Western.

In the silence of the street, three people with guns in their hands are walking cautiously.

Through surveillance video, the van eventually disappeared around here, and the surrounding area was full of large and small factories.

When BFIPU arrived, they split up to search.

"Detective Dawson."

Atwater shook his flashlight and whispered, "What do you think will be in Hank's safe?" ”

"Please, I don't believe you're not curious."

"If you can let a gang of professional bandits do it to the police, the things in it must be extraordinary."

Antonio didn't speak, just surveyed his surroundings.

He had never liked gossip, and despite his curiosity, he quickly pressed that it wasn't something he should question.

"What do you mean?"

Rusek raised his pistol and asked Atwater: "We want to get back something from the bandits that doesn't belong to Hank, but is his own?" ”

It's a twisty mouth, but the meaning is enough to make it clear.

In the private comments, Hank is a gray policeman, and there are many people who discuss what he has done, but it has not been circulated on the surface, and the people in the intelligence team have naturally heard some rumors.

Both of them suspect that the safe contains the black money that Hank has recovered.

"Perhaps."

was picked out by Rusek, and Atwater no longer concealed it: "It's just a discussion, there's no other meaning." ”

Antonio turned his head and glared at Atwater.

When he looked at him like this, Atwater instantly shook off and shrunk his neck.

Antonio looked ahead and said with a straight face: "Since you don't mean anything else, then don't discuss this kind of thing, you are accusing Hank, understand?" ”

"No explanation."

Even looking ahead, Antonio could sense Atwater's attempt to defend himself, and he continued:

"This is your own person, and we all know that you have no ill intentions."

"If you let someone hear it, it's a nuisance."

"Don't forget, it's our boss who is being attacked, robbed, kidnapped at home."

"And that boss brought you into the intelligence group with his own hands, you have to remember that." Antonio shook his flashlight and said in a muffled voice, "We don't have to think about anything else." ”

A series of words made Atwater's face a little hot.

He nodded silently and said no more.

"Look over there."

After walking some distance, Rusek raised his hand and pointed to the side.

The orange firelight stands out in the dark night.

Seeing this, the three of them spread their legs and ran over quickly, and after turning a corner, they saw a van burning.

The license plate number hanging on it was the vehicle they were looking for.

"Shet."

Antonio stopped and cursed angrily.

Looking at the burning situation, they came ten minutes late, and the other party must have already run away.

Inside the small bar.

Melodious country music sounds, and it sounds very cozy.

The scene, but a little tense.

"Marx, this little accomplice of yours." Although Josie denied it, Hank didn't care and asked directly, "Where is he?" ”

Hearing his words, Josie scraped her mouth with her tongue.

The cheeks are dripping and moving.

It looks very unruly.

She didn't believe that the other party was a strip, and she dared to beat a woman so openly.

"I said it."

Josie glanced at Hank, "You're looking for the wrong person." ”

With that, she turned around and sat down.

The tail fingers were cocked, and she took a small sip of the wine glass, but her legs trembled slightly, revealing that her current mood was far from being as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Hmm!"

Hank nodded and took two steps back.

He flicked the baseball bat in his hand, grabbed it with both arms, and swept it towards the barstool under Josie's buttocks.

"Bang."

The legs of the barstool were swept off in an instant.

chairs, also flew to the side.

With a bang, Josie was defenseless and fell hard, lying on the ground with a muffled snort.

She gasped a few times and quickly rolled over.

Licking her lips, Josie leaned against the bar and watched Hank slowly walk over step by step.

"Now."

Hank poked a baseball bat into her chest and looked at her condescendingly, "Do you know who I am?" ”

"Yes."

Josie swept the baseball bat and stared at Hank again, "You're a strip." ”

"But what are you looking for me for?"

"If you look like this, I will go to the relevant department to complain to you."

Until now, she is still pretending to be stupid.

"I've always been a very serious person." Hank carried a baseball bat and slid it from her chest to her neck: "I don't like people playing tricks with me, I don't like it very much." ”

"Perhaps, you just know from Oliver's mouth that I am a Chicago police officer."

"But there's one thing you don't know."

The baseball bat moved to Josie's knee, and Hank's hoarse voice rang out, "I'm the deputy chief of the 21st Precinct. ”

In her horrified gaze, the baseball was raised high.

Ordinary patrol officers and plainclothes police detectives are two completely different concepts, and the director is even more unusual.

Everyone on the road knows that the patrol can make up his mind or find trouble, and those who have brains can even make the little patrol officer lose his job.

But detectives, don't even think about it.

can go to that level, it's not just a few complaints that can be scared, a lot of means can play them to death, and now he has provoked a deputy director.

Seeing that the baseball bat was about to fall, Josie's chest rose and fell sharply.

"Whoa."

The sound of the water flushing sounds, causing Hank to stop.

A curly-haired blonde man opens the toilet door and meets Josie's eyes.

"Fake."

Seeing what he saw, he hurriedly drew his pistol.

"Bump."

A stick shadow whistled and swept by, and the pistol flew high and hit the wooden wall next to it, and the curly-haired man's palm broke and was instantly deformed.

"Ah!!h

Screams, followed by loud voices.

Olinsky took two steps forward, slammed the baseball bat in his hand hard, and slammed it into the curly-haired man's stomach, knocking his screams back.

"Plop."

The curly-haired man fell to his knees and curled up on the floor in pain.

"Shet, this thing is good."

Knocking the pistol away, Ethan happily waved the baseball bat in his hand a few times, no wonder Carl always likes to hold this ghost thing, and the feeling of hitting people is really different, full of violence.

"Stop."

Josie hurriedly stood up and dissuaded in panic: "Don't hit him again, I know what you came here for." ”

"I don't really know Marx, but I've sold him a few unique pieces."

"Whew!"

There was a whistling sound, and the stick made a semicircle and landed Josie's knee.

"Click."

A crisp voice sounded, and the long legs suddenly crooked into a strange angle.

"Damn !!"

Josie let out a roar and fell to the ground in pain.

Her knee was broken, and the feeling made her roll back and forth in pain, and her face slammed into a dense cold sweat.

"You're right."

Ethan walked over and pressed her shoulder with a baseball bat to stop her from rolling: "I'll listen to you, I'll hit him anymore, I'll hit you." ”

"How?"

Seeing Josie sweating profusely and looking incredulous, Ethan grinned and showed his white teeth: "What kind of illusion makes you think you are qualified to dissuade us?" ”

"If you think it's a woman, I won't do it to you?"

"Say."

Ethan moved the baseball bat to her other knee: "If you don't say it, you'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life." ”

"Hey !!"

Josie shuddered with fright, and she shouted at the curly-haired man in pain, "Hurry up and tell them, where are those two bastards?" ”

"I don't really know where they are."

She looked at Ethan again and said hurriedly, "Marx should have come back and given us our share." ”

"We waited for hours and never had a phone."

The other party's eyes were cold, more terrifying than all the Dao people he had ever seen, and Josie only wanted to save her other leg now.

"I don't know."

The curly-haired man curled up and roared loudly, "I really don't know. ”

Hank gave Olinsky a look, and together they lifted the curly-haired man to his feet and pressed him hard against the bar.

"Where is Marx?"

Hank put the baseball bat aside, grabbed the walnut clip, and stuck it on the fingers of the curly-haired man's intact hand: "Say!! ”

"I don't know."

The curly-haired man struggled desperately, and his words suddenly changed:

"Fack!"

With a hard twist, Hank's words were interrupted, and his head slammed against the bar.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, this pain is not just talking.

"I really don't know."

The curly-haired man snorted and burst into tears, feeling his ring finger being caught again, and he said bitterly: "Those two people have been separated, and I don't know their whereabouts." ”

"Also, why only ask me."

"That's not my idea, Shet!!"

"Goo."

Josie saw that all three people's eyes fell on her, and she swallowed hard and stammered, "Listen, we really don't know where those two bastards are. ”

"I sold the news to Marx, and he brought the guy named Maggoli."

She waved her hands and said excitedly, "Maggory is a madman, he killed an old couple who came from Philadelphia for a tourist without any reason, just for two thousand dollars. ”

"In this situation, I don't have to lie to you."

"Please."

Josie's voice trembled, "We really don't know. ”

Hank stared into her eyes, finally believing that Josie was telling the truth, and although he regretted not being able to ask about the whereabouts of the two bastards, at least he knew the name of the other man.

"I believe in you."

He nodded, and grabbed the Walnut Clipper's hand and broke it hard.

Another crunch sounded before the curly-haired man let go, and the man plopped and collapsed to the ground.

Picking up the baseball bat that had been set aside, Hank walked over to Josie.

His eyes narrowed, and his voice hoarse asked:

"Oliver, how much can she earn by cooperating with your work, 10,000, 100,000?"

"Huh?"

Josie looked confused: "What does this have to do with Oliver?" ”

Hank didn't bother to explain, he had already got the answer he wanted to know anyway, and he was relieved to finally be able to confirm that Oliver wasn't involved.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do with Oliver.

A person who is pregnant with his grandson can feel uncomfortable when he thinks about calculating himself with all his heart.

"Thank you."

Hank looked at Josie and thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome."

Josie was confused, but replied with a forced smile.

Hank's face was expressionless, he clenched the baseball bat in his hand, and stared at Josie coldly.

"Don't."

Josie's eyes widened and she cried out in horror.

The next moment, the stick swung hard.

"Click."

The arm was also broken in an instant.

Josie rolled wildly on the ground like an electric shock, her mouth wanted to howl but she couldn't make a sound, and her light blue jeans quickly changed from the crotch to dark.

"A lesson for you."

Hank put away his stick and nodded at Josie: "First, don't fool your friends in the future." ”

"Second, don't make up your mind with the police in the future."

With that, he dragged his baseball bat and limped outside.

Olinsky also chewed on the twisted candy and turned away.

"Yo."

Ethan set up the baseball bat, smiled at Josie and asked, "For the sake of your appearance, do you need me to call the police for you?" ”

"Or, an ambulance?"

The two people lying on the ground did not speak.

They looked at the man in front of them in horror and shook their heads quickly.

Don't, don't want anything.

Now I just hope that these villains can leave as soon as possible.

"You people."

Ethan sighed softly and walked out of the small bar: "If you need the services of the police, please call the police, of course, it may be my subordinate who answers the phone." ”

"Woohoo."

Inside the bar, the shoulders of the two men lying on the ground shrugged.

Stepping outside, waving the glass door shut, and masking the sobs, Hank and Olinski were back in the car.

"Buzz."

The phone shook, it was Antonio.

"Hey, did you find anyone?"

Connected to the phone, he immediately asked.

With a two-pronged approach, maybe Antonio's side will get a miracle effect.

"Only one burned vehicle was found."

Antonio looked a little frustrated: "I'm returning to the police station, what have you gained?" ”

"I'll talk about it later."

Ethan shook his head and hung up the phone.

He looked at the phone and frowned, one of the two clues was broken, and he could only hope to find the name of the beard now, and then he could have a different harvest.

As for Jaber, he also sent a message just now.

But it's lagging behind, and it can't help much, and Ethan doesn't take it to heart, the other party is a big living person, not revolving around him, and it is impossible to follow the rumor.

Back in the car, they chatted a few words and returned to the police station together.

Several other people, all of whom returned to the Chase room, were working overtime, hoping to find clues as soon as possible.

Seeing the three people going upstairs, Erin stood up:

"Hey, what's the catch."

Not only her, but everyone turned their eyes to her.

The scene in front of him made Hank feel like he was back to the days when he was a supervisor here, he clenched his teeth and dragged his legs to the office inside.

(End of chapter)