A few simple words that put the white kid in a messy state.

He swallowed the bread in his mouth with difficulty, and his eyes blinked at the guy standing in front of him.

Ethan nodded, indicating that he was serious.

The white kid smashed his mouth, and his brain spun wildly.

Here, but the restaurant.

There are prison guards everywhere, beating people in this place, and at least you have to endure several days of confinement.

One side is confinement, the other is neurosis.

Without much thought, he immediately made the right choice, clenched his fists, and lightly slammed into the bastard in front of him, and smashed his small fist into Ethan's chest.

This punch, which he didn't dare to contribute, caused him unexpected consequences.

"Ah!!h

Ethan screamed, waving his arms and back.

Coincidentally, he hit Atwater's back headlong, who was anxious about Tucker's affairs, and was suddenly startled by the collision, and subconsciously slammed it into the back.

"Bang."

A sturdy elbow made Ethan eat in response.

He bared his teeth and threw himself to the other side, knocking off the food on several old black tables and knocking them over.

"Boom~"

The prisoners in the dining room suddenly became agitated.

When the white boy did it, few people noticed, but now it was obvious that a few old blacks were beating a white man.

Seeing this, five or six white strong men flipped over the plate in their hands.

Corn kernels are in the air and beef patties are flying.

The gang yelled and threw themselves at Atwater, punching fists raining down.

When Atwater noticed that the person who was knocked over by himself was Ethan, he looked confused, and before he could react to what was going on, he was pressed and beaten by several strong men, and he was punched a few times in the face.

Black and white strife is an eternal theme in prison.

I saw a few white people surrounding an old black hammer, and the old blacks next to him also roared to meet them.

For a while, the fierce men in their teens and twenties wearing orange prison uniforms were fists and feet, and they were fighting in a mess.

The white boy looked at the scene in front of him and wanted to cry without tears.

This Nima, he just waved his fist lightly, as for making such a big noise!

Two or three days is considered a small amount of confinement.

"Toot toot."

As soon as the movement was loud, Antonio immediately blew the brass whistle in a hurry, and at the same time pulled out the baton on his waist and hit the restless crowd in the head: "Stop me, lie down!" ”

Prison guards from several other directions also rushed over quickly.

The baton was swung and rattled against the flesh.

It's a spectacular move.

Ethan flipped the old blacks over, knocked one down with one punch, and quickly rolled on the ground a few times, avoiding the chaotic crowd.

He clasped his hands on the back of his head, and watched the chaotic farce with a smile in his eyes.

His gaze swept over the white boy.

The latter noticed Ethan's expression, and his whole body was agitated, and his brain twitched.

Fack, this guy, is such a bastard.

Neuropathy!!!

The white boy scolded angrily in his heart, and he also followed the other party's example and lay down.

Confinement, squat, squat.

Don't dare to confess this neuropathy, otherwise, I won't know how I will die in the future.

The inexplicable riot soon stopped.

In the restaurant area, a large number of prisoners wearing orange clothes were densely packed, and the plates and food fell all over the ground, and the scene was a mess.

"The last thing I like to be disturbed during a meal is the one I do."

Parreira grabbed her belt and was furious: "I've always wanted to treat you bastards as human beings, after all, you are a bunch of beasts who don't know how to be grateful. ”

Here in the restaurant, more than a dozen prison guards were surrounded.

Some even brought blast shields, and all of them carried batons in their hands.

The sound of panting, sounded from time to time.

It took a lot of effort to subdue this group of criminals who had lost their minds just now.

"Who is being targeted?"

Parreira gritted her teeth and looked at Antonio to the side.

Anyway, things still have to be dealt with.

Throwing the targeted person into a protective confinement area is the easiest and most convenient way to do so.

Those who dare to do it, and then slowly clean up.

"This."

Antonio waved his baton and pointed at Ethan, then continued to move, pointing at Atwater and said, "And this, both of them, are the targets of attack. ”

"Hmm."

Parella waved: "Take these two bastards away." ”

Several prison guards, including Antonio, stepped forward, handcuffed Ethan and Atwater, and then lifted the two of them up and pushed them in the other direction.

"Investigative surveillance."

Parreira said to the others, "I need to figure out who threw the first punch. ”

"Whoever it is, let him enjoy the taste of confinement."

Hearing this, the white boy had a sore bladder, and he buried his head deep under his arm, and he didn't know what the hell he saw today, it was too difficult.

In the chase room, Erin stared at the screen, her eyes blinking.

A black BMW X5 spun around the corner, the occupants of the car lowered their visors, their chin was wearing a mask, and she slammed the pause button.

For the big night, is there any need to dress like this.

And in the hand holding the steering wheel, it shines with a strange sheen, if you guess correctly, this must be wearing disposable gloves.

She pursed her lips and quickly took the pen next to her.

The license plate number was copied, and the relevant information of the car owner was quickly queried in the police system.

"Hank."

She turned her head and shouted into the office inside, "I found something here." ”

Hearing this, Hank inside and Horstead on the opposite side hurriedly walked to Erin's side, and the three heads looked at the computer screen together, and Erin stretched out his finger and clicked on the time of the surveillance video:

"This time, not long after the crime."

"The surveillance video was captured by a police camera nearly 800 meters away from the place of the incident."

"And the owner's address is here."

Erin raised her hand and waved the note excitedly.

"Go ahead."

Hank patted her on the shoulder and motioned for her to go with Hosted.

Being a police officer for so many years makes it hard for him to believe in coincidences.

The time is the same, and the behavior is abnormal.

That alone is enough for people to look into it.

Erin and Horstead hurried away and drove the gray Dodge to the address of the owner's registration information, but when they saw the surrounding street scene and heard the birdsong in their ears, their expressions were not quite right.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

Horstead unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the gray-and-white single-family house next to him with a frown: "The people who live here, what kind of thing do they need to do?" ”

In the garden, the bonsai plants are neatly trimmed.

This house, to say the least, costs two or three million, and the apartment building they imagined, it is not the same thing at all.

"Just take a look and see."

Erin pulled out the key and pushed the car door open: "Maybe this gunman is very good at making money." ”

"Those bastards, the money is much faster than we do."

Together, they crossed the small garden and walked up the steps, and Erin looked up at the craft sconces on the porch, shrugged at Hoststed, and reached out to ring the doorbell.

Stand on the side with your palms pressed against the handle of the gun.

They didn't have to wait long, and with a click, the front door was opened, and a blonde girl appeared in front of them.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, she looks like a college girl.

The blonde girl flicked her ponytail and looked at the two people standing in her doorway:

"How can I help you?"

"Chicago Police."

Erin grabbed the badge hanging on her chest and motioned to the other party, "Let's come here." ”

"Even-bought karma."

The blonde girl slapped her head and interrupted Erin's words, "Is it because of illegal parking?" ”

"I was going to pay the ticket, but it will take a little time, you don't need to tow my car away, don't worry, I will definitely pay the money."

She turned her head and looked inside the room:

"Please, please, there's no need for my father to know about this matter."

For a while, it hurt Horstead's brain.

He clicked the police badge on his waist and said helplessly: "Please see clearly, this is the Chicago police, not the employees of the detention site." ”

"What kind of car are you driving?"

"BMW X5."

The blonde girl blinked: "You asked me what I was driving the car, it was towed away two days ago, what happened?" ”

"God, if my dad knows."

"Which parking lot?"

Horstead waved her hand again, stopping her from continuing to barra.

Getting the name of the trailer yard, he glanced at Erin, and the two turned around in unison, leaving the bewildered blonde girl behind.

"I called Hank."

As Erin walked out, she took out her mobile phone in her pocket: "A car that was supposed to be in the impoundment field, but wandered the streets of the South End late at night, saying that there was no problem, I don't believe it at all." ”

Cadillac and a patrol car, driving into the car impound field.

As far as the eye can see, there are all vehicles that have been towed due to traffic violations, and not far away, there are many cars that have been dismantled to the shell, piled up on top of each other.

Follow the side aisle until you reach the innermost part.

The Cadillac stopped in front of a bungalow, and Hank pushed the car door, rubbing his boot on the ground a few times, kicking the pebbles next to him.

He sniffed, and the air smelled of rust.

The patrol car behind also stopped.

Burgess and Roman got out of the car together, and they walked quickly behind Hank with solemn expressions.

Now everyone else is out there and can't come back.

Naturally, Hank called two patrol officers to follow him over to avoid accidents.

The movement of the vehicle attracted the attention of the people inside.

A pot-bellied white man came out grabbing a dirty towel, and when he saw two people in uniform, he paused and walked over quickly: "Officer, how can I help you?" ”

"I'm sure you can."

Hank lifted the corner of his shirt and showed his police badge: "Chicago Police Department, 21st Precinct." ”

"An illegal car from this impound site appeared at the crime scene, and we came to understand the situation."

"It can't be, right?"

The white man grabbed his hair, threw the towel over his shoulder, and said puzzledly: "This is not an ordinary parking lot, this is a vehicle impoundment field, and every car entering and leaving needs to go through strict registration." ”

"We need information from all the staff."

Hank shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "And the duty record sheet for work, please provide it." ”

"No problem." The fat neck of the white man is clicked:

"Please wait, I'll call the manager out."

He looked at Burgess and Roman in the back again, and pulled the towel and walked into the bungalow.

A few people outside stood quietly.

Burgess grabbed her belt with both hands, her fingers tapping quickly on it, she pursed her lips and her cheeks fluttered into the air.

Following Hank out to work, it was originally a beautiful difference.

But the rest of the intelligence team was gone, and now it had become a chore, and there was no one to talk to, and she didn't dare to make small talk to Roman next to Hank.

When his head shook, he saw a figure flashing in the distance.

The tall and fat body, desperately running away into the distance, was the staff member just now.

"Hey!"

Burgess immediately pulled out his gun and chased after him with his legs spread: "Stop, don't run." ”

"Don't shoot."

Hank hurriedly shouted, he cursed, and ran forward.

Since he got older, he is now most annoyed by this kind of foot chase, which makes him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Huh."

Roman's figure flashed past him, quickly overtaking him,

"Shet."

Hank simply stopped, waved his hand, and said, "Outflank left and right, be careful that the other party has a gun." ”

The boots rustled on the ground.

Burgess waved his arms and ran his slender legs, the distance between the two of them was rapidly closing due to his size, and the gasp of Nala's bellows could be heard from afar.

"Stop, or I'll shoot."

Although Hank has orders, it's okay to scare them.

Not only was it a scare, but Burgess's muzzle was faintly aimed at the opponent's feet, his fingers on the trigger, and his eyes lit up.

Influenced by Ethan, she now has more ideas for doing things.

As long as you don't kill it, your mouth can speak.

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, the white man disappeared into range of the shot, and the other party took advantage of his advantage and burrowed into the labyrinth-like parts accumulation area, and began to go around it frantically.

"Fake."

Just two seconds later, Burgess cursed, lowered his gun and continued to chase forward.

The white man had just run some distance in the other direction when he met Roman head-on, who was menacing, and the baton in his hand swayed, so frightened that he grabbed the car parts that were piled aside and pulled hard.

"Boom."

A pile of parts was scattered, and it was hard to stop Roman's steps.

The man turned around in a sweat and continued to run to the other side, and in his panic he did not run far, but circled in circles.

Burgess picked up his pistol and quickly approached as he gasped violently.

After turning two corners, I found the fat figure of the man.

"Don't move."

She held a gun and sprang out from behind the shelf: "Or I'll shoot." ”

"Bang Bang Bang~~~"

(End of chapter)