Mama Farke."

Ethan looked at the screen in his hand, and his scalp was electrified.

This address is not the Trump Building at all, and Payne is not nearby at all.

The address is very familiar, it is the evidence office next to the police station, and it takes ten minutes to rush from there, how can Payne have the time and preparation to come and take the cash.

Ethan has absolute confidence in Jabb's abilities.

The information he investigated was absolutely not wrong, that is, Payne was next to the exhibits.

Give the dummy!

Ethan gritted his teeth and started the car, flipping the steering wheel quickly.

The van emitted a puff of green smoke and rushed straight from the side of the road, heading towards the evidence.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Seeing the vehicle that left suddenly, the plainclothes policemen were stunned for a moment, there was no movement, why did the owner run away first.

"Don't move!"

Hank was about to give the order to chase after him, but he received a text message from Ethan.

Despite all the doubts in his heart, he subconsciously chose to believe it and gave the order not to move.

Ethan slammed the gas pedal and tossed his phone aside.

There's no way to explain it now, and it doesn't make sense, and if Hank were to inform the people at the exhibits, it would alarm Payne and bring unpredictable results.

Now I can only be ruthless and use them as bait.

Depend on.

Ethan cursed in his heart, and Payne was very cunning.

His real goal this time is not the three million dollars in the car at all.

In just a few days, without comprehensive deployment, he who used to be a policeman didn't dare to touch the money at all, and he knew that even if he got it, he couldn't run away.

So, he set his sights on the Exhibits.

It was also for the same reason that Payne must have known that not only the murder weapon was contained in the evidence office, but also some of the seized cash, flour, and pills would also be put in the evidence office.

These seizures could not have been safer.

Previous bombings, bombs on buses, and now the handover of ransom have drawn the vast majority of the police force.

His move was just seven inches into the police station.

Thinking of this, Ethan accelerated the throttle a few more points.

The mobile phone kept ringing the message tone, but he turned a deaf ear, and he galloped all the way, and soon approached the police station.

"Bang."

The windows shook, and a puff of smoke came from not far away.

Look at the direction, it is the evidence department.

"Sure enough, I got you." Ethan cursed and spun the wheel quickly.

A puff of white smoke came out of the tires of the white van, and it drifted around the corner of the street, and after two consecutive turns, it came to the place where the black smoke was rising.

A Ford car, parked right behind the exhibits.

A large hole had been blown out of the walls, and the sidewalks and roads were littered with broken bricks.

Ethan stopped the car far away and pulled out the python.

As for Payne's mobile phone, he was directly thrown in the car, I believe that at this time, he will not have the heart to eavesdrop on his side, and it is estimated that he is proudly playing the entire Chicago police department by him.

Along the wall, quickly approaching.

Avoid the broken bricks on your feet and don't make any noise.

On the Ford car, there was no one.

And in the evidence department, there was a shout: "Don't do stupid things, I have explosives all over me, and the detonator of the bus is in my hand." ”

"I'll take something and I'll leave."

Listening to the voice, it is Payne without a doubt.

Ethan's eyes flashed as he picked up the python and crept into the gaping gap in the wall.

(End of chapter)