The name that popped out of Kaslo's mouth almost didn't break Ethan's waist.

I thought it was a small boss.

I didn't expect a big boss to pop up.

He and Erin looked at each other before leaving the temporary detention barn.

The silver-haired, big-backed mafia leader, I didn't expect to play so much, and I sank to the bottom of the Chicago River when I got someone pregnant.

Fear of gossip.

But it doesn't matter who he is, he can't be mistaken.

"Carlo Tiffani."

The information was quickly gathered, and Olinsky looked solemn and pasted the photo of the big silver back on the whiteboard: "This is an alpha, the boss of the Bridgeport group. ”

The photo is a candid shot, not a jail shot.

Carlo was shaking hands with someone else.

Being able to post this photo proves that the other party has never been arrested in the real sense before.

This is an old fox.

"Suspected of various violations such as money laundering, fraud, organized crime, etc." Olinsky also did not write on the whiteboard, and said with his hands on his chest: "These are all rumors, and none of them can be confirmed." ”

"In the eighties, when many of you were born."

"He's active on Chicago Road."

There is no doubt that this is an old man, and he is also quite a tricky character.

With the exception of a few young men, both Olinski and Antonio understood who they were going to face this time, and despite their apprehensions, neither flinched in the slightest.

Not to mention.

This is not the era when the mafia was in its heyday.

"Ahem~"

The rat covered his mouth and made a noise: "I have a copy from the Financial Crimes Investigation Bureau here, and I have detected a name in the account transactions of a financial purse company in Carlo. ”

"Lana del Rio."

"That's a pseudonym for Victoria." Orlinsky remembered something and quickly found the corresponding name on the fake document posted next to it.

"That's right."

The mouse nodded, spread his hands and said, "The transfer record shows that it is 20,000 US dollars." ”

"I was thinking, maybe it's hush money."

"Let her go and get the baby out."

He looked at Antonio and shrugged his shoulders: "How can I say it, this money is not linked to the check fraud you said earlier." ”

Based on the available evidence, it was enough to bring Carlo back to investigate.

Everyone else looked at Ethan.

This is a real big man, and Olinski knows that Carlo and Hank have a lot of relationship, and he doesn't know what Ethan will choose to do

"Change into gear."

He clapped his hands and stretched: "Start with the luxury club, make the movement bigger, check all the non-compliance, catch it, and no one can let it go." ”

I don't know where that guy is.

Instead of asking Hank to ask the other party out, it is better to startle the snake.

An inexplicable toss.

There is a high probability that the other party will jump out to find him, and Ethan feels that this is a more labor-saving way.

I plan to leave, how can I be afraid of any mafia.

Luxury clubs.

Several flashing blue duty cars stopped in a hurry, startling the guards at the door, and they immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie on their bodies.

"Put your hands down."

Ethan pushed the door open and shouted.

The voice is not afraid, the muzzle is always afraid, but there are still people who try to stop: "Officer." ”

"Bang."

With a neat kick, the security officer's body staggered back a few steps, clutching his stomach and falling to the ground.

"Obstruction of the execution of official duties."

Ethan retracted his foot, waved his hand, and said, "Arrest the person, and the one next to him too." ”

"Hey."

The big nose next to him raised his hands and said with a blank expression: "What did I do?" ”

"Oops~"

Rusek walked over, accidentally bumped into the man's body, and took two steps back exaggeratedly: "Bastard, you attack the police!" ”

Next to him, Atwater immediately flew and put the big nose down.

The handcuffs were also put on sturdily.

Ethan's intentions have been made clear to them, this trip is to make trouble, not to mention anything else, the bail will definitely give Carlo a headache.

As soon as the two guards were put down, follow-up patrol support arrived one after another.

Seven or eight patrol cars came to a roaring stop.

"All strippers, take them back to the police station."

Glancing at the twenty or so heavily armed Chicago police officers standing in front of him, Ethan took the lead and walked inside: "If there are staff who intend to resist, control them as soon as possible." ”

Under his leadership, a group of fierce CPDs poured into the club.

The music stops and the lights come on.

Amid their shouting, strippers lined up in several rows, forming veritable choppy hip waves, led by the female patrol officers led by Burgess, lined up to walk out of the club.

Contraband, also found a lot.

Guests were constantly handcuffed and dragged out by patrol officers.

The staff is even more unstoppable.

If you want to release someone, no problem.

Get bail.

"Hey."

A person hurriedly ran out from the back of the club, he looked at the messy club, and waved his hands to Ethan excitedly: "What are you doing, are you crazy?" ”

Frank.

The old boy finally showed up.

The hand that was curled like a chicken claw almost poked in front of him.

"Smack~"

A slap in the face to calm the other party completely.

Frank looked at Ethan in shock, he didn't expect the other party to dare to hit him, obviously everyone had to talk and laugh yesterday.

Bright red handprints, quickly flushed.

Meticulous hair.

It also gets messy.

"I remember telling you."

Ethan grabbed Frank's clothes and pulled him in front of him fiercely: "I don't like people to lie to me, if you dare to fool me, you will have to pay the price." ”

"Sheriff Morgan."

Frank gritted his teeth and said, "I've given you what you want, why can't you accept this kindness." ”

"Really?"

Ethan twisted him and walked outside: "Why do I just think that you are taking me for a fool." ”

Driven by the force, Frank roared and walked out.

You can't go without leaving.

His arms were twisted backwards, leaving no room for struggle.

The two quickly walked out of the club.

At this time, a black Lincoln quickly approached from the side, and the driver quickly got out of the car and quickly opened the rear door.

Out of it came a burly man in a silver suit.

The other party's face was unusually gloomy.

Under the brown glasses, two sharp eyes swept towards the scene.

The big silver-white back added a bit of momentum to him, and the whole person looked domineering.

Carlo.

Ethan unceremoniously met his gaze and twisted Frank towards the other party.

In front of this mafia boss.

He stopped.

"Mr. Tefani." Ethan smiled slightly, and pressed Frank down again: "Why don't you play cards today, sorry, I have official business now!" ”

"If there's anything, we'll talk about it another day."

(End of chapter)