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After hearing what he said, Ethan flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

Hank is coming to terms with himself.

With this money, he can truly be considered one of his own.

Seeing Hank's rock-steady hands and firm eyes, Ethan slowly exhaled smoke:

"In other words, this is protection money?"

"You can understand it that way."

Hank looked at Ethan who was smoking a cigarette. He was still a little nervous. Originally, he wanted to observe for a while, but after thinking about it, it was better to show off his cards from the beginning.

Based on his understanding of Ethan, even if he refused, he would not report him.

In this way, it can also appear more sincere.

Although Phillips said that Ethan is also an unruly person, this is collecting black money, and he doesn't know if he will resist this, so Hank is a little nervous.

"No one will know you took this money except me and Olinsky."

Hank moved his hand forward:

"Don't worry, all the trouble is mine."

"Call it protection money."

Ethan smiled and reached out to take the stack of banknotes: "I prefer this title."

"Ha ha."

Hank smiled and turned the steering wheel: "You can call it whatever you want, including the cleaning fee."

"Although the money is not much for you, I called you here. If you have my share, you will have your share."

"I have to say." Ethan unfolded the money in his hand:

"You are a good person."

The money is not much, only fifteen hundred US dollars, which is only six thousand a month, but it is better than nothing.

I don’t think I’m working in vain to pay for the rent.

There's nothing he wouldn't dare accept for this money, even car robberies.

As long as there is no risk and you can charge as much as you want, even if the Ministry of Internal Affairs wants to investigate, Hank will be there to support it.

After Ethan accepted the money, Hank also relaxed.

On the street, six people wearing police body armor walked quickly forward.

It took Antonio a moment to find Eric Cooper's address.

The group of people came to the door again and continued to follow Ba Zhao's traces.

Under Hank's command, Erin and Horsted walked around to the back door, and Ethan and Antonio walked up the steps to the front door.

The afternoon sun shone golden on Antonio's dog tags.

He stood cautiously by the door and knocked hard:

"Eric Cooper, Chicago PD, open the door."

Turn on the radar, there are no light spots in the house.

Ethan glanced at the door lock and found signs of damage on the door frame. He patted Antonio and pointed toward the door frame.

The two looked back at Hank, who ordered without hesitation:

"Break the door."

Antonio raised the shotgun loaded with door-breaking bullets and pointed it at the door lock.

After Ethan took a few steps back, he immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

After a gunshot, there was a hole in the door lock.

Antonio kicked again and kicked the door open.

"police."

He yelled to identify himself and rushed in, shotgun raised.

Ethan knew there was no one inside, so he just held the gun in his hand.

Following the shouts of safety, he also came to the living room. There was indeed no one inside, but a white man's head was piled on the bar between the living room and the kitchen.

Lying on the ground next to him was a headless body.

Ethan avoided the blood and took a few steps forward carefully. He looked carefully and saw that the blood was a little sticky and it must have been cut off for a while.

"Next time, if you see the head again."

After another unsuccessful attempt, Hank said angrily: "I hope it's Octopus's."

Back at the police station, they printed out all the photos taken at the scene.

Ethan held the photos, and Antonio placed the photos one by one on the whiteboard with magnetic stickers in a certain order.

He added some more textual descriptions, slowly building up a clear wall of clues.

Ethan watched and kept it in mind.

He knew his shortcomings. The people at the scene were all police officers who had served for many years, and they had a lot to learn from.

So he didn't mind doing some errands.

While they were sorting through the existing clues, there were rapid footsteps from the back stairs.

Behind Olinsky was a white man wearing khaki pants and a brown jacket who looked to be about the same age as Ethan.

He has messy short brown hair and looks a little excited and nervous.

The two of them walked into the main hall, and when the young man saw the photos on the whiteboard, his eyes flashed with excitement.

"You wait here."

Olinsky reached out to signal the man to stop, then continued forward.

"Hank."

Olinsky walked up to them and took off the cinnamon from his mouth: "I found the person you want from the police academy."

"Adam Rusek, see if it fits."

Hank glanced at the man and took a few steps forward.

The man named Rusek was very discerning. He arranged his clothes nervously and hurriedly walked to Hank.

Olinsky introduced: "Rusek, this is Sheriff Boyt."

Rusek quickly reached out his hand and shook it with Hank:

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"Rusek."

After Hank let go of his hand, he looked at Olinsky: "It's very familiar. I know this last name."

"My father Bob."

Rusek said with a smile: "He is a patrol officer and has served in the 26th District his whole life."

"Yeah?"

A smile appeared on Hank's face: "I remembered."

"Let me be clear." Olinsky shrugged: "I selected him from this batch of graduates of the police academy not because of his father."

Hank just smiled and said nothing.

"Walter?"

Rusek asked in surprise: "Have you ever been a partner with my father before?"

"That's right." Olinsky could only say:

"I'm with your father..."

Hank took the initiative: "On a baseball team."

"Yes, that's right."

Olinsky spread his hands: "We used to design T-shirts together, if I remember correctly."

"I have no problem." Hank patted Rusek on the shoulder: "You can stay first and see how far you can go."

"Thank you, sir."

Rusek clenched his fists excitedly: "Thank you."

The U.S. police are a group that attaches great importance to mutual support and inheritance, and will help whenever there is an opportunity.

Coupled with the fact that he is the child of Olinsky's old partner, Hank doesn't mind giving the young man a chance to see how he does.

With Ethan's help, Antonio also put together the clue wall.

He tapped the pen on the whiteboard: "Everyone."

"If that kid is telling the truth, he was in the closet and heard three voices."

Antonio drew two black lines under Ba Zhao's photo and put a question mark: "Then Ba Zhao brought at least two thugs from Medellin."

"very good."

Hank nodded and said to Antonio: "Collect the clues we have on hand and send a copy to Inspector Bailden of the Violent Crime Unit."

"By the way, has he given us any information?"

Antonio shrugged and curled his lips and said:

"No."

Hank cursed: "Asshole."

When he looked at the case file before, Ethan knew that the current case of overdose death was a joint investigation by the two departments of the 21st Precinct, the Intelligence Team and the Violent Crime Team.

Although the Intelligence Unit carries more weight, Hank's position is lower than that of Bailden, the head of the Violent Crimes Unit.

Now they have sent several clues, but no clues have been returned from the Violent Crimes Unit.

This attitude is really a bit high.

Ethan turned around and asked Julie in a low voice: "Does the Violent Crime Group have anything to do with us?"

"Inspector Bailden."

Julie pointed to Hank's office and whispered: "He always thought that position would be his."