The address mentioned in the phone is close to the West End, which is far away.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, the duty cars rushed to the scene with a flashing blue light.

At the scene of the crime, five or six patrol cars have gathered.

The cordon was raised, and the patrolmen were asking the onlookers about the sightings, and the blue light shone through half the sky, and all the officers looked extremely nervous and angry.

"Bang~~~"

The sound of the door closing sounded one after another, and Ethan hung the police badge with a gloomy face.

Lead the way.

Walk over with a group of people.

"This is now being taken over by the Intelligence Unit of the 21st Precinct." Raising the cordon, he shouted at the patrol officers at the scene: "Everyone must cooperate with my work unconditionally." ”

"Hey."

He stretched out his hand to the ambulance that was about to leave next to him, and shouted:

"Stop it, don't leave !!"

Hearing his words, several patrol officers rushed forward and quickly stopped the ambulance that was in motion.

Although they were notified of the situation on the way over, when they saw the scene in front of them, the people in the BFIPU slowed down, and their eyes were filled with angry flames.

"Falk !!"

Olinsky's brows furrowed, and he pulled off his duckbill hat in hatred.

Erin couldn't bear to look at her.

Turning around, she looked at the tall buildings in the distance and kept taking deep breaths.

"Crunch."

Stepping on broken glass, Ethan and Hank stepped forward slowly.

A black Buick sedan was parked on the side of the road, with the driver's window shattered and the windshield with several fist-sized holes.

And Director Perry sat quietly in the driver's seat.

The head droops.

The khaki coat he was wearing was stained with blood, and a breeze blew to carry away the smell of blood.

Soon, hurried footsteps sounded again.

"Oh my God."

Fisher was notified and hurried over.

Seeing the scene in front of him, his body shook and his pupils contracted violently.

"Morgan."

Fisher clenched his fists and looked at Ethan angrily: "I will bear the consequences, you only have one thing, that is, to arrest the person who shot Director Perry, I don't care what method you use." ”

"I just want the result, as long as I see the murderer."

"Alive, dead."

"It doesn't matter!"

When someone of this level is shot in the street, he is bound to respond most violently.

Even if he pokes out the big basket, the Chicago police department top brass will collectively save him, for the simple reason that if this kind of thing can be endured, then will the next person to be shot will become.

Ethan looked at Perry and nodded expressionlessly.

The other party had sat with him a few hours ago, and now he was a cold corpse sitting in a broken car.

This picture is too impactful.

Without any words from Fisher, Ethan and Hank had already made up their minds that whoever did such a thing would never give him a chance to escape.

"Director."

The female patrolman came in small steps and greeted Fisher.

"Director Boyt."

Ponytail flicked and nodded to Hank.

"Sheriff Morgan."

Burgess's little face turned a little pale, she took the record sheet in her hand and said hurriedly: "All the people around have asked, this is what happened just now, two gunmen, approaching on foot." ”

"It's all shotguns."

"The gunman was dressed in red and black, and no one could see his face."

Looking at Ethan, she nodded and said, "Those two drove a car with a number plate obscured and quickly fled the scene. ”

"The other person was also shot, and he was quite conscious."

The female patrol officer took a deep breath, shook her head again, and said, "But we didn't have a chance to communicate with him, and the ambulance staff had been giving him relevant first aid measures just now." ”

After speaking, Burgess couldn't help but look at Perry again.

There was not the slightest fear.

In her heart, nothing but anger and sadness were felt.

From Burgess's newcomer to the company, Perry was the director of the 21st Precinct, until the other party was about to retire, and he was transferred from the police department to the second line, and it is impossible to say that there is no emotion.

"Red-black?"

Horstead crossed his hands on his hips and gritted his teeth, "This is the iconic color of the Evil Lords. ”

"Buzz."

At this time, Ethan's phone vibrate.

He squinted his eyes as he looked at the text message from the mouse above.

Thoughts came to mind.

"Hey."

Disgruntled shouts were heard in the distance: "Waltfa, there is a patient in the car who has been shot, I need to take him to the hospital as soon as possible." ”

The first responder, dressed in a dark blue ambulance suit, was stopped by two patrol officers, who were so anxious that he jumped to his feet, waving his hands vigorously at the Chicago police officers who were clearly leading the way not far away.

In the midst of his shouts, a group of people who looked fierce and vicious walked over.

The momentum frightened the young man into taking a step back.

"How's that guy inside?" Ethan swept to the half-covered tailgate of the ambulance and asked the first responders questions.

"He's a lucky guy."

The white brother swallowed and pointed to his shoulder: "Here I was hit by two projectiles, and I was wounded through." ”

"Still." He said angrily:

"This is also an unfortunate fellow, who was stopped by a group of police officers and prevented from going to the hospital for first aid."

"Trust me."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "That's not the most important thing right now. ”

The patrolmen stepped out of the way, and he pulled open the door and quickly got inside, followed by Hank with a quick follow, shutting the thick tailgate with a bang, blocking the footsteps of those behind.

An individual, can only wait outside.

As a client, Carter definitely knew the most things, and he didn't have the time to ask slowly after the operation.

And the situation is urgent.

Given the situation of the other party today, maybe some means will be necessary.

Realizing this, Olinsky immediately waved his hand to drive the people around him away, and the white first aid guy was also picked aside by two burly patrolmen.

Inside the ambulance.

Carter reclined on the stretcher bed, his clothes ripped open to reveal his upper body.

The gauze was stained with blood.

His swarthy face was beads of sweat the size of beans.

"Hey."

Seeing the two of them come in, he struggled and said, "I shot back, but it all happened too fast." ”

"There's no time to waste, you listen to me."

Hank sat down next to him and asked word by word, "Is the murderer a member of the Evil Lords Gang?" I need a clue! ”

"It's not."

Carter shook his head slowly, and said resentfully: "They pretend to be, but no, I saw the front of a person, although he was wearing a face towel, I still recognized it at a glance, nicknamed the drugstore, and it was a member of the Latin monarchs' gang." ”

"Why?"

The corners of his eyes twitched, and Hank said sharply, "Since you know each other, then it must be coming for you." ”

"Why are these people chasing you?"

Carter was stunned for a moment, and quickly said with a trembling lips: "I don't know." ”

"Oh?"

Ethan clicked on his phone to look at the content on it, and said with interest: "Then I don't think you must know about a murder that happened last month in the apartment at 219 Westlake Road in Jackson Park, right?" ”

The fluttering words made Carter's pupils contract violently.

The sweat on his forehead came more urgently. (End of chapter)