Hyde Park.

As the fists rained down, the screams continued to sound.

But none of the patrolmen present had the intention of going up to pull the fight, and the patrolmen who could come here were basically the patrol officers of the 21st Precinct, and they all knew what kind of person Ethan Morgan was.

It's good not to provoke others.

Right now.

Someone actually came to ambush him with a gun.

In fact, even if this incident happened to the patrol officers, they would react in the same way, and the most taboo thing for law enforcement officers is to be stolen by the other party.

After all, it's one of the few places where you can feel safe.

"Bang."

After another kick turned the ear stud into a bowed prawn, Ethan stopped beating in relief.

"Thank you."

Turning around, he stretched out his hand to the patrol officer next to him: "I'm sorry for you." ”

"You're welcome."

One by one, the patrol officers hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands, and they all looked at the old black with an unhappy face: "The people at the Jackson Park Police Department are too much, and this kind of thing can be done." ”

"Nope."

Ethan shook his head and patted one of the patrolmen on the shoulder:

"It's Team Roland."

"Not the Jackson Police Department."

The contradiction should not rise, in the final analysis, it is the problem of these black police.

The patrolmen also realized this and quickly nodded.

Just as he was doing it, the two bodies were carried out by the patrol officers, and one of them was covered with bullet holes, and blood was pouring all over the ground, making the corners of Ethan's eyes twitch.

These people can't kill themselves, but they disgust themselves to death.

Deep cleaning is a must-have.

In fact, don't look at Jia Bo as a technical nerd, he has all the skills he should have, and if he has the intention to fight or not, these people can't please him.

Take two steps forward and look at the corpse.

It was the other two white officers in Roland's squad, and Roland's guy wasn't one of them.

"We've seen it all around."

Just now, the patrolman explained: "I didn't find anything else unusual, and these three people should have come to attack you." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Jabber from time to time.

is worthy of being a friend of the sheriff, and he can get out of the way with one pick three.

The gaze is just appreciation, and it is not mixed with anything else, even if it is an ordinary person who is legitimate in self-defense, it is acceptable, not to mention that these people attack their own homes, and the patrol officers have no other ideas.

The transcript just now only asks what happened.

As he spoke, the pot-bellied patrolman's gaze swept to the ground from time to time, not only him, but everyone else.

When you are a police officer, there are few people who don't like guns.

The golden, unusually fine gold pistol attracts everyone's attention.

"Ahem~"

Ethan glared at Jaber and bent down to pick up the gold-plated Colt M1911, which he looked at in distress, but fortunately there were no scratches.

Inside the house, don't look at it yet.

Find people first and then talk about it, and come without being rude.

"Listen."

He shifted his steps again and stepped on the old black head with a blue nose and swollen stud earrings: "You are also a law enforcement officer, you should know that this kind of thing must not be escaped, and you want to carry it yourself." ”

"Or tell us where Roland is?"

"Hey."

The earrings Lao Hei finally recovered from the beating just now, he gasped and sneered and said, "Maybe you don't understand what righteous anger is, I did this alone." ”

"A few of us, just wanted to play a joke on you."

"Now you've killed two people."

As he spoke, his eyes rolled and he tried to think of some lesser crimes.

"Do you think my house will be without surveillance?"

Ethan looked at him like a fool, and then ran over his face after he had broken a few teeth: "To tell you the truth, Carter is not dead, the pharmacy and another guy killed Director Perry who was sitting in the car by mistake." ”

Hearing this, the ear stud Lao Hei forgot about the pain.

His gaze slanted desperately upward, trying to tell if it was true or false.

"Apartment No. 219 West Lake Road, right?"

Ethan let go of his foot and sneered: "The pharmacy has also recruited everything, and you have two choices now." ”

"First, you die of old age in prison by yourself, watching Roland travel around the world with your black money outside, and enjoy endless things like food, wine, and women."

"Second, the two of you will die of old age together in it."

"Eastern European Sauna."

Without the slightest hesitation, the earring stud Lao Hei hurriedly said: "He is waiting for our news there, that is actually his property." ”

"It's on the third floor, Falk !!"

"Oh?"

Ethan looked at him disdainfully.

The so-called righteousness disappeared in an instant.

When people are drowning, they will always try their best to drag down what they can catch together, and the reaction of the old black earrings is also normal.

Fortunately, Jaber was left alive.

Otherwise, I really didn't expect Roland to be in a sauna in Eastern Europe.

"Let's go."

Without further ado, sticking the pistol into his waist, he immediately beckoned Hank to get into the car, and at the same time looked at Burgess: "You and Roman both stay and help deal with things here." ”

A few shots of AK, there will definitely be some losses.

But that doesn't matter now.

Catching Roland is the top priority, living to see people, dead to see corpses.

Don't even think about running.

With that, he winked at Burgess, gestured in Jarber's direction, and looked into the room.

The female ranger nodded knowingly.

This is to stay and take care of one or two, don't get his friends to the police station, and the house can't be messed with by others, although he still wants to follow to catch Roland, but he can only suppress his thoughts.

A few more words to the patrolmen, and Hank and Hank quickly got into the car.

"Boom."

The Cadillac sped backwards.

No one noticed, and the front of the car shook inexplicably.

"Please."

Ethan quickly turned around and stepped on the accelerator: "Can you say hello, what if you go off?" ”

The vehicle just went backwards.

The gold-plated pistol was pulled away by Hank, and when he looked at it like a treasure, his eyes were about to be removed, and when he touched the pattern on the sleeve, it was more like touching the skin of a peerless beauty.

"You know what?"

Hankra pulled the sleeve and sighed.

"I don't know."

Ethan interrupted him angrily and waved his hand: "Take it, it's yours!" ”

"Haha."

Hank's face flushed, but he didn't mean to return the gun in the slightest, he happily unloaded the magazine, and kept playing: "This is a work of art, your friend shouldn't use it to fire." ”

"When you saw Hussein's golden firearm on TV, you didn't know how charming it was."

"I didn't expect that I could have one."

"Thank you~"

He smiled and patted Ethan's shoulder again, and the guy gestured excitedly with his gun in his hand.

Ethan shook his head and stepped on the gas throttle.

With Hank's friendship with himself, giving him a small gift is nothing.

It's just that there are only two golden guns themselves.

Somewhat distressed.

Frustratedly stepping on the gas, the Cadillac roared toward the West End.

(End of chapter)