BFIPU.

Inside the Chase room, there is another air pressure.

Everyone was sullen, frowning and dealing with the few pieces of evidence in their hands, the phone kept ringing, and one surveillance video after another near the scene of the crime came.

However, there are also fishers.

Olinsky looked like no one was going to enter, but he was biting on the candy with taste.

The surveillance video in front of the screen kept playing, but the eyes were empty.

Just now, Erin found him.

The female police detective handed over to him the information that the rat had investigated and found Lexi's boyfriend, and his parents both had legitimate occupations, were from a middle-class family, and had no illegal records.

These also made him entangled.

The scales in my heart also began to tilt slowly.

Ethan walked up the stairs and saw a busy scene, these people were either holding back a fire or twisting a force, all of which were caused by themselves.

"Shhhh

He was a little embarrassed and blew his finger hard.

"Listen."

Looking at the people who raised their heads, he lowered his finger: "No one wants to see this happen, but there is no way, since this situation has occurred, we have to accept it." ”

"I know you're in a bad mood, but get over it."

"The investigation of the investigation."

He waved his hand heavily and pointed to the Franklin sheets on Erin's desk: "You can't let go of the life you should enjoy, remember, none of us are losers." ”

"Especially."

Grabbing Nadia's hand, Ethan held it aloft: "We have another champion tonight. ”

"She's passed her psychological exam."

"It's a time to celebrate, and it's all fun."

In Nadia's opinion, this is an inconsequential matter, but it is publicized by Ethan with such fanfare, and her face can't help but fly red.

However, after a generous statement, the mentality of these people is much more relaxed.

Although he was still holding back his strength, he could also see things away, and Rusek took the lead in applauding Nadia, and the mouse followed, and the silent chase suddenly became noisy.

"Boom~~~"

A dull sound sounded on the silent lake.

The surface of the water was broken, bringing up waves.

"You're right."

Lying comfortably on the sofa on the foredeck, Garber took a sip of red wine and said, "The starry sky on Lake Michigan is indeed beautiful, and it would be better if there weren't those two Maja Farks here." ”

"Woo woo woo~"

There was a muffled grunt, and the two sacks in front of them were writhing.

"There are so many opportunities."

Ethan stopped the boat and let it drift on the lake: "After tonight, you can play as much as you want." ”

After two or three strokes, he came down from the flybridge area.

"Bang."

The beer bottle was opened, and after taking a big sip, he turned into a line of water and poured it into the lake.

The action is still a little strange, and three horizontal lines are drawn.

"What are you doing here?"

Jabber threw a grape into his mouth for no apparent reason, and curiously walked over to the guardrail and looked down.

The lake was foaming at the water, and it was dark where the lights didn't reach.

Somehow, it seems, it's scary.

"It's fine."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ethan threw the beer bottle into the trash: "There's a friend who likes to drink beer down there, come here, just toast him!" ”

"Mommy Fake."

Jia Bo shuddered and scolded: "I don't want to know what happened at all, hurry up and finish it, if you dare to bring me here when you go out of the lake to play in the future, I will kill you." ”

It's such a bastard, it's either a shootout or a sunken corpse.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan took out a folded plastic sheet from the storage box next to him: "Unfold it for me, don't get dirty later." ”

"Bastard."

"It's always made me do this kind of work."

With Jabber's muttering, an area was quickly laid out on the foredeck.

Ethan casually threw his clothes aside, and said without looking back: "Don't look at me like that, or I'll throw you into the lake to feed the fish." ”

Looking at the sculpture-like body, Jaber poured red wine into his mouth in one go:

"Cut, I'm not interested."

"You don't want me to help you with the rest of the matter, I don't want to have nightmares."

Reluctantly glancing, he walked into the yacht with a bottle of red wine, and after a burst of manic punk rock resounded throughout the Morgan, Jaber took a big sip of the bottle, and let out a ghost cry wolf howl with the lead singer of Sum41.

"Woo."

The sack was untied, and the people inside came out one after another, and the taped mouths let out a desperate roar.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Ethan squatted down with a smile, and the axe blade slipped out a cold light and stuck it on Dennis Lee's face: "Mr. Li, we haven't seen each other for a long time, I think you must miss the time when I wore a police badge." ”

"Now, I'm helping those six girls get some of the things they deserve."

"You wouldn't mind, would you?"

A wisp of blood slowly flowed down the other party's face, and his eyes also glowed bloodthirsty.

The early morning sun shines through the branches and leaves of the trees on the roadside, leaving a little spot of light on the cars.

"Bump."

The sound of the door closing frightened a few small birds jumping back and forth in the trees and flapping their wings.

"Smack~"

The unidentified object falls, leaving a string of white marks on the shiny hood.

"Waterfa."

Ethan gestured his middle finger at the sky and let out an expletive.

Shaking his head, he strode to the side.

After most of the night's rest, he no longer looked like he was in the same state of mind yesterday and became energetic.

On the side of the road, familiar cars are parked.

Coming to a building that had been converted from an old factory, he stopped and looked up.

"Matador Club."

The signboard is a pattern in the style of two boxing gloves, one in front of the other.

This boxing training club is where Antonio and the rest of the Intelligence Group often come to exercise, but Ethan is here for the first time.

Usually, he works out at home by himself.

But last night, when he mentioned that he wanted to help Nadia get a membership, everyone else cheered, accusing him of not actively integrating into the team, and always enjoying the hateful capitalist life in Hyde Park alone.

In this way, he had to come over and play with these guys.

"Knock~"

The old glass door hits the brass bell, attracting the attention of a bald man behind the counter, who casts an inquiring look.

Throwing the backpack behind him, Ethan raised an eyebrow and said:

"I'm Ethan Morgan, and Antonio should have helped me with the formalities."

"Sheriff Morgan."

The fifty-year-old man quickly stood up and said happily: "I have heard your name for a long time, I am the owner of this training club, Hopkins, and I used to be a sergeant of the Chicago Police Department. ”

"Hello."

Ethan laughed and shook his hand.

It turned out to be the Blue Club as well, so it's no wonder that Antonio often encouraged himself to come over and exercise.

The gym is not big, only one floor.

It's all mottled red bricks, and there are old posters pasted on the walls, all of which are related to boxing, and it looks like it's been some years.

The sound of hitting the sandbag kept ringing.

Sunlight shines through the glass windows, and dust drifts slowly in the air.

"Dawson."

The old sheriff yelled inside, smiled at Ethan again, turned around and picked up the newspaper and sat down. (End of chapter)