Outside the social club.

Ethan and Hank had a brief chat before parting.

The former got into the car and quickly headed to the address Frank had just given.

He had already sent the address to the members of the intelligence group, and it was estimated that those guys had almost arrived at the place, and the relevant arrest operation was about to begin, although he was not worried about their ability to do things, but he still had to keep an eye on them.

In a blink of an airstorm, I soon found myself in a remote community.

From afar, he could see the intelligence group's duty vehicle parked on the side of the road, and as soon as Ethan got out of the car, he saw several people in a mess on the small building next to him, twisting out the balcony on the second floor.

"Oh!!"

Ethan hurriedly waved his hand and reminded, "Be careful." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a black-haired man and Rusek tangled and crashed into the guardrail, the wooden railing was in disrepair and was instantly torn apart by two strong men.

"Oh my God!"

Horstead stretched out his hand anxiously, but could only catch a cloud of air.

He watched as the two dancing men fell from the rotten guardrail of the second-floor balcony together.

"Bang~"

The heavy body fell to the lawn with broken planks one after another, making a few muffled sounds.

"Fack!"

Russec almost fell out of breath, he rolled over with a red face, scolded and waved his arm at the side of him, and punched the black-haired man.

A punch at this time, but it doesn't hurt or itch.

The black-haired man, despite his dizziness, struggled to crawl away.

"Click."

There was a crunch sound, and his movements became stiff.

The cold touch on his head made this kid even more discouraged, and he could only lie back on the grass honestly.

The blessed need not be busy.

Ethan happily pushed the hammer of his revolver back and bent down to pat Rusek on the chest: "Welcome back to Chicago, I'm sure you'll miss that feeling so much." ”

"Ahem~~~"

He was responded to by a cough.

Rusek slapped the snow chips and grass stalks off his body, and gasped for breath.

Dense footsteps rang out.

When Antonio and Erin rushed out with their guns, they only saw their sheriff step on the suspect and raise his revolver in a triumphant Pose!

"Please."

Erin stopped her hurried steps: "Rusek, can't you be more aggressive?" ”

The latter just gasped and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want to speak.

The suspect was quickly pickled.

Ethan strode into the small building and searched with the others, the first floor was empty and nothing out of the ordinary.

However, there is a hole above the second floor.

Strings hung like clotheslines in the room, and a dense network of forged cheques hung on them and swayed in the wind, waiting to be completely dried before being distributed to the market.

In addition to this, a large pile of forged identity documents was found in smoking trash cans.

It was through these things that Watson swindled his money.

The guy just now, also named Frank, didn't seem to fool himself.

"You should have noticed us." Olinsky picked up a wet document and handed it to Ethan: "But at the beginning of the burn, this guy seems to have reacted, and it is more important to run away at this time." ”

"Hmph."

Ethan sneered, wiped the document and threw it on the ground: "Notify the people in the forensic office to come over, maybe you can extract that guy's fingerprints on these things." ”

"This time, I'm going to crucify him."

"Charlie Kaslow."

Horstead posted a photo of the man he had just caught on the whiteboard: "His information has been investigated, he was once a rising star on the road, and he once broke someone's jaw for grabbing a parking space." ”

"The judge gave him five years."

"According to documents sent from the prison, after half a year in prison, this guy clashed with other gang members."

He knocked on the photo above, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"In the fitness area, Kaslow was knocked unconscious by an old GD with a 45-pound barbell plate, and since then, he has been honest, and it seems that he has been working as a check counterfeiter since he was released from prison."

"It's a loser."

Antonio slapped the information in his hand, shook his head and smiled: "In prison, you can only be tough to the end, even if you recover from your injuries and then retaliate, you can be considered a tough guy." ”

"No one like Kaslow will take him to heart anymore."

"Do you remember that stripper?"

Olinski flashed the phone in his hand and chewed on the candy: "She contacted me before and said that she really didn't know anything, but I just sent her a picture of Kaslo." ”

"The girl said she saw Kaslow arguing with Watson the night before he disappeared."

"Great." Atwater snapped his fingers and said excitedly:

"Now I'm in touch with the victim."

"Is it the one in a red bikini?" Rusek lay limply on the ground, stretching his back and staring straight at the ceiling.

How could it not be remembered.

It's going to have to be 36D.

The skin is also quite delicate, like snow.

"Smack."

A cloud of waste paper flew in an arc and smashed steadily into his face.

"Where did you get the clues about this person?" Erin withdrew her hand in satisfaction and looked at Ethan curiously.

A group of people were anxious about it, and they had almost no clue.

This guy just went out and ran away, and he easily found the murderer, which was too intimidating to make her curious.

"Informant."

Ethan waved his hand and immediately changed the topic: "Antonio and I are going to interrogate, we have to find out Kaslo's motive for killing." ”

"The murder scene and the equipment must not allow any doubts to appear in the chain of evidence."

The man was found.

It does not mean that the other party will obediently admit guilt.

There is also a difficult psychological game in the middle, which is sometimes no less difficult than finding the murderer, especially this kind of long-awaited corpse dumping case, and finding a way to hook the other party with evidence.

Interrogation room.

Ethan didn't rush to speak, but looked at Kaslow carefully.

Thirty years old.

The stubble on his face is estimated to have not been shaved for a while, and he looks a little sloppy, but this person is still relatively handsome, and his eyes are a little melancholy.

"We've found Victoria Watson."

After a moment of silence, Antonio took the lead in attacking, and he spread his hands out: "I can understand why you killed her without negotiating interests, but why cut off her head?" ”

Ethan stared at Kaslow's eyes.

I want to lose my mind and panic.

Carlos' performance will even be unscathing.

But he looked at Antonio in shock, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to ask something.

Soon, his mouth was tightly closed.

Not only that, but he also stared blankly at the table.

"What the hell is going on?"

Pressing the doubts, Ethan opened the case file and pushed a photo of the separation of the body to Carlos: "I'm curious, what is it that makes you treat a woman like this?" ”

(End of chapter)