Before the twenty-first precinct.

The cold wind is bleak, but the snowflakes are still there.

If it weren't for the bleeding woman lying in the snow, Burgess would have thought he was hallucinating.

"Call an ambulance!"

Roman yelled, spread his legs and ran towards the patrol car.

"Call the contact desk."

Pressing the walkie-talkie, Burgess sprang at the woman who had fallen in the snow, and the other party had three obvious gunshot wounds on her body, and the blood was slowly flowing out.

"Hey, ma'am."

She pressed the wound and shouted eagerly, "Hold on, help will come soon." ”

"Received at the contact desk, please speak."

The walkie-talkie over the shoulder sounds.

"The front door of the twenty-first precinct." Burgess pressed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Someone has been shot, hurry up and arrange for an ambulance to come." ”

Just as she called for help.

Roman drove the patrol car past at a rapid pace, and quickly chased in the direction that the black business car had just left.

Looking at the departing vehicle, Burgess continued to call for backup.

After doing all this, she lowered her head to look at the woman lying in the snow, the other party was in her early twenties, with blonde brown hair, looking a little immature, and a few faint finches on her face.

His brow furrowed, and his face tinged with panic.

"Bump."

The doors closed one after another, and Ethan took a sip of coffee: "Did Rusek say when he would be back?" ”

"I'm back in Chicago and should be at work tomorrow."

Atwater, too, took a cup of hot coffee and followed him to the emergency department building of the Chicago hospital: "This guy went to Hawaii, damn it, he enjoyed the sun over there for a week." ”

After speaking, he shook the snowflakes on his body in disgust.

After returning from Palm Springs, it was this cold, snowy weather for more than a week.

Sunshine is a rare sight.

People's mood also became much lower with the weather.

It wasn't until they walked into the elevator and saw the female nurse with a pretty face that the two of them regained a trace of energy.

"Ding."

The elevator doors opened, and Ethan smiled goodbye to the nurse.

He shook his hand and strode inside, handing the small note to Atwater after the elevator door closed: "You can only help so much, you can also enjoy the sunshine when you get married." ”

"It's you."

Atwater smiled and quickly put the note in his pocket.

From afar, Burgess's ponytail was seen flicking, and Roman was with her, and the two were sitting on the bench.

"Sheriff Morgan."

"Atwater Detective."

Noticing the comer, they got up to say hello.

“OK。”

Ethan stopped and spread his hands out: "Who's going to tell me what's going on?" ”

"Roman and I are preparing to set off on patrol."

Burgess nodded, looking at Ethan with a hint of amusement: "Suddenly a car came, and the man in the car shouted to Ethan Morgan, and then pushed a young woman out of the car. ”

Ethan hurriedly spread his hands, saying that he didn't know anything.

"The woman had a gunshot wound on her body."

She pointed to the emergency area not far away: "It is being rescued, and more than an hour has passed." ”

"That car was going fast."

Roman took the conversation, shook his head and said: "Soon I will lose my whereabouts, I have searched the license plate, it is fake, and the vehicle is still being searched by my colleagues in the patrol." ”

The man said to look for Ethan Morgan.

Then push down a woman with a gunshot wound.

These two pieces of information made Ethan a little confused, and there shouldn't be such a mess among his friends.

It won't be Jaber.

Otherwise, Roman would have been talking about a strange man.

"The man."

Ethan looked at Roman and asked in a deep voice, "What are the characteristics?" ”

"I don't remember very clearly."

Roman smashed his gloves and frowned, "But his eyes are very special, full of murderous and dead silence, like a dead man!! ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but snort.

"So be it."

With his hands on his hips, Ethan pondered for a moment and then raised his head: "You go back to the police station first, and let Sheriff Pilates arrange a face patchwork for you, I need to know what that man looks like." ”

"Go back now."

"Roger."

Roman nodded to his partner and walked away quickly.

Anyway, now that this matter involves himself, Ethan still wants to grasp the situation as quickly as possible, instead of being so clueless, but his eyes don't give people the feeling that they can't do it.

What he needs is looks, facial features.

"Sit down."

With a wave of his hand, he sat down on the bench.

Until the end of the operation, it is useless to talk about anything.

Seeing that Burgess's little face was a little white from the cold, he handed over the hot coffee that he had only taken a few sips in his hand.

The latter took it and subconsciously poured it into his mouth.

The raised arm froze.

The female patrol officer suddenly remembered that there was a former partner next to her.

"Leave him alone."

Ethan took out another piece of chocolate from his pocket, tore open the package, and stuffed it into Burgess's mouth: "Kevin's personality is very down-to-earth, he won't talk nonsense everywhere, I'm not wrong, right?" ”

"That's right."

Atwater, who was stunned, nodded hurriedly and gave a thumbs up quietly.

This guy is so well hidden!

He shook his head with a sigh, a smile on his dark face, and a quick wink at Burgess.

The latter's face flushed.

Annoyed Ethan fiercely, he chewed on the fragrant chocolate in his mouth, but his cold little hand shook Ethan unconsciously.

After waiting for another half hour, Will came over in a white coat.

"Hey."

He raised his hand and said hello: "Didn't Jie come over?" ”

"He's at the police station."

Standing up, Ethan asked in turn, "How's the situation now?" ”

"The operation was a success."

Horstead's brother Will stretched tiredly: "But there will be complications at any time in the back, three gunshot wounds, two penetrations, and I have already taken out the warhead left in the body." ”

"It's not over the danger period yet."

"She was very lucky, she didn't hurt her vital organs, but she was still in a coma."

"Can I go and see her?"

Ethan interrupted.

You have to find out what's going on, and if you can't communicate with the other person, you have to know at least what that woman looks like.

"No problem."

Will didn't hesitate at all, and waved his hand: "But you can't go in, you can only go outside." ”

Under his leadership, the group walked to the intensive care unit, and when they came to the wide glass window, Ethan stopped and looked curiously into the ward.

There was a brown-haired woman lying on the hospital bed.

His face was unusually pale, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Next to the nose, a few faint freckles.

The sleeping man has a quiet temperament and looks like a little girl next door.

"Rebecca!"

Ethan had a smile on his face, his hands pressed hard against the glass, but there was no smile in his eyes, as cold as the weather in Chicago.

The green tendons of the brain also rose. (End of chapter)