The entire exterior wall of the small building is illuminated by a flickering blue light.

This movement also attracted onlookers from neighbors.

Several patrol officers held their guns and looked nervously into the building, they had been on guard just now, for fear that a black hole would come out of it.

"It's me, sir."

A patrol officer heard Ethan's shout, and hurriedly put down his gun and ran over: "After coming, we were on alert as soon as possible, and there were guys watching from behind." ”

"At least after we arrived at the scene, no one came out of it."

"No matter what happens, don't panic." Ethan leaned to the side and continued to scold, "That would put yourself and your guys in danger." ”

"I didn't panic!"

The patrolman swallowed and waved his hands.

"You don't take your fingers out of the retainer again." Ethan stared at him angrily and shouted, "I'll let you know if you're panicked!" ”

Looking at the age, there are also more than twenty years old.

Doing things, still so frizzy, making these low-level mistakes.

"I'm sorry."

The patrolman's face turned red and he quickly removed his finger from the trigger.

The guy was injured, and there was a guy inside who dared to attack the police, which put him in a state of high mental tension.

"Adjust your breathing, don't mess around."

Ethan said casually, and walked carefully up the steps.

When walking, the body is tense.

Always be ready to flee into the distance, and there are many blood stains on the steps and porch, which are the traces left by Roman and the policewoman.

It's hard to imagine what Burgess has just experienced.

Thanks to the fact that she often goes out with the intelligence team, she has seen a lot of big scenes, and when she encounters this kind of thing as an ordinary patrol officer, she has to be stunned when she sees two guys fall at the same time.

Walking onto the porch, his spirit slowed down.

There was no one in the house, and whoever did what had just done should have run away.

A large hole was opened in the door.

There are also a lot of small holes next to it, which are traces of the shotgun, no wonder two people will fall, Burgess is also lucky, standing on the side with good luck can indeed be avoided.

Just as I wanted to get close to the door, my footsteps stopped.

Inside the hole, a flash of light flashed from the police lights, which was clearly a muzzle.

Ethan's figure flickered and ducked to the side.

When several patrolmen in the back saw his action, they were so frightened that they hurriedly took a step back, and some even squatted down.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

Ethan furrowed his eyebrows, flew sideways and kicked the door lock.

"Bang."

The deadbolt flew, and the door opened inside.

"Fake."

Looking into the dimly lit room, Ethan exploded into a foul mouth.

Inside the door was a pillar-like bracket with a double-barreled shotgun on it, the trigger position was locked by a mechanism, and a steel rope was extended to the side.

There wasn't any gunner in it at all, it was the mechanism that fired the gun.

Raise your head and look at the staircase of the black hole.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately retracted the steps he had stepped into: "Everyone retreat, call for backup, we need to send more people here to evacuate the surrounding civilians." ”

"Also, call the bomb disposal team over, there may be explosive hazards in the house."

That's why he didn't go in.

There are one and two, who knows if they will accidentally touch some mechanism and be fired by a gun that I don't know where to put it.

The neurosis that can make this kind of thing will not be so easy to stop.

Hearing that there might be explosives, the patrol officer behind him immediately took two steps back, and the person just now immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted for support.

Ethan looked at the small building and walked briskly down the steps.

"Click."

He pulled out his cigarette and the flame lit up.

"Sheriff."

The patrol officer let go of the walkie-talkie and walked over quickly: "Shall we go in and take a look, the gunman may still be inside." ”

"Go ahead."

Ethan waved his hand holding the cigarette: "Please, you're welcome." ”

Looking at the gaze of this patrolman, he was a little helpless.

This brain, go to the clerical job.

Even if you can't see people, you can see the mechanism inside, how can someone who can arrange this kind of mechanism wait for them to catch it in the house, isn't that just taking off your pants and farting.

The other party noticed Ethan's gaze and walked to the side in a daze.

At this time, I can only wait for the bomb disposal team to come.

Since it wasn't Burgess who was shot, Ethan was also in a relaxed mood, his cigarette butt emitting scarlet dots, and he remembered Sandro in his mind.

What happened to him was really miserable.

Since his wife was beheaded, her daughter must not be much better.

In this special industry, he should have been prepared that he would die on the streets, but he didn't expect that it was his family who died first, and now in this situation, Sandro is extremely rational if he doesn't go crazy.

The other party has been shot for himself.

Helping him wasn't a problem, not to mention that Sandro's way of asking for his help was very sincere.

Words won't be spoken, it doesn't matter.

Sincerity is more important than anything else.

By the way, he also returned a favor, and Ethan immediately made up his mind to help him this time.

After a cigarette was smoked, the others arrived one after another.

The people involved in the 21st Precinct were shot, and all the members of the intelligence team were there, but there was nothing they could do now, and they followed the patrol to help evacuate the residents next to them.

A moment later, Hank hurried over.

He looked left and right, and walked briskly over to Ethan, who was leaning against the trunk of the tree:

"Are you sure there's explosives in there?"

"Not sure."

Ethan flicked off the cigarette butt and shrugged his shoulders and said, "This kind of thing doesn't need to be confirmed, it's enough to have doubts." ”

"You can't blow up people, so let's call the bomb disposal team."

Now that everyone was far away from the small building, Ethan and Hank looked at the few people standing on the porch, all dressed in blast suits and holding shields.

These guys also like to play with their lives.

I saw that after exchanging a few words with each other, they walked towards the house with their shields, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

He took the headset from Hank and tucked it into his ear.

Inside, the sound of slow breathing sounded.

"Check the first floor first."

"Sir, there's a discovery at the back door."

"There's a homemade petrol bomb connected here, if anyone wants to come in through the back door, bang~~~"

These people are worthy of being specialized in explosive disposal and bomb disposal, and they are still in the mood to joke when they encounter this situation, and their psychological quality is also quite strong, which is really nothing to say.

Ethan and Hank glanced at each other, and the latter nodded.

There was no problem with the disposal just now, but fortunately, I didn't rush into arranging people to go in, otherwise there would be a big problem.

"Alright."

The voice of the bomb disposal team in the headset continued to sound: "The first floor is inspected, now go to the second floor." ”

There was another heavy breathing, and when Ethan listened attentively, the sound of violent music suddenly resounded throughout the small building, and everyone in the scene could hear it without a headset.

was already highly nervous, but now he was even more frightened.

"Everybody don't move."

Looking at the few people who wanted to run into the house, Hank hurriedly shouted to stop him: "No one is allowed to go in, let them solve it." ”

The policeman outside, with a terrific body armor.

The equipment on the bomb disposal team, as long as it does not encounter a large explosion, can escape under normal circumstances.

At this time, you can't step forward to help.

Hearing his scolding, the person who was about to move quickly suppressed his thoughts and looked nervously into the room.

"Bang bang."

Two more gunshots echoed through the house.

Hank's words came first, and this time no one continued to be hot-headed, just watched nervously.

"I'm fine."

"There's a discovery in the bathroom, damn it, there's a corpse here."

"Heck, Fake!"

"Turn the damn music off."

In the headset, shouting came and went, and soon the restless music stopped.

After another half an hour, the bomb disposal team in the house finally walked out one after another, Ethan and Hank hurriedly stepped forward, only to see two more cracks in one person's blast shield.

"I've checked it all."

The commander of the bomb disposal team took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his face: "Several of the mechanisms inside have been removed by us." ”

"On the second floor, there's a corpse."

When he said this, his face was a little ugly: "You can call the forensic doctor over, and I hope to find something." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan shook the commander's hand and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. ”

The other party's words have been heard by Erin later.

Feeling that something terrible should be happening above, she hurriedly grabbed her mobile phone and called the main station to arrange for someone to come over.

Hank, who was on the side, also picked up the phone.

There was another thing he had to deal with, what Burgess and they were here for, and Hank knew very well that when this happened, the public event where the dignitaries were visiting would need to be canceled.

If something goes wrong, it's a bigger trouble.

Ethan took the tactical flashlight handed by the patrol officer and beckoned a few people to start checking the house.

The bomb disposal team also arranged for a blonde brother to accompany him, and what happened in the house needed to be explained in detail, and they needed to have a full understanding of the murderer's modus operandi.

"The doorbell is connected to the trigger of this shotgun."

The blonde guy picked up the pry open doorbell button and pointed to the wire on it: "As long as you press it, it will immediately fire the shotgun." ”

He led the way inside, to the back door.

"Here, there's a Molotov cocktail."

He pointed upwards, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just touch the trap and a fireball will fall." ”

Looking at the ground, the guy stomped on it.

"Click."

The floor tiles came loose, and there was a soft thud from above, causing Atwater to shrink his neck.

"Don't worry."

The blonde brother waved his hands: "The explosives have been removed, and there is no danger now." ”

"It's just that you have to be careful, this time you're dealing with a smart person."

Under his leadership, several people walked upstairs, and when they came to the corridor, the blonde brother pointed to a floor tile in front of him: "This thing is used to control the audio switch, trying to influence our judgment." ”

Ethan stepped forward and stepped lightly.

The floor tiles are clearly loose, and when you pick them open with your feet, you find a device underneath.

Then the blonde didn't say anything more, and pointed to the bathroom.

The glow of the flashlight shone in, and the corners of Ethan's eyes jumped, and the bathtub was covered with a layer of plastic, filled with an unknown liquid, and a humanoid object was soaked in it.

The color of the liquid has turned blood red.

In the air, there is an indescribable smell.

This thing can only be handled by the forensic doctor who waits for him, and he can't see anything, and the faces of other people have become ugly, but they are still within the scope of bearing.

Especially under the gaze of Ethan, he didn't dare to show anything unusual.

Inside the room, there are two other mechanisms.

One of them, right next to the stereo.

In the cabinet next to it was a shotgun with a sawn short barrel, intended to kill them when they were in a hurry to turn off the music.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, it will be a dead hand.

"That's it, thank you."

After Ethan thanked the bomb disposal team, he immediately set up the next task.

There is no doubt that BFIPU is the thing.

Fingerprints inside the house, monitoring outside the house, collecting evidence at the scene, visiting neighbors and questioning suspicious characters, one by one.

Patrol officers, detectives, forensic officers, and forensic doctors, a large group of people are busy around the murder scene, and after collecting almost everything at the scene, the group goes to the Chicago hospital.

Injured people also need to be visited.

"Hey."

Pratt saw Ethan coming out of the elevator with a large group of people, and quickly got up to meet him, and asked excitedly, "Is there any clue about that bastard, I will definitely not let that guy go." ”

Usually treats those patrol officers, she is full of bad taste.

But when the accident happened, it was Pratt who was most worried, but she watched groups of patrol officers grow up.

"Rest assured, everything is in process."

Ethan waved his hand and looked at the ward next to him: "The two of them, what's the situation now?" ”

Not only Pratt and Burgess, but there were a lot of people waiting outside the ward.

In fact, they can't do much, but they need to come over to show support at this time, everyone is doing this job, and it is possible to experience this kind of thing.

No one wants things to happen to them when they wake up alone.

"Thanks for the bulletproof vest."

Pratt buckled his belt and said in fear for a while: "Roman has come out, K9 is still in operation, fortunately, the vest blocks most of the projectiles, but there are still some into the body." ”

"There will be some damage, but not life-threatening."

Everyone in the intelligence group immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, it can be regarded as good news, at least there is no need to worry about life.

"Huh?"

Ethan spread his hands and blinked: "When I arrived at the scene, I saw that the two of them had fainted. ”

To be honest, he was ready for it.

Surprisingly, listening to Pratt's words didn't seem too serious.

"Fell."

Pratt rolled his eyes at him: "After being shot, they fell on the steps and hit their heads. ”

The corners of Ethan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't hold back a smile.

The others didn't know what to say, so they dispersed.

In this kind of place, there are acquaintances everywhere.

Sometimes it's an alternative social occasion to talk about what's going on recently, after all, it's hard to get together with a large group of people who are idle.

Ethan walked over to the bench next to him, pulled his pants and sat down:

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm."

Burgess nodded, relieved knowing that the two men were fine.

(End of chapter)