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Ethan's eyes twitched and he didn't know what to say.

My wife cheated on her with a friend.

Each knife is more severe than the last.

I have seen Olinsky's wife myself. She is a middle-aged lady, but she still has some charm and a relatively gentle temper.

I didn't expect that he would do things so cruelly.

"I have been sleeping in the garage before, just to be with their mother and daughter." Olinsky looked at the white ceiling and said in a muffled voice: "Give her some space and find a way to restore her relationship."

"Now it looks like it was all in vain."

"Hey."

Ethan put his shoulder on his shoulder and squeezed hard: "Maybe she is just confused for a moment, and everything will be fine."

"The call just now was from her, right?"

"If you are willing, you might as well communicate with her. Maybe it is a misunderstanding."

When encountering this kind of thing, the only thing you can do is to advise him like this.

In the United States, if a middle-aged man encounters this kind of thing, it can only be said to be a tragedy. Not only is it an emotional betrayal, but if he gets divorced, his property will also be hit hard.

Olinsky's wife is a housewife.

In itself, there is no income. As long as she does not remarry, alimony alone can make Olinsky's life difficult.

Even though I couldn't bear it, I could only persuade him to forgive me.

There are no people left, and no money.

"It goes without saying."

Olinsky shook his head slowly: "I can't forgive this kind of thing."

"Then do you need a few days off?" Ethan patted his shoulder and asked helplessly, "Do I want to give you a few days off?"

After hearing this, Olinsky bit off the candy tightly:

"What I need now is a job."

"Squeak."

The sound of the door opening interrupted the conversation between the two.

It was not good for outsiders to know this kind of thing. Ethan quickly stood up and looked at Eileen who came out of the ward.

"good news."

Erin's expression was more relaxed than before: "It doesn't look too optimistic, but after the doctor's examination, it was found that there were some skin injuries, and there is nothing serious about the movement. I just need to rest for a few days."

Rest, it is impossible to rest.

Like Olinsky, Hank also needs to work now to find those who dare to attack him.

"You guys go back first." Hank limped out after Erin: "Let the people in the intelligence team handle this matter. There is no need to let others know."

He looked at Ethan, gritted his teeth and said:

"You ask others to search for other clues first. As for Josie, you and Olinsky accompany me to that bar tonight."

"I will follow up on this clue myself."

If he guessed correctly, this Qiao Qian was an intelligence broker, relying on her acquaintance with some people to sell some of the information she had gathered.

Let others do it, and she will gain certain benefits afterwards.

Only this time, Hank wanted to let her know that she had messed with the wrong person, and that some people had ideas that she shouldn't even think about.

Ethan nodded and left the hospital with Erin and Olinsky.

Hank still needs to rest here for a while. Although there is no serious injury, he was beaten enough and needs to rest for a long time.

Back at the police station, everyone else was busy.

As soon as he walked into the main hall, Antonio came up to him: "Just now we continued to trace Marx's information and found that he had used five aliases. He is a habitual criminal with multiple criminal records."

Taking the information in his hand, Ethan opened it:

"Where's the other person?"

"We can't find any clues in the database." Antonio looked at the three of them and spread his hands: "This doesn't mean that he has never committed a crime before, but he is very careful not to leave a criminal record."

"That's right." He clicked on one of the names on the information:

"Two days ago, Max used this identity to rent a van in the South District. Traces of this vehicle were just found in the surveillance video near Hank's house."

Rusek stood up, scratched his nose and said:

"The positioning instrument on the car did not give any feedback, but I have uploaded the license plate number to the early warning system. I hope to find relevant information as soon as possible."

"No other clues were found at the kidnapping scene."

Ethan remembered something, closed the folder in his hand, and looked at Nadia: "Is there any chance to use the previous method again?"

If you can locate the phone directly, it will save a lot of trouble.

Just arrest people directly, there is no need to go around in circles here.

"I've already tried." Nadia stood up and shook her head and said, "The signal has been lost. Maybe Max noticed something was wrong and destroyed the phone card."

Then there is nothing we can do but investigate slowly.

Anyway, now that Hank has been found, things don't have to be so urgent. All that's lost is some money.

What's in the safe probably isn't all his wealth.

Losing hundreds of thousands is not a big problem for him.

"Did you ask Oliver?"

Antonio caught the folder that Ethan handed back and asked repeatedly: "This matter must have something to do with her. Did she provide any valuable clues?"

"some."

Ethan didn't hide this matter either: "Most likely it has nothing to do with her, but Oliver did mention a person's name."

"But that clue is between me, Olinsky and Hank."

"You guys, try your best to track down the van."

"receive."

Several responses rang out, and Erin quickly returned to her seat.

After getting Hank back, she finally returned to her usual state. She took a sip of coffee and looked at the surveillance video.

The whole person was full of energy, and the keyboard was clattering.

If she dared to attack her father, she wished she could find him right away and give those two guys the same treatment, letting them know what it felt like to be punished.

Olinsky sat back in his office chair, put his head in his hands, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

You can only rely on yourself for this kind of thing.

Seeing his frown, Ethan sighed softly and walked into the office.

The next thing is water grinding.

After taking a sip of ice-cold coffee, he remembered something and took out his phone to call.

He is a person who always can't wait to do whatever he thinks of. He originally wanted to contact the agent of the small building in the morning, but something like this happened and he almost forgot about it.

The call was quickly answered, and Ethan explained his intention.

Knowing that he wanted to know more about the house, the real estate agent was a little surprised, but he still introduced it in detail.

As soon as he said a few words, he was interrupted by Ethan.

Hearing is not as good as seeing, you still have to go and take a look, this is more reliable.

After he expressed his thoughts, the real estate agent on the other side of the phone said he would be available at any time, depending on his schedule.

Ethan thought for a while and set the meeting time for half an hour.

There's nothing wrong with staying here now, so I might as well go out to take a look and finish my lunch by the way.