Basement.

The stench was pervasive, and the dust drifted in the sunlight illuminated by one or two vents.

There are a total of five iron cages, holding three girls.

Their expressions were dazed, their mouths were covered with leather masks, and there was no wisp on their bodies except for the bedding on the ground.

One blue and one purple.

Bruises.

Notice the person who appears at the doorway.

Some girls subconsciously got up, cocked their hips, and shook slightly.

This kind of action is to please the comer.

Whether it's praying for food, or praying not to be beaten.

"Whew."

With a clear expression, he slowly stood up.

When she saw the patrol uniform that Burgess was wearing, the woman excitedly clasped the iron net, tears burst out like a burst, and she sat down on the futon on the ground.

"Oh my God."

Rusek cursed in his mouth and couldn't help but cover his mouth.

"Bang."

Antonio threw a heavy punch at the wall next to him, and though his skin was open, the anger was enough to suppress any pain.

My father's instincts were not wrong.

Fraser's daughter was kidnapped by traffickers, and more than one person has been kidnapped.

No need to ask, you know what these people have been through.

"Tell Erin to come down and help."

Ethan looked at the people behind him with a cold face, and commanded sharply: "Notify the ambulance and forensic office, the relevant search must be fast, if those people find that this place is exposed, they will soon transfer the others." ”

"Every minute counts right now."

"Burgess, Olinsky, Antonio stayed, and the rest went up and searched the whole house, not letting go of any details."

No matter how optimistic people are, it is impossible to think that there are only three girls who have been kidnapped.

They have to find out as soon as possible.

As one person went up, Ethan angrily looked at the wall next to him, where there were leather whips, crowbars and other torture instruments, these things were not toys, bloodstained things, and did not make people feel any fun at all.

This is for taming.

Grab a crowbar and stride over to the cage.

"Bang."

Sparks splashed, and the locks fell.

With a bang, the locks were knocked open, and Burgess sprang in, wrapping the dirty, smelly bedding around the men with red eyes.

Erin also came down quickly.

She looked at everything in front of her in shock, and gritted her teeth to search and rescue.

"Bang dang."

Knocking the last lock open, Ethan dropped the crowbar, pulled open the cage door and strode in: "Hey, don't be afraid, this is the Chicago cop, you're safe now." ”

A gust of fishy wind blew, and the woman who was still clear just now hugged him tightly.

The body is shaking.

"It's okay."

Ethan hurriedly helped her untie the leather mask, and was about to ask something.

only to find that the girl had fainted.

"Boss."

Antonio put on his gloves, picked up the syringe that had been dropped on the table next to him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Those bastards also injected them with the unique product, the usual control method of human traffickers. ”

"Then it will be difficult for them to have the heart to resist."

"That's right."

Burgess grabbed the arm of the girl in his arms and said angrily, "It's all pinholes." ”

"After you catch those people." Olinsky grabbed the crowbar that Ethan had just dropped on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said, "I need you to give me five minutes, five minutes alone with those people." ”

"Bang."

Antonio kicked the table over in anger: "I think you need to line up, line up behind me." ”

"Is there Sarah?"

Now is not the time to think about that kind of problem, Ethan brushed the girl's messy hair in his arms, and found that it was not Fraser's daughter, and hurriedly asked the side: "Check it." ”

"Nope."

Burgess scrutinized and replied loudly.

"I'm not here either." Erin wiped the other person's face clean and shook her head with a solemn expression.

"Go to the hospital."

Ethan strained slightly and picked up the girl: "You can only ask for Sara's information after the other party is sober, Antonio, you stay and investigate the things that can be investigated as soon as possible." ”

"Roger."

Antonio nodded, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Woo~"

The hum of sirens pierced through the walls, sounding near and far.

In the reception room, two people sat cross-legged against the wall, and one of them occasionally opened a shutter and peeked outside.

Sweat was already oozing from his face, and his emotions were starting to get agitated.

"Hey."

The rat rolled his eyes and began to save himself: "Where did you serve?" ”

Fraser glanced at him on the other side and didn't speak.

"You're using a military pistol."

Shrugging his shoulders, the mouse continued: "And the way you introduce yourself, all kinds of movements, this is a habit only soldiers have. ”

"I'm a commando."

He raised his hands slightly, indicating that he did not pose any threat: "I am also a civilian, and I have been to Afghanistan several times." ”

At this time, it is necessary to have some communication with the other party.

Even if there is a little relationship, it is enough for the other party to hesitate at a critical moment.

A pair of eyes, looking at each other sincerely.

Fraser pursed his lips.

After a while, he finally relented: "Marines, I've been to Iraq a few times. ”

"Hmm."

The mouse nodded slowly and smiled, "Those damned, shameless politicians, if you have a chance, should send them to that kind of hell for a few days, and you probably can scare them into their pants." ”

In this country, if the weather is bad, there may be a few arguments.

But scold politicians.

Only unanimous echoing, no doubt.

"That's right."

"Nobody wants to be in that kind of place if it weren't for those damn politicians." Fraser's lips trembled slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Sarah, I have been traveling to Iraq since she was born not long ago. ”

"Gather less and leave more."

"I wasn't at home until she was about to get her driver's license, and now it's happening again."

As he spoke, the muzzle of the gun drooped slightly.

He suddenly realized something, and hurriedly grabbed the gun again, and looked at the mouse helplessly: "You did it, let me speak, in fact, I shouldn't say anything now, right?" ”

"Nope."

The mouse pursed his lips and shook his head slowly: "All you need to do is talk, and so do I, PTSD makes us all need to speak." ”

The guy looked at the ceiling in distraction, as if thinking of something.

Noticing the other party's expression, Fraser was a little surprised.

I don't have that thing.

However, it seems that the other side has some post-war traumatic stress.

"Since it has spoken." He froze and said in a deep voice, "That young man was your sheriff, right, he was looking for Sarah, can I trust him?" ”

"Ethan Morgan?"

The mouse smiled to himself and looked up:

"To have the intelligence team, to let him help you find someone, this is the only right thing you have done in more than three months." (End of chapter)