Most of the surrounding buildings are tall factory buildings, and the traffic is sparse not far away.

The wild grass under the trees by the river swayed in the wind.

This place is exactly what Burgess said, perfect for concealment, and there is no surveillance around, and it is very hidden when you park your car in a secluded corner.

"I see."

Ethan nodded and waved his hand, "Everyone search separately, pay special attention to the place where there is a garage." ”

"Call a few more patrolmen over and check it out."

"Understood."

A few people in the back nodded, and immediately dispersed.

The two of them quickly searched the middle of nowhere, and Roman grabbed the walkie-talkie from the patrol car and called out loudly.

In terms of position, the patrol officers are lower than them.

But the role of the patrol is also huge, and they can provide them with very powerful help in all aspects.

Flicking fists with Burgess, Ethan turned to get into the car.

I have a radar with me, of course, it is most convenient to search by car, as long as I drive close to the building, even if the truck is parked in the building, the two points of light are still obvious together.

After driving through a street, quickly turn around at the next intersection.

Along the river, continue your search.

Some distance ahead, Olinsky and Rusek were seen standing on the bank of the river, and their eyes were both staring straight into the river.

"Hey."

Ethan quickly drove over, turned the steering wheel, and parked the car not far behind the two: "What did you find?" ”

"Bump."

Closing the door, he strode over.

"Ethan."

Olinsky pulled off his cap, turned his head and said with a serious expression: "We need to contact the fire department, the situation is not right here." ”

Dirt on the ground, a few ruts.

Looking at the direction, it is to rush in along the river bank.

Ethan hurriedly quickened his pace, and when he came to Olinsky's side, he gasped, and the barbed wire fence on the bank was overturned, and it was crushed into the river.

The river is trickling, and a truck is looming underneath.

Several people glanced at each other, and Ethan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"That guy."

Rusek swallowed hard: "He should have taken the hostages, yes, it must be so, yes." ”

Self-soothing, there is no point.

Ethan took out a cigarette from his pocket and said in a deep voice: "Contact the main station and ask them to notify the fire department to arrange a crane to come." ”

Hearing this, Rusek hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

A lake breeze blew, and the gray smoke swept up into the sky and quickly dissipated.

Next to the huge crane, surrounded by many patrol officers.

Knowing that there is a child who is also being kidnapped, it touches the hearts of many people, and they look at the pickup truck that is being lifted high, put their hands together, and pray silently in their hearts.

At the very least, there are the members of the Intelligence Group.

Ethan looked up and watched as the boom lowered the van.

When it hits the ground, there is a muffled sound.

Without waiting for the fire station to untie the cable, he quickly stepped forward and snatched the hammer from the fireman's hand and swung it heavily at the iron lock on the tailgate.

"Boom."

A loud bang echoed along the riverbank.

Throw the hammer to the ground next to it, pull the handle open, and push the tailgate up.

"Whoa."

The remaining water in the carriage poured out, wetting his pants.

The situation inside is also in full view.

"Oh my God."

Antonio gritted his teeth and looked up at the blue sky with white clouds, his fingers twitching quickly on his body and forehead, and his mouth sent out a blessing to the deceased.

On the side, Erin and Burgess looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"Fake."

Atwater slammed his foot at the stone on the ground, kicking it more than a dozen meters away, and falling into the river with a thud.

With a press of his hands, Ethan tossed into the car.

The sound of heavy footsteps knocked on everyone's hearts.

Two people, one older and one small, were lying on the floor of the carriage, their hands and feet firmly tied, and the black tape on their mouths was tightly wrapped.

The skin is extremely pale and already has some puffiness.

Squatting down, Ethan gently brushed the messy hair from their faces and looked closely.

Confirming that this was the husband and child of the check-changing office worker, he stood up with a clenched cheek, strode outside, and jumped out of the car with a thud.

"Confirmed."

Looking at a few people in the intelligence team, he shook the water in his shoes: "It's the hostage who was kidnapped." ”

"Damn it."

Erin scolded excitedly: "That bastard obviously has a chance to put people down, park the car in a corner casually, he has no problem running away as he wants." ”

"Why, you have to kill someone."

The surrounding circle of Chicago police officers all fell silent, and the firefighters silently packed up their belongings.

This kind of thing, no one wants to see.

"Shet."

Erin's chest heaved and she cursed in a low voice, "I won't tell you about this death, I don't want to see that poor woman." ”

In his forties, his husband and children are gone.

That kind of emotion can be imagined.

Ethan shifted his gaze to look at a group of men, and everywhere he looked, the bastards bowed their heads, all of them looking resistant.

In a department like theirs, it's not gunfights that are afraid.

It's tears.

"Orlinsky." Ethan patted the water stains on his pants and said helplessly, "You and I can go." ”

Boss, it's not that easy to be.

When you encounter this kind of thing, you can't shrink back.

But it is still necessary to pull a cushion, Olinsky is about the same age as the other party, and he has more experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

Live, leave it to others to deal with.

Ethan got into the car and took Olinsky to the woman's house.

The other party was just scared and fainted before, and after waking up, he went home and waited for news, and he didn't know how he would react when he heard the bad news.

Thinking of this, he lit his cigarette irritably.

The vehicle went on a rampage under his driver, venting that anger.

"Huh~"

The tires rubbed the ground and came to a slam to a stop.

The eyes of the two people in the car looked at the three-story building on the side of the road, where several children's toys were scattered on the lawn in front of the house, and the woman sitting on the sofa could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The back is almost motionless, and the blonde hair falls limply.

"Let's go."

Ethan shook his head, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Together, they crossed the stone path in the front yard and walked up the steps to the porch.

"Bumper bumper."

There was a knock on the door, and a dull sound echoed through the room.

The woman in a daze came back to her senses, she stood up sharply, and rushed to the front door, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar face through the cat's eyes.

She hurriedly unlocked the two safety locks and opened the door again.

"Ms. Nomak."

Ethan didn't know how to react, so he could only say expressionlessly: "I'm Sheriff Morgan, this is Detective Olinsky, and I've met you before." ”

"I remember."

Nomark replied, looking away from the two of them and looking behind him.

(End of chapter)