From the outside of the house to the interior, the light transforms.

That feeling makes people's eyes darken, and it is slightly uncomfortable.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, Ethan pouted, or he was afraid that there would be a ghost in everything.

Payne blows up the place, which is the room where the evidence is kept.

In a room of dozens of square meters, rows of shelves are neatly arranged.

Waiting for court and the evidence that has just been seized, from small knives to large assault rifles, leaves, balls, flour, etc., will be stored here.

It's a place where you can fully feel the diversity of Chicago's people's lives.

Payne swept through here like a tornado.

A lot of useless things were discarded by him.

Looking at the messy evidence on the ground, the corners of Ethan's eyes twitched, the state attorney's office will definitely scold his mother, and Payne has indirectly become the reborn parent of many criminals.

The point of light on the radar is at the innermost point of the room.

Ethan was about to reach in the direction of Payne when he stopped.

On the shelf next to it, there was a machete more than a meter long, which was packed in an evidence bag, and the blade was stained with blood.

His eyes narrowed, and he picked up the machete.

Listening to Payne's busy voice inside, Ethan carefully removed the evidence bag, moving his fingers to grip the handle of the knife wrapped in strips of cloth.

"It's all mine."

Payne had a large bag hanging from his chest, rummaging excitedly through the shelves.

It was the detonator in his hand that slowed him down.

But it doesn't matter, Payne doesn't care very much now, the dozen catties of flour he got just now made him a little excited.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to go over and take the money, and he knew with his ass that there was already a net.

According to the process, there must be a locator in the money.

No matter how much money you have, you have to be able to spend it.

The harvest here is not necessarily less than that over there, and the things here are guaranteed to have no means of tracking.

"Smack."

Picked up a small heavy cardboard box, and the contents were scattered.

Payne's eyes lit up and he quickly lifted the lid.

What caught my eye was a few packets of banknotes in the evidence bag, looking at the face value, fifty or one hundred were the most, and this one box alone had more than 100,000 yuan.

"Damn it."

Payne excitedly threw the money into the big pocket on his chest: "They owe me all this money." ”

"These are my pensions, and they all deserve them."

"Don't think about coming in, I've got a bomb on me."

Throwing all the money into his pocket, he shouted out the door again: "Don't think about shooting, as long as I make a phone call, more than a dozen people will definitely die with me, don't do stupid things." ”

The people in the evidence department are all marginal people.

They are usually in charge of registration and supervision, and these people are estimated to have never fired a gun in their lives.

Payne didn't believe that the rest of these people dared to do it to themselves.

Throwing the empty boxes aside, Payne continued to walk briskly towards the shelves next to him, the action time was only three minutes, and when the time came, he had to leave anyway, and in the evening, the surrounding patrols would come one after another.

Crossing a shelf, turning around, Payne's footsteps snapped to a halt.

A familiar and unfamiliar face appeared in front of him.

In an instant, the heart stopped beating.

"Huh!"

A knife light lit up.

The light was like a waterfall falling.

Grabbing the detonator's arm, a blood-red line appeared at the elbow.

The forearm is broken, and Ethan lunges forward, catching it firmly.

"Ugh."

A mist of blood, shot out like a fountain from the severed arm.

"This knife."

Ethan flicked the machete, spilling blood to the ground: "It was for the people on that bus in the morning." ”

"Ah!!h

Payne reacted and screamed backwards.

Grabbing the palm of the severed arm, Ethan rushed forward, and the machete continued to swing, and with a bang, Payne's other arm also broke off:

"This knife is for the person who died just now."

"Fakoyu !!"

Payne was almost crazy in pain, his head was beating wildly, and he screamed, "I should have blown you up just now." ”

Both arms were severed, and his whole body was like a fountain.

The blood mist was sprayed everywhere.

"You don't have a chance."

Ethan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his eyes widened angrily: "If you have the ability, you can detonate something for me again." ”

The machete in his hand swung heavily at Payne's neck.

"Wow."

With the blessing of his power, the blade even snapped into the nearby shelf.

The blade of the knife vibrates with a buzz.

Payne's big head toppled straight forward, and by chance, it fell right into the big pocket on his chest.

The remnants of consciousness, looking at the banknotes in front of them.

The pension that he had been thinking about was finally completely integrated with his blood.

"Poof!"

The fountain went straight to the ceiling, drenching itself all over.

"Bang."

The headless corpse shook twice and fell hard, and the thick smell of blood instantly spread in the evidence area.

"Say I want your head."

Ethan spat on the ground: "I just want your head, and I don't discount it at all." ”

No bombs, no hostage threats.

Payne, a grass chicken and a dog.

Taking a deep breath of the familiar smell in the air, Ethan took out his phone, and dozens of text messages were sent one after another, and he thought about it and called Hank: "Hey, it's me." ”

"Where are you?" Hank exclaimed, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Payne's real target is the Evidence Division." Ethan casually made an excuse: "I also thought of this by accident in what he said before. ”

"Waterfa."

Hank was in a hurry and shouted loudly, "There is no evidence to support it? ”

"In case he doesn't get the money, in case he does detonate the bomb."

"Don't worry." Ethan interrupted Hank and said lightly, "No chance, Payne will never have that chance." ”

"Notify the airport to save people."

"The time bomb is about to explode in ten minutes, hurry up."

Hank was taken aback, and he waited anxiously for ten minutes before he was greeted with such a situation, and he stammered and asked:

"What do you mean?"

"Payne is dead." Ethan glanced at the corpse on the ground: "I'll wait for you at the evidence office, and call the bomb disposal team over." ”

Now that man is dead, he can explain whatever he wants.

Squat down and check it carefully.

There was also a circle of bombs tied to Payne's chest, and in addition, his jacket pocket was bulging.

Carefully pick it up, it's an old-fashioned Nokia phone.

It is in the dialing state, as long as you press it lightly, there will be a violent explosion on the side of the airport.

Keep your Nokia in the space and make sure nothing goes wrong.

After the airport is solved, it's not too late to take it out, otherwise if you accidentally bump into it, the fun will be great.

"Payne, surrender."

Outside the door not far away, the shouts of the staff of the evidence office sounded: "You can't run away." ”

(End of chapter)