"How?"

Olinsky took out a cigarette case and a lighter from Ethan's pocket and asked boredly, "What did you talk about, is she okay?" ”

"Nothing."

Ethan started the car and turned the steering wheel: "She can't be well, and the rest of her life will be torture for her." ”

"It doesn't matter what choice she makes."

"That's right."

Orlinsky didn't know the special meaning of these words, shook his head and said: "Her life is ruined, and there is no possibility of repairing it." ”

"By the way, where are we going?"

Seeing the car moving the other way, Olinski threw the cigarette he had taken two puffs out of the window: "This is not the direction back to the police station. ”

"To deliver on our promises."

Ethan pressed down the throttle hard and said coldly, "There is only one way to find that bastard as quickly as possible." ”

The Cadillac roared and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Chicago Hospital.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened, and the two of them frantically searched for the room number that Nadia had just sent, and on the way there, they received a notification from her that Walsh's surgery had been completed.

Now it seems that they were lucky.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw the patrol officer sitting outside the ward.

I don't have to look for it, and I specify that it is here.

"Sir."

Seeing the two people wearing civilian clothes with police badges approaching, the patrol officer hurriedly stood up: "The prisoner has just been sent to the ward and has not yet come to his senses. ”

"Good."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "Stay outside and don't let people in." ”

"Understood."

The patrolman swallowed his saliva and nodded hurriedly.

Ethan pushed the door open and strode in with Olinsky, where Walsh was lying on top of the hospital bed, perhaps because of the painkillers he had just taken, and his expression looked a little pleasant.

He pulled out his disposable gloves and put them on himself neatly.

He walked over to the head of the bed and grinned at the sleeping Walsh, his fingers spread and pinched hard at the bandage on his shoulder.

"Ah!!h

A scream of pain came from inside the hospital room.

The patrolman standing outside the door suddenly shuddered when he heard this voice, and his footsteps moved slightly, and then stopped.

"What's your companion's name?"

The effect of the painkiller has obviously subsided a lot, Ethan looked at Walsh with a smile, and squeezed it hard: "Also, where is he?" ”

"Fake."

There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, which made Walsh quickly come to his senses, and he slapped the hospital bed in pain:

"Let go, I need a lawyer."

"There is no lawyer."

Ethan fumbled to a place where he had sunk in, rubbing his fingers vigorously and said, "It's just me, if you don't say it, I promise you'll go into the operating room again." ”

"Let it go."

Walsh roared loudly, "You bastard, let go, I need a trade." ”

"You help me intercede, or I won't say a word."

"Hey."

A shout came from outside the door: "Damn it, get out of the way." ”

Hurried footsteps sounded, and a doctor in a Chicago hospital uniform barged in quickly: "What are you doing, this is a hospital!" ”

When he came inside, he was stunned.

Two people full of evil aura gathered around the patient, one left and one right, and their cold eyes glanced at him.

The patient on the bed, covered in cold sweat.

"It doesn't matter who you are." The doctor swallowed his saliva and said excitedly, "This is a hospital, a place to save people, you can't do this." ”

At this time, the patrol officer outside also followed.

He was a little embarrassed and stood in the corner with an embarrassed expression.

"You have your job."

Ethan stepped forward and stared into the doctor's eyes: "I have my job too. ”

"This person."

Pointing to the hospital bed, the cold voice continued: "His accomplice drove a wagon with hostages into the river because the robbery failed. ”

"A little boy of a few years old and his father were drowned alive."

"What we're doing now is to find out the robber and give the child's mother an explanation."

"So."

Ethan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Let me continue to do my job, is it okay?" ”

Walsh didn't know what was going on, but he was convinced that his companion was not lying, and that his companion could really do such a thing.

A hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

I am also more sure that I must negotiate a good condition for myself, otherwise, I don't know how many years I will squat.

Hearing these words, the doctor who broke in struggled with his expression.

"Be quiet."

He gritted his teeth, turned around and walked outside: "Don't make noise until others rest. ”

"Hey."

Walsh was in a hurry and was about to shout.

"Hmm."

Olinsky was quick and covered the guy's mouth.

"Don't scream."

Turning around, Ethan smiled at Walsh, "I'm sorry, I was too reckless just now." ”

"The doctor is right, it's not good to hit someone."

Before Walsh could relax, Ethan quickly tore off all kinds of instruments and equipment attached to this guy's body, and was just shot in the shoulder, so there was no need to get so many things to test.

Give him these things and waste taxpayers' money.

In a matter of seconds, he pushed the bed outside, and Olinsky cooperated even though he didn't know what he was going to do.

As for the patrol police, they followed closely.

Arriving at the bathroom at the end of the hallway, Ethan stopped and walked in by himself.

"Knock knock."

After a few muffled sounds, two people hurriedly ran out of it.

"I'll say it again."

Ethan walked out of the toilet and said to the patrolman, "Don't let anyone in, you know what I mean?" ”

"Got it, Sheriff Morgan."

The patrolman knew each other, and he knew that this sheriff was ruthless.

I also know that BFIPU does not follow the rules.

However, he knew what was going on, and he didn't mind making the person lying on the hospital bed suffer, anyway, the two guys from the intelligence group wouldn't kill people here.

"Come on."

Ethan grabbed Walsh and dragged him to the bathroom: "This is a civilized society, we need Sven." ”

"Don't."

Walsh struggled desperately: "What do you want to do, don't do it." ”

"Deal."

He roared excitedly: "I said, I am willing to trade, all you need is to plead with the prosecutor." ”

"Heist it, huh?"

Ethan grabbed his hair and pushed him into the next seat: "Kidnapping is right, it's so powerful, why don't you rob the gang?" ”

"You kind of garbage, you are qualified to negotiate a deal with me?"

"Stop."

Walsh looked at the toilet bowl close at hand, and twisted his body playfully: "I said, I'll say everything." ”

"Remember to hurry up next time~"

Ethan had a cold face and pressed his head into the toilet bowl hard: "This is to wake you up, you're welcome." ”

"Whoa."

The button slammed down, and the water swirled down the inner wall of the toilet, quickly soaking Walsh's head, and the large blisters surged up one after another as he struggled desperately.

Thank you for having a bottle of 86 year old Lafite brother reward support, thank you!

(End of chapter)