"Boom~"

The escort car let out a roar and slowly reversed in the direction of the roller shutter.

"Whoa."

The roller shutter slowly rose upward.

Dennis Lee, Eddie Cao, and Reggie, all standing at the door in handcuffs and anklets, all three of them with blue noses and swollen faces, looking more miserable than the other.

"Hey."

Atwater said hello, checked the documents with the escort and checked the person's identity.

The other party is also an old acquaintance, and often comes here to pull people.

But what needs to be done is still to be done.

"What did these guys do?"

The driver who drove the car frowned and asked curiously, "It's really rare to be beaten like this by you." ”

I know that the intelligence team of the 21st sub-bureau is black.

But it's still rare to be black like this.

"Please."

Atwater checked the other party's documents and said seriously: "Who knows what is going on with them, they fought each other in the iron cage, and they couldn't stop them." ”

In fact, this is not wrong.

After escorting Dennis Lee to the garage just now, a conflict broke out as soon as he entered the iron cage.

The guy beat his nephew desperately, and it took two or three people to control it, and Reggie also received a lot of punches as a pond fish.

Next to him, Ethan smiled and nodded at the other escort.

He chewed gum, shook his hands and walked to the escort car, took out a small locator from his pocket when others were not paying attention, squatted down and tied a shoelace.

It only took a second or two to stand up quickly.

By this time, the gum in his mouth had disappeared and had been replaced by a cigarette.

"Boss."

After Atwater handed over the documents to the other party, he gestured OK to Ethan: "No problem, it's ready to be transferred!" ”

"Hmm."

Ethan returned with a cigarette in his mouth and looked into the escort car with a blank face.

The door has been opened.

It's empty, just two rows of seats on the left and right.

Under the order of the escorts, Eddie Cao couldn't wait to drill into the carriage, he had stayed enough in this ghost place, and he had never seen such a dirty strip after several violent beatings a day.

"This sheriff."

Before Dennis Lee got into the car, he turned his head to look at Ethan: "You're a good person, I believe we'll meet again." ”

Tonight, I was caught off guard.

It doesn't mean that it's all of his strength, and the state of mind that has lost his soul just now has been adjusted.

He glanced at Ethan fiercely, remembering what the other man was looking like.

"Hey."

Unexpectedly, the other party dared to threaten him, and Atwater's face sank and he was about to step forward to clean him up: "Do you want to remember me too." ”

"Don't do that."

Ethan stopped Atwater, bit his cigarette and shook his head and smiled, "We are all civilized people, don't be so impulsive." ”

"Besides, he's right."

"There is a saying in Chinese that the mountain and the river will eventually meet, and I think it makes a lot of sense."

"Right? Mr. Lee! ”

"That's right."

Dennis Lee nodded coldly: "Sheriff Morgan, we have met in the landscape!! ”

"Bang."

The doors slammed shut.

Looking at the vehicles in the distance, Atwater exhaled unevenly: "Boshi, you should have asked me to beat him up again just now, it's too cheap for this kind of bastard to go to prison." ”

"What do you think!"

Ethan looked at this guy with awe, and took off the police badge hanging on his waist: "Don't forget that we are CPD, and we can't use lynching casually, it's illegal." ”

"You say yes."

Atwater, accustomed to him coming up with a word or two like that every now and then, shrugged his shoulders and pressed the gate.

"Where are you going?"

Seeing the other party walking outside, the movements of the big old black hand paused.

"Find something to eat."

Ethan waved his hand back and strode towards his Cadillac: "You hurry up and get the finishing touches on the case, don't forget to ask Hank for a drink tonight." ”

“OK。”

Scratching his head, Atwater continued to flip the switch.

The hardest job, the sheriff has done.

What followed was just some unimportant paperwork, and he didn't dare to urge Ethan to go upstairs and finish the matter before leaving.

"Smack."

The silver badge flew high and landed in the palm of his hand.

As the badge continued to rise and fall, Ethan also came to the Cadillac, and the last time it fell into the palm of his hand, the Chicago police officer badge magically disappeared.

A roar rang out.

The light of the headlights pierced through the darkness and quickly moved forward.

In less than a minute, Cadillac came to the parking lot outside a fast-food restaurant and found a remote location to park.

The door opened, and the figure flickered.

Quickly crossed most of the parking lot, through the dirty lawn, and among a few trees, Ethan instantly had a black travel bag in his hand, which looked heavy and filled with a lot of things.

Continue on to another path.

A black Chevrolet was parked on the side of the road, and in the driver's seat, the dreadlocks were shaking to the music.

Touch.

Without saying a word, he slipped in and slammed the door shut:

"How's it going, is it tracked?"

"Uh-huh."

Jia Bo shook his wig and raised his orchid finger to light up the tablet in front of him: "Mommy Fake, don't doubt my ability to do things, never doubt." ”

In the middle of the screen, there is an electronic map.

A red dot of light flickered and was moving across the map.

"Let's go."

Unzipping the travel bag, Ethan's cold voice sounded: "I'm ready for everything, I'll take you to Lake Michigan tonight, the scenery of the starry sky in the middle of the night is quite good." ”

"I'm sure you'll love it."

"I doubt it."

Garber pouted and quickly put into gear, and the car quickly chased in the direction of the flashing red dot.

"Hiss~"

He sniffed his nose and swept over to Ethan, who was wearing gloves, "Mommy Farke, you killed someone just now?" ”

"I'm CPD."

Ethan changed his shoes and picked up another pair of gloves and threw them at the strangely dressed guy.

Then, the loose coat is pulled out from the inside.

Jaber took the thing and quickly put it on:

"So what?"

Taking out two more soft rubber masks and caps, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself: "Isn't it normal for strips to kill people?" ”

"Hahaha."

Jabber was so happy that the car shook and quickly held the steering wheel steady.

"Damn it."

Ethan cursed and took out two TEC-9s from his bag, and said angrily: "Be steady, we will have to wait a long time if we miss this opportunity, and we can't rush into the prison and kill people." ”

"Trust me, that's a hassle."

"You believe me, too."

Looking at the submachine gun in his hand, which was very popular with gangsters, Jabber's mind jumped: "I don't have any interest in knowing how troublesome that kind of thing is." ”

Listen to the tone, this bastard has already done something similar.

Jaber said he wasn't interested at all.

With a slam on the accelerator, the black Chevrolet sprinted forward like lightning.

(End of chapter)