"Forget it."

Olinsky still suppressed the little devil in his heart, and shrugged helplessly: "That kind of thing can't be done." ”

"But background checks, you have to."

The little baby who has been raised by himself for almost 20 years wants to go out with others for a few months, and when he thought of this, he gritted his teeth for a while: "As long as you have a criminal record, it is considered a traffic violation." ”

"I'm going to ruin this trip."

"Smart choice."

Ethan stretched out his fist and bumped into the other man in deep approval.

"Whatever you want."

Erin pursed her lips and raised her hands helplessly: "My advice is never to do this, in case Lexi knows, you know what to face." ”

"Poof~"

At this moment, the portable police walkie-talkie that Olinsky kept at hand rang: "Near the junction of Semak and Archer streets, patrol units with forcible demolition tools pay attention. ”

"There is a patrol officer asking for assistance, please reply if you receive it."

There is no emergency, and it doesn't seem like it's a matter of urgency.

"It's only two blocks from us."

Erin looked out and looked back at Ethan.

Olinski shoved the last waffle into his mouth, and also looked at his own sheriff, they had a lot of demolition tools in their cars, and the only thing to consider was whether they wanted to help.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with them.

"Goo."

Drinking the last sip of orange juice, Ethan picked up the napkin and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth: "The patrol has helped us a lot, now we can't pretend not to hear, let's go!" ”

"Police number L5021, this is Detective Erin Lindsay."

Erin grabbed the walkie-talkie and replied to the contact desk, "I have the tools here, I'll be there in a minute." ”

“OK。”

The liaison officer replied, "I'll notify the patrol officer now. ”

Olinski pulled out a few pieces of change and threw them on the table, paid for the meal for the other two, and picked up another toothpick.

Led by Ethan, the three of them walked out of the restaurant quickly.

"Huh~"

The sound of tires grinding sounded, and the three cars came to a sharp stop against the side of the road.

Ethan looked up to the side, it was a factory-like building, not very tall, but very wide.

In the vicinity of Chinatown, such buildings are rare.

"Hiss~"

He sniffed his nose and quickly reached out to cover it.

The movement of several people parking startled the patrol officers standing on the side of the road.

The guy licked his lips, hurriedly pressed his hand to the handle of the gun, made a defensive gesture, and asked for a simple tool support himself, and now what is the matter with the three cars rushing over.

And it was an ordinary vehicle, which made him a little flustered.

"The 21st Precinct Intelligence Group."

Ethan showed his badge and asked, "You asked for demolition tools?" ”

"That's right, sir."

The patrol officer was a Latino man with thick black hair, he looked at the civilian clothes on the other party, and quickly nodded: "Someone nearby called the police, saying that it smelled a foul smell, and I came to check." ”

"But no one was inside, and the roller shutter was chained up."

There was a faint stench in the air.

It smelled bad, like rotten eggs fermenting, and the Latin patrolman covered his nose with his hand when he spoke.

"Okay."

Erin got out of the car and pulled a hydraulic tong from her trunk: "Let's go see what the hell is going on." ”

People are coming, and you can't say it without taking a look.

Three plainclothes officers came over in a row, which made the patrol officers a little confused.

He shrugged his shoulders and followed.

After these people came, he suddenly became the existence at the lowest end of the food chain, and took the hydraulic tongs very interestingly, and stuck hard at the iron chain on the roller shutter.

"Bang, bang."

With two crisp thuds, the chain fell to the ground.

"Wow~"

Ethan grabbed the roller shutter and lifted it up with all his might.

"Fake."

"Shet!"

Cursing sounded one after another, and a foul smell gushed out like a wave of air, hitting them with a slashing head and face, and Ethan quickly covered his mouth and nose to dodge to the side.

Three others reacted in the same way.

After a while, they finally got used to the taste.

"I have a bad feeling."

Erin covered her nose, a little regretful that she had just pressed the walkie-talkie, and the smell was estimated to take many washes before it could be washed off.

"I'm just like you."

Ethan nodded silently and pulled out the python revolver from the holster.

The smell was like rotting meat.

This place is a large storehouse, and now the place where a few people sit belongs to the back street, there are no pedestrians, and there are vehicles parked everywhere on the side of the road.

And in front of it, is the street of Chinatown.

There won't be a meat slaughterhouse here, so there's a high probability that this smell is coming through.

Seeing this, the others also hurriedly took out their matching guns.

"Be careful."

Ethan reminded and walked slowly into the warehouse.

Inside, it's unusually empty.

There was nothing between the concrete pillars, and the only thing that existed was the foul smell in the air, which should have been precipitating in it for a while, and it was very nasty.

"I have a bad feeling too."

Olinsky's voice echoed through the empty storeroom: "Very, very bad premonition. ”

The pace of the four people quietly accelerated.

They followed the stench all the way to the innermost corner.

This place is a fenced room.

The stench came from a thick iron door that was hidden, and Ethan covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, stretched out his foot and kicked at the iron door.

"Bump."

After a muffled sound, his eyes choked.

Along with the overwhelming stench, the situation inside the house also appeared in front of everyone.

"God."

The Latin Patrolman's chest rose violently, his face turned pale, and his lips murmured, "Forgive me for these sins, Amen! ”

"Wow~"

Erin took two quick steps to the side, leaning against the wall with one hand, and vomited in pain.

This voice made the Latin patrol officer unable to hold back any longer.

"Gott~"

He spat on the ground as he ran.

"It's called a medical examiner."

Ethan clenched the handle of the gun and creaked, "Call someone, I need to know what's going on here." ”

"Damn it."

Olinsky's face was also unusually ugly, and he let out an angry curse excitedly: "These bastards, beasts. ”

"Beast without humanity!!"

In what could be said to be a secret room, six black-haired women were chained to the innermost wall, their bodies were covered with wounds, their faces were hideous, and their eyes were dead.

Ethan stared at the scene in front of him with a blank expression, his gaze moving back and forth.

These are all Asian women.

This is Chinatown, which means that there is a high probability that it is Chinese.

The corners of his mouth twitched at the thought of this.

The gaze suddenly stopped, and fell on the face of the woman in red, and a white maggot wriggled out of her lower eyelids.

This action made the eyes move slightly.

The two seemed to penetrate the boundary between life and death, and their eyes collided together. (End of chapter)