In the Chase room, everyone arrived early.

Even Nadia was watching the surveillance footage carefully.

At Erin's request, Ethan got a computer for this little assistant early, and now she looks very presentable.

People who don't know think it's also a Chicago police officer.

If you don't know her old background, no one can see that this little girl used to be a high-end branch girl, a massage girl, and an addict.

The environment is very powerful for people to change.

Ethan saw her efforts, and Nadia was the first to come and the last to leave every day.

If you have something to do, you will be busy, and if you have nothing to do, you will find a job that you can.

Despite the unbearable experience, she is now a girl who lives her life very seriously, and those pasts have disappeared.

"Morning~"

Ethan smiled at her and held out his hand.

"Good morning, Sergeant."

Nadia hurriedly raised her head and quickly stretched out her arms.

One big and one small, two fists collided together.

Not only was all the members of the intelligence team here, but even Hank came over here, and after a night's rest, his complexion was much better, not as blue and swollen as he was yesterday.

Of course, Band-Aids are still indispensable.

He was sitting next to Erin's chair, and the two of them were pointing at the computer screen together, and now the matter was only in the intelligence group.

So, Hank came here temporarily.

After greeting everyone, Ethan walked briskly into the office and eagerly opened the file bag.

Inside, there is a bank card.

Clip it out with two fingers and look back and forth at your fingertips, this is a Julius Baer bank card, which looks unremarkable, but it looks a little heavy on your fingertips.

Sure enough, I guessed correctly, it was something I imagined.

In the document bag, there is nothing else.

Ethan quickly pulled out his phone and was about to dial it out when the phone rang.

"How?"

Matt's voice rang out on the other side: "Did you receive your things?" ”

His voice is very relaxed and pleasant.

I got the money, Matt must have got it, how can I not be easy and happy.

"Roger."

Ethan said happily: "Needless to say, leave me a surprise." ”

"Just give me the password."

"Hahaha."

Matt laughed a few times, said the password, and the two exchanged a few words before hanging up the phone.

Quickly turn on your computer and search Julius Baer's website.

The first step is to change the password.

The second step is to check the balance.

The third part, slumped in a chair.

A series of movements were extremely smooth, and the balance of more than 40 million made Ethan grin.

net worth has risen sharply.

The main thing is that the money has been laundered by the CIA, and there is nothing cleaner than this, basically there will be no consequences, and there is no need to ask Nora to work hard to do the accounting.

Now he is fully worth and is approaching two small goals.

Ethan comfortably played with the Chibo lighter in his hand, put his bipod on the table, and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

It's really a man who has no windfall and no wealth, and a horse has no night grass and no fat.

As soon as he finished his cigarette, Hank appeared at the door and gave him a look.

Ethan closed the web page and put his card into the space, and it was time to get to work for the day.

"Everyone."

Walking out of the office, Ethan patted the whiteboard: "Please, give me good news." ”

The spring breeze on his face is proud, and anyone can see it.

is in stark contrast to the sad faces of everyone now, there is no way, I have made such a big fortune, and there is no way to hide it.

Even if it's a bit out of place, that's fine.

"Lucas Grigory does not have any criminal record." Horstead leaned back in his chair and shook his head, "We don't have any information about him, all in all, no clues. ”

Hank looked at Rusek with a straight face: "What about you?" ”

"The fire consumed everything."

Rusek spread his hands: "The van has been checked, there are no clues that can come in handy, fingerprints, personal belongings. ”

Neither of them made Hank purse his lips.

He looked at the others, looking down everywhere he looked.

Too little time, too few clues.

Coupled with the limited manpower, it is normal to have no gains.

Ethan coughed, and was about to say something, now that the pressure was high enough, there was no need to continue pressing.

"Teng Teng."

Footsteps sounded, and Pratt's figure appeared in front of everyone, she leaned on her waist and looked at Hank: "I knew you were here, someone turned himself in and named you." ”

"We'll talk about that later."

Hank waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not free right now." ”

Pratt also sensed that something was wrong, Hank's blue nose and swollen face last night could be seen by anyone, but it was just not easy to ask.

"Okay."

She patted her thigh, shrugged her shoulders and said, "That person said his name is Marx, and I will arrange for him to wait for you in the reception room first." ”

"When you're free, go down."

"Wait a minute."

Antonio stood up abruptly and asked loudly, "What's your name?" ”

"Marx."

Pratt spread his hands and repeated the words.

There was a crack, and everyone moved their office chairs to stand up and glanced at each other.

It's all confused, and at a loss.

This is a new thing, and instead of running away, you will turn yourself in.

"Click."

Hank clenched his fist vigorously and strode downstairs.

The others hurriedly followed.

The group hurried down the stairs, and through the barbed wire they could see the skinny guy sitting on a bench outside the reception room, with two patrolmen watching him.

This face has long been firmly engraved in everyone's minds.

Marx shook his legs, looking unconcerned, and there was a black bag beside him.

"Bang."

Hank pushed open the iron gate with a heavy blow and strode over.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Seeing his menacing appearance, Marx hurriedly put down his trembling legs: "What do you want to do, there are so many people watching here." ”

Unexpectedly, the person who came didn't pay attention to him at all.

Hank directly picked up the bag next to the guy, pulled the zipper and looked through it.

"You don't have to check."

Marx grinned: "Your money is in it, and you haven't had time to use it yet, at least my share is in it." ”

Hearing this, Pratt suddenly realized something.

She clasped her hands on her chest and took a few steps back, looking at the oily guy with interest.

I looked it up, and it was full of money.

What you want, it's not in the bag.

"Huh."

Closing the zipper, Hank reached out sharply, grabbed Marx's hair, and dragged him out.

"Hey, let go."

Marx could no longer laugh, he cried out in pain: "There are so many people watching here, what do you want to do." ”

The patrol officers in the reception hall all guessed something.

In the face of the furious Hank, these people scattered one after another, as if they didn't see anything, and no one wanted to touch his mold at this time.

"Don't do that."

Ethan stepped forward quickly and stopped Hank: "We need to know the whereabouts of the other person, and you don't want Grigory to escape." ”

"That's right."

Marx grabbed Hank's hand and shouted urgently, "I know his whereabouts, and I can cooperate with you." ”

Hank's move scared him.

In any case, it's safer to stay in the police station, at least inside, these people won't do anything to him.

Hank's eyes breathe fire and his chest heaves.

He just wanted to get this guy out now and shoot him.

Looking into Ethan's eyes, Hank tightened his cheeks, and only after a few seconds did he let go of his hand:

"Take him to the cage."

"Iron cage!"

Marx got up and felt a little wrong: "What are you talking about, what iron cage?" ”

"It's just a nickname."

Ethan smiled and reached out and hugged his shoulders tightly:

"Come with me."

"I just saved you, didn't I?"

"Don't worry, you've turned yourself in, we'll treat you well."

Unbeknownst to Marx, several patrolmen behind him were all looking at him with pity, like looking at a piece of pork to be slaughtered.

Two people, one tall and one short, walked in the direction of the garage.

Inexplicably, Marx's legs were weak for a while.

Thank you Brother Fuduoduo for your support, thank you!

(End of chapter)