The jet-black pistol lay in the hands of the mouse.

It's true that the safety device above is not in a state to be activated, at least for now.

But there were so many people present, and none of them were stupid.

Fraser held the pistol and brandished it for a long time, if this was the case, the rat would have been in a mess with this guy a long time ago, and it would not have been confrontation to this extent.

Despite hearing the rat's words, there was not a single squeak from the surrounding crowd.

Even the most annoyed Hoststed and Pratt pursed their mouths, not wanting to expose this clumsy lie.

Ethan smiled, reached out and grabbed the handle of the gun, and picked up the Beretta M.

I put it in my hand and checked it.

Meeting his gaze, the mouse nodded firmly.

This gesture made him appreciate the rat even more, and it was clear that the guy wanted to let Fraser go, or at least not let the other party be sentenced so severely.

The chaos in the reception hall soon ceased.

The crisis was also lifted.

Fraser's head was firmly pressed to the ground, and he could only gasp for breath against the floor, roaring unwillingly, and at that moment, a pair of shoes parted in front of him.

Hard, shiny combat boots walked up to him.

His eyes kept flicking upward, but he could only see the other party's waist and crotch, and he didn't know who was coming.

The knees are bent and the person squats down.

"I don't like the way you threaten me." Ethan poked Fraser's head with a Beretta M9 in full view: "But I appreciate everything you have done for your daughter. ”

"Sarah, I'll keep looking."

Standing up again, he strode up the BFIPU stairs: "As I promised!" ”

"Still."

He waved his hand and said impatiently, "Mr. Frazier, you better stay in the temporary detention chamber honestly." ”

Finding someone is enough of a headache.

There's no need for anyone to mess with behind anymore.

After the crisis was resolved, Hank was also relieved, and hurriedly commanded the situation on the spot, so that the 21st Precinct could be restored to its original appearance as soon as possible.

A few guys from the intelligence group who rushed back in advance also followed briskly upstairs.

There are one or more kidnapped and imprisoned girls waiting to be rescued outside, and it is far from time to celebrate, and then, there is still a race against time.

"Click."

Ethan grabbed the sleeve and pulled it back, and a bullet flew out of the bomb port.

The right hand grabbed it with lightning and held it firmly.

The magazine retreated, and the bullets inside were pressed out by him one by one.

While going up the stairs, and then operating all this, the movements are like flowing clouds and clouds, and it is extremely silky.

"Give."

Not shying away from the people behind him, he put all the bullets in his pocket and handed the empty gun to the mouse: "If you want to help Fraser, you can only do it this way, register it as an empty gun." ”

"Then he can only be charged for reckless and dangerous crimes."

Taking the gun, the mouse stood stunned at the staircase, followed by the men, one by one, patting him on the shoulder.

Horstead hugged him harder.

"It is."

He looked at his old comrade-in-arms blankly, and held up the Beretta M9 in his hand:

"Perjury?"

Horstead scratched his neck: "Isn't that what you did just now?" ”

"But."

The rat was obviously a little stupid: "I didn't do it in front of so many people, did I?" ”

"Rest assured, no one will pursue anything about what Fraser has experienced." Horstead hugged him hard again, shook his head with a smile, and said, "This is Sheriff Morgan's style, you just get used to it." ”

"It's just that I didn't expect you to let him go so easily."

"Fraser is not a murderer."

The mouse smiled dumbly, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Just a desperate father, that's all." ”

As the 21st Precinct gradually returned to its usual order, the members of the firing group returned one after another.

The information is also constantly coming back.

"Trevor Dunn."

Antonio took a bite of the burger and pasted a photo on the whiteboard: "This is the photo found on the victim's Facebook, which was quickly deregistered as soon as the girl was kidnapped. ”

"Luckily, we found this Romeo on cloud backup."

The person in the photo has shaggy brown hair.

The teeth are white, the smile is very bright, and the feeling is very sunny, which belongs to the type that most girls can't resist.

"Neither the Crime Information Center nor the DMV has information about this person."

Atwater took a puff of Coke and pushed the keyboard aside: "I now wonder if this person is fake, you all know that the photos on the Internet can't be trusted." ”

"Who knows if it's made."

Rusek took over and looked at the information that had just been sent back: "Some hairs and a few fingerprints were extracted from the scene. ”

"But it takes time to match."

"Most importantly, you also need those people who have a criminal record."

Ethan was also eating the burger in his hand, squinting at the photo on the whiteboard, how these people committed the crime, it was already obvious.

Find a sunny and handsome person and register an account on social networking sites with fake documents.

Then create a variety of images that the girls next door who don't know the world like, humorous and funny, young and golden, sensitive and literary, whatever you want, you can trick people out to meet offline.

As soon as they met, they quickly logged out of their accounts.

You can stun people with a meal, and then you can do whatever you want.

Selling silver, selling human bodies, and buying and selling organs.

This kind of behavior is as sinful as it is, and it is so dark that no normal person can understand it.

It seems that their current opponent is this kind of gang.

"What about the rats?"

Erin grabbed a handful of fries and stuffed them into her mouth and asked, slurring.

"I'm doing something fun."

Ethan swallowed the last bite of the burger, biting down on the Coke straw and said, "We don't have that much time to line up at the forensic office, it's time for the rat to do his best." ”

Pressing her doubts, Erin grabbed the paper in front of her and said the information one by one.

No one knows if what they've found will be useful until they're sure, so it's important to talk to each other.

In the Chase room, various situations were analyzed one after another.

Nadia also stopped tinkering with the report and listened carefully, which was also very helpful for her future police career.

Half an hour, quietly passed.

"Union Station."

The mouse flung his arms and rushed up the stairs, excitedly stuffing a document into Ethan's hand: "I did what you said on various social networking sites, and did a reverse search for photos. ”

"I locked one of the accounts, and when I hacked in, I found that the other party had asked a girl to come to Chicago to play."

"In the chat log between the two, the Union Station bus No. 946 is mentioned."

"I'll be there in an hour."

"Bang."

Glancing at the photo on the whiteboard next to him, the mouse gritted his teeth and said, "The name is Trevor Dunn." (End of chapter)