Under the scorching sun, the group hurried.

Follow the commander to the front door of the motorcycle repair shop, and at his signal, everyone crouches down and approaches.

"Look."

In front of him was a blonde brother, who was holding an instrument in his hand, and when he noticed everyone coming, he said in a deep voice: "The layout inside is the same as last night." ”

In the other hand, hold a hose probe firmly.

The picture in the instrument is the situation inside the door.

A shotgun was mounted on a post, and something was also linked.

With the movement of the blonde brother's hand, the probe pointed inside the door, and a small instrument was flashing green, which made people feel that something was wrong when they looked at it.

"What is this?"

Ethan looked at the screen and asked softly.

"Vibration sensors." The blonde brother slowly retracted the hose: "As long as certain conditions are met, it will be fired." ”

"We can demolish it."

The commander looked at Ethan and said in a deep voice, "It will take a little time, I'll start right away." ”

The situation inside, everyone already has a premonition.

Most likely, it is also a corpse.

Seeing is believing, and you have to go in and take a look to determine what the situation is.

"Don't be that troublesome."

Ethan waved his hand, signaling everyone to retreat, grabbed the walkie-talkie in Erin's hand, and informed the people behind to retreat some distance as well.

This is to prevent there will be a bomb inside.

After all, there may be times when the bomb disposal team makes mistakes in its work, and this probability cannot be gambled.

Seeing the other party clear the personnel, the team commander immediately realized what he wanted to do, smiled and gave Ethan a thumbs up, and then asked someone to get out of the way of the front door.

"Alright."

Ethan crossed his hands on his hips and looked at a few people next to him: "Which of you wants to try." ”

None of you are stupid.

It takes half a day to dismantle, and it doesn't take a minute to detonate.

"Let me come."

Russec had been thinking about the remaining Ford Interceptor, and now was the time to perform, quickly taking off his boots and waving his arms vigorously in front of him.

In the eyes of everyone, the boots draw a perfect arc.

"Smack."

The boot landed firmly on the ground.

Suddenly, Rusek's face turned red, and everyone around him looked at him, looking like you hadn't eaten.

"Ahem."

He coughed heavily and said seriously, "I'm sorry, my hand is slipping." ”

"Bang."

The dull sound of gunfire echoed all around.

The wooden door was shattered in an instant, sawdust flew everywhere, and a piece of rubble stumbled on the ground a few times.

"The blast shield is borrowed for us."

Ethan dusted his hands and reached out to the blonde boy.

This kind of equipment, they do have it in the equipment room, but it will not be routinely equipped in the car, and now it can only be borrowed temporarily.

"Let's go together."

The commander waved his hand, and immediately two men with shields came over, and they put up the equipment in their hands and slowly approached forward.

A few people in the back, bent down to follow.

"Smack, smack, smack."

A rhythmic sound sounded in the back, drawing everyone back.

Rusek stopped bouncing, his hands spread out expressionlessly, his feet in white socks dangling in mid-air.

The crowd turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Poof."

Erin couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

The others felt the murderous intent, and could only endure it bitterly, with a sound of staggering, and when Rusek put on his shoes, they finally succeeded in entering the small repair shop.

There were motorcycle parts everywhere, and the nasal passages were full of the smell of engine oil.

Ethan had a keen sense of smell and patted the guy in front of him who was holding up his shield: "I smell something, go to the left." ”

He had just turned a corner when the stray footsteps stopped.

On the ground, a pool of blood.

The white man in the plaid shirt was tied to a chair, his head hung to the side, his face unusually pale, his chest blurred with flesh and blood, and he looked to have been dead for some time.

"Which of you brought a picture of Tevez Webb?"

Half-crouched, Ethan looked back.

"You don't have to."

Atwater's face was solemn: "I'm sure it's him." ”

This man's vehicle appeared outside the deceased's home last night, however, he was also dead.

The same shotgun trap, again.

This made everyone have a faint headache and was confused.

"Let's go out first."

Ethan patted the bomb disposal officer on the shoulder, and the group returned along the same route.

Retreat outside the house, and then stand up straight.

There was no mechanism, and several people were relieved.

"Next, I'm sorry for you."

Thanking the commander, Ethan walked over to where he had parked.

The situation inside has been figured out, and the bomb disposal team can work slowly next, there is no need for them to stay and waste time, and the follow-up situation will naturally be followed up by professional searchers.

"These two people definitely have something in common."

Ethan took out his mobile phone and said hurriedly: "As long as the murderer has a certain pattern of behavior, then it will be easy to do, go back first and find out what the two dead have in common." ”

"That's right, Rusek."

As he dialed the phone, he stopped the dejected playboy: "The new car is yours." ”

"It's amazing."

Russec was overjoyed and threw his arms around Atwater.

This kind of car, but can be driven back directly for private use, if there is a chance, who is not willing to drive a brand new car.

"Boss."

On the other side of the phone, Antonio's voice rang: "How are you over there?" ”

"Olinsky and I have taken Webb's wife back to the police station and are about to inquire about the situation."

"Tevez Webb is dead."

Ethan pulled the car door and continued: "Immediately start the inquiry, focusing on whether her husband and the deceased last night recognize each other. ”

Drop the car keys to Erin and pull the seat belt.

"Huh?"

Antonio's voice was a little confused: "Are you serious about the retired head of the psychology department at Central University in Chicago and a former criminal who drives a motorcycle repair shop?" ”

"A few words, do it."

Ethan said casually and hung up the phone.

It's no wonder that Antonio is confused, one is an intellectual, the other is an addict and an ex-criminal, neither of whom sounds like a man of the world.

However, since the murderer has chosen to do it to the two of them.

In them, there must be something in common.

It's just been two blocks away, and the phone buzzes and vibrates, and Ethan immediately pressed to answer:

"Tell me, what did you find?"

"Dr. Isaac Webb." Antonio excitedly: "He is a professor of psychology at Central University in Chicago and the father of Tevez Webb. ”

"Also, the deceased last night was Dr. Webb's mentor."

"Dr. Webb had a very good relationship with his mentor, like father and son, in the words of Tevez's wife."

"I see."

Ethan looked at Erin and said into the phone, "I'm going to find someone at Central University Chicago right now, and you continue to investigate that Dr. Webb's situation." ”

Erin glanced in the rearview mirror and quickly turned the steering wheel.

Vehicles roared, rolling up fallen leaves.

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