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Faced with everyone's puzzled looks, Rusek's imagination was wide open.

"I think so."

Rusek scratched his face and said: "Ba Zhao is obviously going to run away now, and running away requires money."

"His previous case failed on appeal and he spent a lot of money on that lawyer."

"Since the money has been spent, things have not been done properly."

He spread his hands and grinned: "So now that Ba Zhao is out, asking him for money to spend is very reasonable from the gang's point of view."

"Facing the threat of Octopus, smart creatures like lawyers will definitely think of cooperating with us."

"As long as Ba Zhao is caught, he will naturally be safe."

Rusek's call made everyone nod their heads. As a lawyer, he must know a lot about Ba Zhao, but they couldn't do anything with this lawyer.

Now Rusek's idea provides them with a new idea.

Since that lawyer doesn't like to cooperate with the police, then scare him into cooperating. As long as the goal can be achieved, nothing else matters.

"OK!"

Hank waved to Rusek: "Let's go now, you and I will defraud this lawyer."

"OK."

Rusek excitedly picked up his coat: "But I don't speak Spanish."

"No one here does."

Hank strode downstairs: "There is always someone from the patrol. Let's go find Pratt and ask her to arrange for someone to make a call."

"You guys, keep digging for clues."

Watching him and Rusek leave, Ethan returned to his seat.

"Boom."

As soon as I sat down, my phone rang.

I swiped the screen open and clicked on the message. Inside was a photo, with turbulent waves, which was amazing.

"Please, please tell me that you have done what you promised." At the bottom is a message from Blake, with a row of stars.

This guy is too particular about what he does.

They also know how to take selfies of themselves as rewards.

It's been a long time since I last saw you, and I've grown a little bit more.

But Ethan is not in the mood to read it now, so he just silently clicked save.

"I'll do the work, don't worry."

He quickly pressed the screen with his finger: "What's your address? I'll send you a courier."

Just when I put it down, my phone rang again.

"I don't want to send it by express, for fear of losing it!"

"Well, do you still want me to send it to you?"

"I have this idea, haha."

"are you crazy?"

"Please, don't tell me, this isn't worth it?"

Along with the information, there was also a photo of white flowers, which was too high. It was already exaggerated enough, but it was also crowded.

Ethan rubbed his nose and replied quickly:

"worth!!!"

"Seriously, I'm going to Texas in a while. If you have time, how about we go together? You can just bring the things over to me."

Blake's messages came one after another: "My parents will feel relieved if I go there with you."

"Most importantly, it misses you."

Another photo was sent, and Ethan couldn't resist it at all.

His fingers moved quickly: "Time?"

Seeing Ethan's reply, Blake expressed that he was very happy and soon sent his travel time.

There is still about a week left, and there are only a few days left in the itinerary.

Ethan calculated that it wouldn't be a big problem to take a few days off then, and then responded with an OK gesture.

He said he was still busy and put down his phone.

Not long after looking through the case file, the phone rang again, this time it was Hank.

"There is a guy." Hank said hurriedly: "There is a photo studio in North Clark. This guy specializes in forging documents. The lawyer said he introduced this guy to Ba Zhao."

"I sent you the address. Take someone to see it."

"OK."

Ethan hung up the phone and picked up his coat.

"What's going on?" Olinsky asked quickly when he saw this.

"Okay, it's you."

He grabbed the pistol: "Let's go, the road said, let's follow up on a new lead."

I hurried downstairs and drove straight to North Karaka.

The Ford Interceptor stopped in front of the photo studio, and the two men hurriedly pushed open the glass door.

"Ding ding ding."

Olinsky rang the service bell: "Is anyone there?"

No one answered. Ethan knew that there was no one here and there were no blips on the radar.

In other words, there are no living people.

They were standing next to the counter. There was a long aisle in the middle, and there were a few faint, blood-red fingerprints on the innermost iron door.

"in."

Subconsciously pulling out the python, he patted Olinsky.

The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, carefully walked inside.

Olinsky is careful about people who appear suddenly, while Ethan is careful about checking the evidence that may be left at the scene.

When I came to the iron gate, the door was ajar, leaving a crack.

He hooked his fingers into the crack of the door and gently opened it.

A middle-aged man with gray hair was lying in the room in a pool of blood.

The room was filled with clutter, and in the open space in the middle was a simple studio, with a broken camera on the ground.

There is a wooden chair in the corner next to it.

There were many chopped hairs on the ground around the wooden chairs. This place was a den for forging documents.

It was clear what was inside, and Olinsky immediately called the patrol.

Ethan put on disposable gloves, looked around, and picked up the camera.

"It's all broken like this, what's the use?" Olinsky looked at the tattered machine in Ethan's hand and stuffed a candy cane into his mouth angrily.

"You keep eating sweets, you might as well quit smoking."

Ethan glanced at him and stretched his hand toward the broken camera: "Cross your fingers. I have a vague feeling that there is a fool here."

"Click."

With the gentle pressing of his fingers, a memory card popped out.

"There are indeed idiots out there."

Ethan turned around excitedly and showed the intact memory card in his hand.

He found a piece of paper, carefully wrapped the card, put it in his pocket, and continued searching the room.

Since there is one stupid thing, it cannot be ruled out that there will be a second one.

"Hey."

Olinsky pointed to a table in the corner: "This thing can't be used, right?"

Walking quickly over, Ethan saw what he was pointing to.

There is a laptop on the table, a claw hammer is embedded in the keyboard, and the keycaps are flying everywhere.

"Who knows."

Ethan unplugged the power and directly picked up the computer as it was: "Take it back and let the professionals check it."

The patrol officers arrived quickly, and nothing of obvious value was found at the scene. They quickly returned to the police station with their computers in hand.

In the technical room, everyone gathered around.

"Stop."

Erin whispered, her fingers almost poking at the computer screen.

Jean stopped tapping the direction keys, and the woman with eight claws, the brown-haired woman, appeared on the screen.

It's just that her hair has been reduced from long hair to short hair.

Despite this, he was recognized by everyone at once, and the screen continued to beat, and soon photos of Ba Zhao and his son also appeared.

His son has not changed much. Ba Zhao's messy hair has been cut off and his beard has been shaved. Now he still looks quite energetic. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell the difference.

"Okay, this is their latest image."

Gene distributed the photos to everyone, knocked on the table and said, "You have just seen the data in the computer, three fake ID cards, and several credit cards corresponding to the fake names."

"I have entered the ID and credit card information into the early warning system."

"As soon as a usage record is generated, we will receive news soon."

According to Ba Zhao's current situation, this will be very fast, it should be very fast. Everyone rubbed Jean's head with satisfaction and left one after another.

Hank stayed until the end and took a document from Gene.

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