Looking at the computer screen reflecting the shade of the trees, everyone frowned.

If there are kidnappers here, there will always be some clues, but now there is not even a single movement, except for the thief, everything seems so unremarkable.

"The more it's okay, the more it's wrong."

Antonio tossed the broken glass in his hand and said in a deep voice: "The windows were broken, the wallet was stolen, and the owner of the car never called the police, it seems that someone does not want to deal with our police." ”

"The more they don't want to deal with us."

Horstead took over and agreed: "The more we have to find that person." ”

As he spoke, he looked anxiously at the house on the side of the road.

It was his comrades who were held hostage

Adhering to the truth that everything has come, Ethan closed the laptop: "Antonio, Rusek, Olinsky, and Atwater, the four of you search to the right, and the remaining four follow me on the left." ”

"Search the entire street and don't let go of anything suspicious."

Everyone nodded.

Stuffing the bald man into the patrol car, the nine quickly split into two squads and slowly searched along the sidewalk, squiring their eyes everywhere in an attempt to find anything that didn't make sense.

At this time, everyone who should go to work has gone to work.

The people who are fooling around have not gotten out of bed yet, so they look clean.

The footsteps sounded unhurriedly, and the two groups seemed to be walking, strolling in the shade of the trees, Ethan lit a cigarette in his spare time, and his sharp eyes swept everywhere.

"Huh~"

A whistle sounded in the opposite street.

Russec let go of his finger and waved at them again.

Five people stepped on the leaves on the ground, whistling and rolling over like a gust of wind, and came to him in less than three seconds.

At this time, Ethan's figure froze.

Three points of light quietly appeared on the radar, and looking at the arrows, they were all in the basement of the house in front of them.

This is not right.

What are so many people doing in the basement at this time.

And they dispersed, and the movement didn't look like a party, and he realized something, and took a hard puff of his cigarette.

"What did you find?"

Slowly puffing out smoke, he was the first to ask.

Even if he didn't find anything, he found an excuse to break in and take a look.

"Don't you think that's wrong?"

Pointing to a corner of the flowerbed next to the house, Rusek frowned and said, "The flowers and plants next to it are almost yellow, but this automatic sprinkler looks like new." ”

"Hey."

Burgess narrowed his eyes and stepped forward quickly: "What's this black spot in the sprinkler?" ”

White fingers, touching the sprinkler head.

Before she could exert herself, she felt a loosening, and she simply pulled hard, and the automatic sprinkler head buried in the soil was pulled out along with several wires underneath, and the black spot was also clearly visible to her.

Mirror, roll by roll, glowing.

"Shet."

As if she felt that someone inside was staring at her, she hurriedly threw things away: "This is a surveillance camera disguised as a sprinkler!! ”

"Team B, back door."

Ethan finally waited for the opportunity, took off his cigarette and threw it on the ground: "Team A, follow me." ”

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of sparks.

Soon they were trampled by the chaotic footsteps, and several people rushed backwards along the alley next to the house, and several people quickly walked up the steps under his leadership.

“CPD！”

"Bang."

He slammed the door open, and the people behind him broke into the house.

"Safety."

The muzzle of the gun swept around the living room, and he let out a low cry.

"Let's go upstairs."

Erin slapped Horstead on the shoulder, and the two of them took Glock and rushed up the stairs with solemn expressions.

Combined with the previous situation, plus that weird camera.

They don't believe this house if there is no problem with it, so they are very careful, and no one knows what will happen in it.

The back door, too, was broken.

The other four men barged in a few seconds too slowly, and immediately launched a search.

With the shouts of safety, everyone's faces became confused, the house was obviously uninhabited, the table was covered with a layer of floating ash, and the stove in the kitchen was unused.

Ethan frowned, this movement is not small now.

The three points of light below were not in the slightest sense of being alarmed, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace, trying to find the secret door to the basement.

"Hey."

Burgess's cry came from the inner room:

"Discover the basement."

Ethan spread his legs and was the first to pounce into the room where the female patrolman was.

The other party flicked his ponytail, held the gun in both hands and pointed it at the open closet in the corner, and looked at Ethan with a nervous expression:

"There's a staircase down here."

"Be careful."

He waved quickly and motioned for Burgess to step back.

He walked over to the closet with his pistol and looked down.

Narrow stairs are steep.

The lights are dim.

An indescribable smell spread through the air, making his eyebrows tighten tightly.

Fishy smell.

Urine smell.

Sweat, tobacco, and leaves are all mixed together, and it's very appealing.

"Tap."

Listening to the dense footsteps, Ethan stretched out his hand and pressed it: "Don't make too much noise, Olinsky and Erin are on guard above, and the others will follow me down." ”

Holding back the unpleasant smell, he crouched down and moved down.

Behind, Burgess followed second.

The tactical flashlight Glock in her hand glowed brightly, moving with Ethan's gaze.

Soon, his feet were firmly on the ground.

It's very muggy here.

There is a ventilation hole in the wall next to it, but it is obvious that it does not do much.

There's a ghostly glow down there.

On the table next to the corner, the computer screen is divided into four squares, corresponding to the various angles outside the room.

"Hey."

Burgess pointed to one of the familiar surveillance feeds and whispered, "This is the camera I dialed out of the front door." ”

Several people glanced at each other, and their eyes fell on the curtain next to them.

The basement is clearly divided.

They are now in a very small position, and the only way to get to other places is the curtain.

Just now, a few guns were aimed in this direction, for fear that someone would suddenly come out, either they were lucky enough that the person in charge of the guard was not here, or the person watching the surveillance would hide inside.

Ethan stepped forward and leaned against the curtain.

The people behind also dispersed, nervously holding their guns, and the sweltering environment quickly covered their bodies and foreheads with sweat.

"Huh!"

Grab the curtain and pull it hard.

The unpleasant smell instantly worsened a lot, but when they saw the scene inside, no one cared about the smell, and their faces became shocked, and anger almost erupted from their eyes.

Ethan also looked inside.

It was an iron cage that resembled a prison barn.

The points of light on the radar turned into naked girls with blank expressions, locked in a one-person-high iron cage like pigs and dogs. (End of chapter)