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Hyde Park.
In the living room, the lights are shining.
The three men sat opposite each other, looking at each other with very serious expressions.
"Hmm."
Ethan swallowed the last sip of whiskey, gently lowered the glass, and continued to pour the wine: "You go on, I'm listening." β
I don't know what's going on, so I won't say anything for the time being.
It is not trivial to let these two people come together, and they can't be hastily agreed.
"There's something."
Matt's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop: "I'm not suitable to do it when it's critical, so I need you to give Sandro a hand to make sure nothing goes wrong." β
Still didn't say anything, Ethan Shi Ran lit a cigarette.
Slowly exhale smoke and smile.
"Sandro."
Matt tightened his cheeks and said in a deep voice, "His wife's head was cut off. β
"Daughter, too."
At this point, the words stopped.
There are some things that don't need to be said too clearly, as long as the meaning is in place.
Ethan turned his head and looked at Sandro in shock.
I still remember that when I was moving that night, the other party took out his pocket watch and looked at the photo of his daughter as if it were a treasure.
Sandro has been drinking silently from just now to now.
Noticing Ethan's gaze on him, he trembled his fingers and looked back with a smile while nodding silently.
"I'm sorry."
Standing up, Ethan walked over quickly: "I'm sorry to hear that. β
"Thank you."
Looking at Ethan's hand, Sandro shook it hard.
The strength is so great that the green tendons rise.
"That's right." Matt took out his cigar and lit it, sucked a few times and exhaled the smoke: "After the incident, we investigated for a while and found that the person who did it to Sandro was a Mexican prostitution syndicate. β
"All this is to seize the market."
"Fausto is their boss, and he gives orders."
Matt took a big sip of his glass, "We need to find Fausto in some way, an eye for an eye." β
The last sentence seems so murderous.
His face was also full of killing intent.
Sandro is his hound, yes, but he's also his friend.
This kind of thing must be retaliated against.
His own subordinates and friends' families were treated in this way of execution, and it was impossible for Matt not to retaliate, and after obtaining some information, he immediately thought of coming to Chicago to find help.
With Ethan's help, you can get twice the result with half the effort.
This time, Sandro didn't have any opinions, he had seen the ability of the person in front of him in MedellΓn before, and he also knew how far the other party could go.
"If you can, please help."
Sandro has a withdrawn personality and has always been taciturn.
He held Ethan, and with his other hand took out a card from his pocket: "I'm not very good at talking, it's five million dollars, I hope you don't have too little." β
The strength in his hand is still the same, and his eyes are very complicated.
How to describe it, it feels like an indescribable sadness, buried deep in his heart.
Without catharsis, the man will go crazy sooner or later.
It's normal for anything to happen to that bank, and Ethan calmed down after the initial surprise, but when he saw the bank card in the other party's hand, his eyes blinked a few times.
Are people so particular about it now?
"Jingle bells."
At this moment, the phone vibrated violently.
"I'm sorry."
Ethan let go of Sandro's hand, shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his phone: "I'll answer the call first." β
"Hey."
As soon as it was connected, Pratt's shouting voice came from inside:
"Burgess has an accident, someone has been shot, I will inform the others, you hurry over to support, at 3316 West Twenty-first Street."
She quickly said an address, and the phone hung up immediately.
Looking at his phone, Ethan's head buzzed.
Something happened!
Without having time to think about it, Ethan looked at Sandro: "I'll talk about it when I get back, emergency." β
"It's fine." Not only Sandro, Matt also hurriedly waved his hand and said, "You go and get busy, we are waiting for you here." β
They can hear the voice on the phone.
The word "shot" couldn't be more sensitive.
"When you're hungry, you find something to eat." Ethan confessed and rushed outside.
Pushing open the door, the stairs are jumped down.
The headlights pierced the night and drove quickly towards the scene of the incident, Ethan held on to the steering wheel and anxiously took out his mobile phone and dialed Burgess.
The call went through, but no one answered.
He quickly hung up and called Roman again, but no one answered.
Put down your phone and press the gas pedal firmly.
Flashing police lights whistled through the intersection with the roar of vehicles.
Three minutes later, came to the place.
The humming of ambulances and patrol cars was particularly harsh, and under the steps of a small building, several people gathered around and shouted loudly.
Ethan stopped with one foot and quickly got out of the car:
"Burgess!"
After two or three strokes, he pushed away the patrol and ambulance personnel who were gathered in a circle, and he gritted his teeth and looked inside.
I saw two people in patrol uniforms lying on the steps, their bulletproof vests had been unfastened, their chests were dripping with blood, and their eyes were tightly closed.
It was Roman, and the policewoman in the dog unit.
"Hey, get out of the way."
The first responder reacted, forcefully pushed him away, and said hurriedly:
"What are you doing, we're in a hurry."
Burgess crouched beside the short-haired policewoman, her hands stained with blood and her face smeared red and white.
"Even-bought karma."
When she saw Ethan appear, she pounced quickly, her eyes reddened, and said, "Damn, Roman was shot." β
Her body was still shaking as she spoke.
Seeing the ambulance personnel come forward to check on the two people, Ethan hurriedly hugged her away.
"Are you alright?"
He held Burgess's face with both hands and asked nervously, "Are there any injuries?" β
At this time, you can't blame her for not answering the phone.
When this kind of thing happens, it must be the first time to be busy rescuing colleagues, where to take care of the ringing mobile phone, it would be good to calm down and complete the rescue according to the process.
"I'm fine, I'm not hurt."
Burgess shook his head in alarm: "The two of them have been arguing and talking about the past. β
"Still, I remember what you told me before."
"Stand on the side, not in the middle of the door."
She swallowed her saliva and breathed heavily: "I was just about to remind the two of them to stand a little off, and Roman rang the doorbell, and the result was a bang, and the two of them fell together. β
"I didn't have time to think about it, so I immediately dragged them down and then notified the main station."
"Then, it's guard."
Burgess's thoughts were extremely confused, and he said incoherently: "By the way, there is also first aid. β
Not far away, there was a hole in the door.
On the ground, a lot of debris.
"It's okay."
Ethan looked at the hole and took Burgess into his arms: "Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest." β
"Hmm."
Burgess saw the two men being carried on a stretcher, and quickly pushed Ethan away:
"You do what you have to do, and so do I."
With a sniff, she quickly stepped forward and nervously watched as the stretcher was carried into the car and immediately got in, Roman and the policewoman were both drooping and unconscious.
Out of some unwritten rules and colleague feelings, as a partner, you need to be by each other's side.
If this happens to Roman, she also needs to go to the hospital with her.
Watching the ambulance leave, Ethan gritted his teeth, fortunately Burgess was fine, but Roman was a member of the 21st Precinct, and the policewoman also came to help the 21st Precinct.
He turned around and pulled the python out with a thud.
Strode towards the three patrol officers who surrounded the front door: "This is Sergeant of the Intelligence Unit of the 21st Precinct, Ethan Morgan. β
"Who was in charge of controlling the scene just now?"
Thank you Brother Leyi for your support, thank you!
(End of chapter)