Chicago, late at night.

The Cadillac is speeding through the empty streets.

Ethan grabbed the tissue, kept wiping the lipstick marks on his face, looked in the rearview mirror, and felt that it was almost there, and then stopped what he was doing.

Ahead, a flickering blue light can already be seen.

At the gas station, several patrol cars, duty cars and ambulances were enclosed.

He flashed his lights, turned the steering wheel and came to a sharp stop.

The lights were lit up from time to time, the people in the forensic office were taking pictures for evidence, and the patrol police next to them were making notes to the staff of the gas station, a busy scene.

In the middle of the cordon, a black Lincoln SUV was parked next to the tanker.

Hanging the badge on his body, Ethan pushed the car door.

Take a deep breath and the faint smell of blood fills your nostrils, and that's the glamorous night out of Chicago.

Cross the cordon and head inside.

The two people in front of them were arguing in a whisper.

"What do you mean by this, what kind of tone is this, are we standing together?"

This voice is Antonio.

Just by his voice and the waving of his arms, it was obvious that he was very emotional.

The studs also flashed together.

"No offense, I just want to figure out what's going on." The person standing across from him said nonchalantly, "I'm just doing my job, I'm sure you can understand that." ”

"Really?"

Ethan walked in quickly, frowned, and said, "I'm sorry, it's not your job now." ”

"This case was taken over by the intelligence team of the 21st sub-bureau."

No matter what happens, as long as it involves your own people, you will always accept it first.

The reason is simple, just two words.

Short!

Take over the case and handle anything easily.

Seeing the people coming over, Antonio suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded to Ethan.

He was dressed in a black suit and looked a little nervous.

"No problem."

The detective on the other side is a member of the homicide team.

The detective shrugged his shoulders and closed the notebook in his hand: "A diamond merchant who was shot dead and a detective who worked part-time as a private security guard off work." ”

The guy pouted and spread his hands:

"Don't worry, no one will rob you of this kind of thing, it's all yours."

With that, he waved his hand.

A few plainclothes people left with him one after another.

In fact, this police detective has been prepared for a long time, as long as it is a case involving his own people, people from the same department will soon rush over, and it is just a routine matter just now.

Watching the men leave, Ethan frowned.

The last sentence is extremely informative.

This kind of thing is troublesome, and the other party is not willing to get involved at all, and no one wants to carry the reputation of investigating their own people.

"Damn it."

Antonio gritted his teeth and cursed, "I shouldn't have left this car." ”

Following the direction from which the smell of blood came, Ethan walked to the side of the vehicle, and through the open door, a middle-aged white man could be seen lying inside, and the people in the forensic office were busy.

The camera's lights flickered, illuminating the man's pale face.

Black hair, who looked to be in his forties, his head drooped, a few small holes in the blue shirt on his chest, and blood was still slowly oozing.

At the man's feet, there is a hidden compartment that has been lifted.

The contents of the book, naturally, are gone.

"What the hell is going on?" Turning around, Ethan looked at Antonio: "Maybe you should be glad you weren't in the car at the time." ”

"As long as you're okay, you can find a way to solve it."

After work, Antonio occasionally works part-time.

The salary of a private security guard is quite good, and he can be regarded as a subsidy for the family.

"Shet."

Antonio waved his arms vigorously and said angrily, "If I were in the car, maybe Roslyn wouldn't have died." ”

His emotions are still a little wrong.

After all, the people in the car died under his protection.

"Hey."

Ethan reached out and grabbed Antonio's face and rubbed it vigorously, "Calm down, stay focused, tell me what's going on?" ”

"Okay, I got it."

Antonio took a few deep breaths and said hurriedly: "The victim was a diamond merchant, he asked me to go in and help buy a pack of cigarettes, and when I came out, I just got in the car and noticed that something was wrong. ”

"It was about a minute before and after, and he had already been shot."

"And then there's this dark grid, which is what I saw when I saw it, and in my judgment, it was a premeditated robbery and murder."

"I'll call you as soon as I notify the reception."

Yes, the idea is quite clear.

Ethan withdrew his hand and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you think this is premeditated?" ”

"The reason is simple."

Antonio waved his hand at the dark grid, gritted his teeth and said, "I also just knew that this thing existed, and it must be someone who is very familiar with him to know the target." ”

Looking around the crime scene, Ethan quickly tapped his belt.

Since it was an acquaintance who committed the crime, it is easier to investigate next, and it is easy to lock on to the target.

It's just that Antonio will have some trouble.

"You should call the police union representative first." Ethan pursed his lips and said helplessly: "If this kind of thing happens, someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will definitely talk to you, you have to communicate first." ”

"Fake."

Antonio kicked heavily at the car next to him, he scratched his head twice vigorously, and pulled out his phone in frustration:

"Do you need to call anyone else?"

"No, you don't."

Ethan glanced at his watch and shook his head: "There are so many people here, enough is enough." ”

Now in the middle of the night, there is no need to toss everyone over.

Antonio hurriedly called his union representative, and Ethan walked to the patrol police on the side, the surveillance video of the scene, and the confessions of everyone around at the time of the incident needed to be obtained as soon as possible.

The city is sleeping, but it's still in full swing.

The next morning.

When it came to Antonio, Ethan hurried to the police station early in the morning.

"Pratt."

As soon as he walked into the reception hall, Ethan said to the female sheriff: "When Roman comes, tell him to go upstairs, and find him in an emergency." ”

The thing was introduced by Roman, maybe he would know something.

"Why do you say the same thing?" Pratt took a bite of the chocolate and spread his hands out.

"We?"

Ethan stopped.

"Detective Antonio Dawson." Pratt waved a chocolate and pointed upstairs, "He's here early." ”

"I see."

Ethan continued upstairs, raised the chocolate in his hand and shook it, "Thank you." ”

When this happens, it's strange that Antonio can sleep.

Upstairs, Ethan saw Antonio sitting in his own seat, staring at the computer with a solemn expression, and the keyboard clicked.

"Hey."

Ethan stepped forward and punched him.

The two of them didn't say anything, and together they sorted out the case materials at hand.

(End of chapter)