The next day.

Ethan spent a few hours busy working all day before changing to a new car to get to the bait.

That's Jabbie's residence.

I called the guy last night with a glimmer of hope, and sure enough, the guy still had the lease of the house, and out of an abundance of caution, the bald hacker didn't mind leaving himself an extra place to hide.

He was unceremoniously expropriated, and this kind of place rented under a false identity was perfect for use as bait.

There were no outsiders within a radius of several kilometers from that house, making it ideal for robbers to hide.

When I came to the place, there was a lot of movement inside.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Candy walking awkwardly down from the second floor with a large pile of things in a white cloth, the floor was wet, and the air smelled of bleach.

"Oh my God."

When he saw Ethan appear, he panted and said, "It's all used to deceive people anyway, why don't you just find a place?" ”

"Isn't it okay to just see people appear?"

Alone here for hours, he was so tired and sweaty that he was sweating.

Finally cleaned up all the traces that Jaber might have left behind, but fortunately the guy couldn't live for a long time, otherwise it would be more troublesome.

"You know you can't."

Ethan threw the duffel bag on the table and patiently explained, "It's fake, but we need it to be true, and the message provided by Bunker can't be wrong, it has to be correct." ”

"Huh."

He opened the travel bag, revealing a dense pile of small bills inside: "There must be something to prove that his information is correct, so as not to arouse the suspicion of undercover agents." ”

There were fifty or sixty thousand of them, all of which were snatched from the strip club that day.

With these things, it couldn't be more real.

Normal people don't put so many small bills at home, and with their own performances, this will be a perfect hiding place.

"Aren't you?"

Candy struggled to free one hand and gestured to shoot.

According to what he knew about Ethan.

The old bartender felt that if he found out who was undercover, the other party would only be a dead end, and he didn't understand why he was doing so many things.

"Please."

Ethan spread his hands and his expression was very innocent: "Why do you say that I am a violent maniac." ”

"Besides."

He smiled and showed his white teeth: "Believe me, sometimes the living are more valuable than the dead." ”

The price is not worthwhile, the candy is too lazy to ask.

Just waved his hand to indicate that he was tired and panicked now, and asked him to hurry up and help.

Ethan tightened his gloves, threw the bag of money into the cupboard, and went about his work with the other party, trying not to make a big mistake, filling up the firewood next to the fireplace, and putting some simple meals on it.

The AKM used in the robbery that day was also placed in the corresponding place.

With the addition of a veteran former law enforcement officer, everything went in an orderly manner.

At night, the Banshee Town Police Station.

The people who had gone out on patrol returned one after another, and the lobby on the first floor slowly became lively.

Because of the newcomer, Brock doesn't always sit in his office, and from time to time he comes down to mention something, one is to increase his prestige, and the other is that his lot of experience is really helpful.

The evening summary meeting is about to begin, and the seats are basically full.

But there was one guy who didn't return.

"Where's Bunker?"

Looking at the guy's empty seat, the sheriff spread his hands in confusion, the other party had always been punctual and punctual, and he had never been like this before.

"Boss."

Siobhan turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "He just told me I was going to go out." ”

"I'm going to see an informant or something."

"I'll be back soon."

Informants are not only available in large places, but also in small places.

This thing is not a tall thing, if you hear something that may be useful or may happen, you can contact the police to provide clues, just like the nature of the people in that district.

The difference is that there are informants on the side, and addicts and women abound.

“OK。”

With his hands on his chest, Brock was about to start speaking based on today's patrol.

This step can be omitted when there are few people, but now that there are more people, it is still very helpful for the growth of newcomers to summarize from time to time.

He had just started when hurried footsteps rang out.

"Sheriff."

Bunker pushed open the glass door and walked in quickly, and said urgently, "Do you remember the case of the strip club being robbed?" ”

"Of course I do."

The sheriff scratched his nose and muttered to Ethan.

Fortunately, he wasn't there that night, otherwise he might have had something to say, and he frowned and looked at Bunker, not understanding why the other party had suddenly brought it up.

"The informant provides the message."

Bunker crossed his hands on his hips and muffled, "He said that while he was drinking at a bar, he met a guy who bragged about making a lot of money last month. ”

Hearing this, everyone present turned their eyes to him.

After wiping a handful of oil, he continued to nod affirmatively: "And many details can be matched, if you guess correctly, it should be one of those robbers, those guys finally couldn't help but pop up." ”

As he spoke, his main focus was on Brock and Cruz.

But now the group of people in front of him have similar reactions, shock mixed with surprise, and their expressions are very exaggerated.

"One more thing."

Bunker continued, waving his hand heavily, "We had very good luck that the informant followed him and found the other party's foothold, you know, that bastard must be trying to do something." ”

"But thinking of the danger of the other party, I dispelled the idea again."

"To get rewarded."

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "That guy contacted me!" ”

Before everyone could react, Bunker quickly said the address according to Ethan's instructions, and finally slapped his palms vigorously: "This is a good opportunity, we can go over and arrest people now!" ”

The whole person was like a machine gun, crackling and telling the story.

It was poured into the brains of these people present.

The hall on the first floor was silent, except for Bunker's voice.

"Wait!"

Brock froze, frowned and waved, "Who is that informant, and is the information reliable?" ”

"Sheriff."

Bunker's expression was quite embarrassed, and his hands were spread out: "You understand that this kind of thing can't be said, otherwise no one will provide us with useful clues in the future, as for the reliability of the information." ”

"It's simple, let's just check it out."

"I agree."

Siobhan nodded hurriedly and grabbed the gun on the table: "The address is already known, go over and take a look, we have nothing to lose." ”

The harmony sounded one after another.

Many people are eager to try. (End of chapter)