Eastern European Saunas.

The Cadillac rushed onto the sidewalk and came to a sharp stop at the doorway.

In order not to startle the snake.

They didn't even notify the patrol to come to support, this is the Jackson Park Police Department precinct, who knows if there is someone who knows Roland who will give him a tip-off, causing this guy to escape.

"Smack~"

Ethan pulls the bolt and looks at Hank.

The latter knocked on the gold-plated M1911, opened his legs and ran upstairs.

“CPD。”

Coming to the reception hall on the second floor, Hank saw at a glance the woman who had taken him to the bathroom that day, and reached out to grab her:

"Where's Roland?"

A few soft shouts rang out.

There were still a lot of guests here at night, and they were startled when they saw the two heavily armed guys rushing up, but they were relieved when they noticed the police logo on the bulletproof vests.

"Don't run, don't scream, squat in place!"

Ethan raised his gun and let out a low growl.

No matter what happens in the United States, it's best to obey the police when they give instructions.

Let squat, don't lie on your stomach.

Unnecessary actions mean disobedience to orders.

That means you're in danger.

So after hearing his shouting, all five or six people in the hall obediently squatted down, not daring to make any moves.

"Upstairs."

The waitress looked at Hank's old face, and her feet suddenly became sore:

"The innermost office."

With a turn of the gun, Ethan took the lead and pounced upstairs.

"Bang."

The camera at the corner of the stairs was blown up by him with one shot.

Jump up the stairs to the third floor.

Another shot was fired, the camera glass splashed everywhere, the light points in the rooms on both sides shook, and the L-shaped corridor was quickly crossed by him, and his figure stopped abruptly when he came to the corner.

At this time, Hank had just reached the top of the stairs.

At the end of the hallway, the door was hidden.

Through the radar, it can be seen that the light point inside is in another position, and there is no ambush or anything like that.

Ethan grabbed the vase by the wall in confusion and walked slowly over.

Quiet, no movement.

Approaching the door, he waved his hand, and the vase whizzed forward, slamming and shattering, and the door opened.

"I see your car."

Roland's voice came quietly from inside: "I didn't expect you to come so quickly." ”

Walk slowly into the room.

The muzzle of the gun was firmly aimed in the direction of the point of light, and Roland was sitting on the sofa in the living room, muttering whiskey to himself, and on the coffee table in front of him, there were two large travel bags.

The zipper opened, and the money inside almost overflowed.

Five, ten, twenty, all of them are these small denominations.

According to Ethan's experience, there are about 1.5 million here, and so much money can be scraped in Jackson Park, Roland is also a talent, and I don't know how many exclusive dealers have been hacked.

"You think you can get away?"

Ethan looked around, not missing a corner.

"I'm a step too late."

Roland took a sip of whiskey and held the bottle up to motion, "Do I need to give you some?" ”

"No, you don't."

After confirming that there were no cameras, Ethan put his finger on the trigger: "You dare to let someone ambush me at my house, Mr. Roland, I have to say that you are quite bold, which I admire." ”

Hearing this, Roland was stunned as he took the whiskey's hand.

Soon, he smiled dumbly.

"Actually, everyone is the same person."

Raising his head, he squinted at Ethan: "I believe I didn't see the wrong person, you are the same as me, and it is not a loss to plant it in your hands." ”

As he spoke, Roland twisted his head slightly.

Hank also walked slowly into the room.

When he saw the money, he snorted coldly: "It seems that your harvest is good." ”

"That's good."

Roland shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of whiskey: "More than one and a half million dollars, a lot of Chicago cops can't make money in a lifetime, how about it, do you have any ideas?" ”

"Thirty-five out of 100."

His breath became rapid, and he glanced back and forth between the faces of Ethan and Hank, "Just follow your rules, like this?" ”

"Just raise your hand."

Exhaling the smell of wine, Roland gritted his teeth and said, "You can get more than a million dollars." ”

"It's a great deal!!

Although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, he was now his only chance.

"Humph!"

Hank smiled slightly, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "Ordered to take action against the two policemen, and Director Perry also died under your orders, do you think this money can allow you to escape unharmed?" ”

"Trust me."

Roland squeezed the wine glass hard and said in a muffled voice, "I never thought of killing Perry, it was just an accident." ”

"As for Sheriff Morgan."

He put the cup down, twitched the corners of his eyes, and said, "I see that you have not been hurt at all, and half a million dollars is enough to make up for the mental damage you have suffered." ”

"You know what?"

Looking at Hank in a daze, Roland's face became fanatical: "When I was a newcomer, you were a legend. ”

"You're the only guy who has the guts to get the mafia to hand over protection money."

"Everyone knows a truth, if you don't pay Boit, then you will definitely not be able to get along in the road, and you have always been my target."

"All this is just the result of what I learned from you."

Ethan looked at Hank with a smile, not expecting this guy to be his little fan brother.

In fact, Hank is not as exaggerated as the other party said.

Many things are spread by falsehood.

It's just that Hank has never denied these things, whether it's a good name or a bad reputation, only a certain reputation, then it's a good thing for his job.

At least a lot of things will be easy to do.

So in the face of Ethan's gaze, he just scratched his ears and didn't respond to the other party's words at all.

"Please."

Roland stretched out his arms and gestured in front of the two large duffel bags, pleading: "It's just the three of us here, take it, no one will know!" ”

"That's not right."

Ethan shook his head slowly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "We can't do this, it's the wrong behavior." ”

"There's still someone who'll know."

"Removing hidden dangers, that's the right thing to do."

He picked up the gun in his hand, pressed the trigger lightly with his fingers, and swept the afterglow of his eyes to Hank: "I'm a poor man, and things in my house are broken and need to be renovated, which is very expensive." ”

"I'm sure I'll hide the bag, how about it?"

"Hmm."

Hank thought for a moment and raised his arm: "It's a good idea, but you can only take half of it, otherwise it will be bad with the police department." ”

“NO、NO、NO。”

Roland's pupils contracted violently, and his face became frightened: "What are you doing here!! ”

"Nothing."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "I'm just teaching you what a qualified black policeman should do, we will help you spend your money well, pay attention to it in the next life, don't mess with people who shouldn't be messed with." ”

Looking at the muzzles of the two black holes, Roland sat weakly on the sofa. (End of chapter)