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Everyone nodded, indicating that they were absolutely fine.

After the Chase Room was quiet for a while, Antonio took over:

"There were no witnesses at the scene. The police in the jurisdiction have searched the two crime scenes and found no clues."

"The surveillance was also checked and nothing was found."

There were not a few in a row, making everyone look at each other.

I don’t even have a reason, how can I search further?

"There's one more thing." Hank looked at them: "You have all read the existing information. A similar case also occurred in New York."

"At my request, the NYPD Special Victims Unit will have two people come over."

"They will assist our investigation and help analyze the case."

"You guys, please be nice to me."

Olinsky scratched the beard on his chin, trying to find a breakthrough: "What about the sexual assault criminals registered in the system? Are there any familiar modus operandi?"

"No!"

Gene flipped through the information in his hand: "DNA is being extracted from the victim's body, but it will take a long time."

"This murderer is so cautious, he shouldn't leave anything behind for us."

"Today is not office time."

Hank patted the map next to him vigorously: "Since there are no clues, we must take the initiative to find clues."

"This serial murder case, the two bodies were found on this stretch of riverside trail."

"Get moving and look for any suspicious clues."

The Jane's meeting ended quickly, everyone packed up their things and got ready to go.

"Ethan."

Antonio was too busy for a while, so he said quickly:

"This case is very popular and there will be many calls coming in, some providing clues and some asking for interviews."

"Go downstairs and find someone to come up and answer the phone."

"no problem!"

Ethan nodded, and as soon as he walked down the stairs, he saw Burgess.

She stood at the reception desk, shaking her head, her ponytail swaying.

"Burgess."

Ethan walked over quickly: "Don't go out on patrol today. Help the intelligence team today."

"OK!"

Burgess suddenly smiled, showing his white teeth: "If you need anything, just ask."

"Have you heard about the serial murder case?" Ethan walked up to her.

"certainly."

Burgess nodded quickly.

"Very good." Ethan pointed upstairs: "Our people have to go out to investigate secretly."

"We need someone in the intelligence team to help answer the phone. This case is getting a lot of attention. There will definitely be a lot of calls. Do you know how to deal with it?"

"Know."

Burgess's ponytail bounced up and down as she said excitedly:

"No problem, leave it to me."

After telling her the password to go upstairs, Ethan nodded to Pratt again, turned around and walked to the garage.

Looking at his leaving back, Burgess couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Kim Burgess." Pratt looked at the computer screen and said expressionlessly: "Congratulations, you have been officially promoted to the position of Secretary of the Intelligence Group."

"Do not complain!"

Burgess filled out the form with a smile: "You have to do it step by step, don't be impatient."

"hehe."

Platpi glanced at her with a smile and continued to type on the keyboard.

After filling out the report, Burgess clasped his hands on his duty belt and ran excitedly to the side stairs.

Opening the iron mesh door, she walked quickly into the main hall.

It was so quiet and quiet up there, with no one around, that she couldn't help but slow down.

But when she saw the whiteboard, she quickened her pace a little more.

Each photo with a few impactful words took her breath away.

For the intelligence team, this is routine.

But for the average patrol officer, this is exciting enough.

The whiteboard didn't provide much information, and she didn't dare to flip through the things on the tables nearby.

After Burgess strolled around the tea room again, she walked to an empty table with satisfaction. There was a phone placed here. It was obvious that this was her workplace today.

Arriving at the garage, everyone else was ready.

Erin put on a set of running clothes, showing off her curves.

"Shush!"

Ethan couldn't help but whistle, which attracted the attention of others.

"Feel sorry."

Facing Hank's gaze, Ethan raised his hands: "The weather is so nice today, I can't help myself."

Looking at the gray weather outside and the remaining snow on the ground, Antonio looked at Hank who looked depressed and laughed silently.

Eileen was smiling, holding her waist with one hand.

Realizing that he had made a poor excuse, Ethan coughed:

"What are we going to play?"

Antonio put on a reflective yellow vest, Rusek put on sunglasses on his chest, and Olinsky put on a windbreaker and a duck-billed hat, giving him a British style.

It was clear that Erin was the runner.

The rest were road workers and tourists, but Hank and Gene were still the same.

"Gene and I are commanding the car."

Hank waved helplessly and pointed at a large van that drove into the garage: "You can use whatever you like."

Walking to the back of the van, the inside of the van looked like a grocery store.

Yellow vests, safety helmets, and the cold spray marking machine I saw last time, there are all kinds of weird things.

When Olinsky and others did undercover investigations, they always chose the items inside to disguise themselves.

Ethan hesitated for a while and then picked up a mountain bike.

It is easy and can maintain high mobility.

After everything was prepared, they all headed to the target location.

Six people, three cars, set out collectively.

Following Iveco in front, Ethan turned the steering wheel.

"You're a millionaire."

Suddenly, Irene said something.

"ah!"

Ethan turned his head: "How do you know?"

"Not bad." Eileen nodded with satisfaction: "This kind of reaction is needed, but you have to show it."

"You can't have a questioning tone, so you can pretend to be more like it!"

"What does it look like? I am!" Ethan curled his lips.

"This is going too far."

Erin shook her head: "Be humble, you have to give people the impression that I am rich but very low-key."

"Lindsay~"

Ethan gritted his teeth and said, "Did I tell you that it doesn't matter to you?"

"You don't understand." Erin clenched her fists: "I must not lose to them tonight."

Ethan said he couldn't understand women's desire to compare.

Just be a tool yourself. He shrugged and turned the steering wheel silently.

Arriving at the riverside trail soon, Erin hung up her headphones, jumped on the spot for a few minutes, and then slowly ran forward.

After a while, Ethan also opened the car door.

He took the mountain bike out of the trunk and rode along the trail in the other direction.

The cold wind is biting, but it still cannot dampen the enthusiasm of tourists.

On the trail, pedestrians gathered in small groups, admiring the city scenery of Chicago.

"Dingling~"

The wheels are turning, and the mountain bike is moving briskly under the landscape trees by the river.