Car impound site.

After successfully asking for the information he wanted, Hank immediately called Erin and Olinsky.

This man who wants to make some black money is left to Burgess to deal with.

He got into the car and hurried back to the police station.

After being informed by Antonio and talking to the warden on the phone, he knew that there was not much time left for his people.

The Tobacco and Firearms Administration, for its part, may speed up the process again to avoid surprises.

Striding up to the intelligence group, Hank hurriedly asked:

"How?"

"We don't have anything to gain." Olinsky shook his head and said:

"Grant didn't come out again when he came home last night, he's been training today and hasn't been in contact with anomalous people."

"Then I'll give you an update." Erin picked up the photo from the printer: "The staff at the vehicle impoundment site often take advantage of their position to rent out the impounded vehicles. ”

She snapped the picture onto the whiteboard and said loudly, "There are a lot of people who are renting. ”

"Among them is Uma Martel."

"Not long after this guy was released from prison, do you want to make a bold guess about which prison he is squatting?"

Horstead distributed the information in his hand and told the riddle:

"Chicago Center Jail."

"Great."

Rusek's palm slapped heavily, and now he was finally able to hook up.

"Martel, used to be in a robbery gang." Horstead tapped the information in his hand, licked his lips and said:

"He used to be a street trafficker, but now his people are either dead or in prison."

"On his own, he will definitely not be able to do what he did before."

"It seems that he must have expanded into a new business."

Hank looked at the whiteboard, which was a black man with dreadlocks and a mustache.

The information in hand, and the address of this Martel.

"No need to guess, this is the gunslinger we're looking for." He tossed the documents aside and slapped the table and shouted, "Put on your body armor now, we need to catch him." ”

Three cars, whistling up fallen leaves on the ground.

When I came to the corner of the street, there was a sharp sound of brakes, and the people in the car pushed the door and got out of the car.

They were heavily armed and looked at the house next to them with cold faces.

Rap music rang out from inside the house, and could be heard from afar.

"Rusek, Olinsky."

Hank seemed to go back to the old days, he waved his arms in high spirits and gave the order: "You two go to the back door and act in twenty seconds." ”

"Roger."

Rusekh nodded in response.

He picked up a shotgun and ran with Orlinsky down the alley in the middle of the house, as fast as he could.

The rest, needless to say.

It has been a team that has cooperated many times, and without saying more, the three of them walked quickly across the small courtyard and walked up the steps together.

When the appointed time came, Hank reached out and knocked on the door:

"Chicago Police."

The volume was much quieter than the music, and if it weren't for the sidelines, Erin wouldn't have heard what he was saying.

What stands out is a perfunctory.

Horstead picked up the hammer and with a bang, the lock was broken.

Erin raised her assault rifle and quickly pounced, Hank stayed at the back of the line, Russec and the others barged in through the back door, and the whole room resounded with deafening music, and they quickly launched a search on the first floor.

"Safety."

"No one."

With two shouts, Hank pointed to the stairs.

Rusekh took the lead, slowly walking up the stairs with his shotgun in hand, and several people behind him followed, their guns pointed upwards.

The further you go, the louder the music becomes.

"Goo."

Russec swallowed and walked to the top of the stairs.

Nearby, the sound of the toilet rattling sounded.

The bathroom door opened, and a dark-haired woman in a lace thong stepped out, her majestic chest heaving and about to scream.

"Shut up."

Rusek pounced on her and pinned the woman against the wall.

His palm covered the other party's mouth stiffly: "Chicago police, don't move." ”

After some struggle, Rusek was a little overwhelmed.

"Is Martel in there?"

He leaned into the woman's ear and whispered, "If you're here, nod your head, and if you're not, shake your head." ”

When the words fell, the woman nodded hurriedly.

Rusek swallowed another little and motioned for Erin to come over and take over, his body was too hot, he really couldn't stand it.

Horstead took the lead in raising his gun and turned the corner along the hallway.

A few of them made their way to the noisiest bedroom, where the door was open and a man with sleek pigtails was writhing to the rhythm of the music.

The muzzle of the gun slammed the wooden door open, and Horstead walked in slowly.

"Water, Bichi."

Martel turned around and yelled in disgruntle, "Who told you to turn off the music?" ”

Like the music, his voice came to an abrupt halt.

The muzzles of the three black holes were pointed at him so steadily, which made his scalp tingle for a while, and his eyes subconsciously glanced to the right.

Hank gritted his teeth and stepped forward, kicking him up.

Hard boots, kicked out with hatred.

"Bang."

Martel flew backwards and slammed into the wall.

"Fake."

He got up from the ground, clutched his chest and screamed in pain, "You have no right to do this. ”

"Really?"

Hank kicked him over again and shouted, "If I'm not mistaken, you don't have the right to shoot a little girl." ”

The soles of the shoes pressed against Martel's ribs.

As Hank pressed hard from side to side, he could hear the sound of his ribs being overwhelmed.

"Fakyu."

Martel sneered, "You don't have any evidence. ”

"Really?"

Horstead noticed his small movements, put down his gun and walked briskly to the wardrobe on the right, rummaging through it.

Martel tried his best to control himself, but he couldn't help but look over.

"Knock knock."

Horstead curled his fingers and tapped quickly inside the closet, and soon there was a hollow sound, and he excitedly turned the muzzle of the gun and slammed the butt of the gun against the closet.

"Bang~"

The planks are torn apart, revealing the mezzanine within.

A bunch of banknotes, just put it inside.

Looking at the number, it is about 100,000, which is a lot of money.

In addition, there was a black pistol.

The gun, pressed against the green bill, was scattered with bullets and flour next to it.

Money, bullets, flour.

The sources of several evils are alive and well here.

"Make a bet."

Horstead took off his sunglasses and slipped his feet into the pistol's retainer.

He picked out the pistol and shouted at Martel, "I bet that your gun matches the ballistic marks of the two bullet casings found at the scene." ”

Looking at the shaking gun, Martel closed his eyes.

"Bang."

Hank's toes, lightning-bolted.

Hearing a muffled grunt from inside, Erin quickly dragged the woman in the bathroom downstairs.

"Hey, hey."

After a few minutes, Martel grinned.

The blood stained his teeth red, but his eyes were still so crazy.

"Capable of it."

He spat a mouthful of blood to the side: "You will beat me to death." ”

"Forget it."

Olinsky grabbed Hank and pulled him back: "The current clues are enough for us, let's contact Antonio quickly." ”

If I continue to fight, I'm really afraid that this kid will be killed.

"Hmm."

Hank panted and pulled out his phone and dialed it.

While waiting for Antonio to answer, he was still angry, waved at Rusek and said, "Go, find a big pair of scissors, this person resists arrest." ”

"Whatever happens, it's normal!"

Thank you Brother Bai Fan Qunzhi for your support, thank you!

(End of chapter)