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But he agreed, and he still looked at Hank playfully.

Yes, Bonnie is older now.

But her foundation is still very good. Just look at Irene and you will know that Bonnie was definitely not bad when she was young.

I dare not say that she is stunning, but she is definitely beautiful.

This guy Hank actually asked to borrow money from him.

Then he must have made up his mind and would rather spend all his wealth to solve this problem for Bonnie.

A simple relationship with Eileen cannot reach this level.

Could it be that these two people once had an affair!

When he thought of this, he looked at Hank with a more playful look, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. This guy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked serious.

Unexpectedly, it was quite fun to play.

"asshole."

When Hank noticed Ethan's expression, his old face suddenly turned red and he cursed: "Where did you want to go? I did this for Irene."

"That's right, that's right!"

Ethan chuckled: "I believe it must be so."

Hank couldn't resist this teasing look anymore. He shook his head helplessly and turned around to where the car was parked.

"correct."

Ethan reminded again and again: "If I guess correctly, Bonnie was called to the police station by Irene."

"There you can meet her."

"By the way, let's talk about old friendships. Well, what I mean is to ask how much money she owes."

"Fakeyu."

Hank stumbled and raised his middle finger without looking back.

Back at the front door of the police station, Hank quickly walked up the steps. He didn't want to hear that bastard teasing him again.

Seeing his guilty look, Ethan smiled even more.

If you have time, you have to gossip with Irene. Just as he was about to follow up, his steps suddenly stopped.

There was a dark figure standing in the corner next to him, his figure looked very thin.

"You go up first."

After shouting to Hank, Ethan took out a cigarette: "Have a cigarette, don't wait for me."

"OK."

Hank made the received gesture, wishing that this bastard wouldn't follow him.

"Mrs. Nomark."

Ethan lit up his cigarette, walked to the side, and stopped next to the thin figure: "It seems you have made up your mind."

Take a deep breath, the cigarette end glows scarlet.

A weak light fell on the other person's face, illuminating the weak face. The poor woman's eyes were extremely firm. She nodded silently and cast a grateful look.

The hood covered most of her head, and a few strands of short blond hair popped out.

On his body, he carried a black satchel.

The things inside looked heavy and angular.

"Later."

Ethan puffed out smoke and blinked quickly: "I will come out with my colleagues. There is a prisoner who needs to be escorted. If you need legal assistance, wait until I finish my work."

"Thanks."

Mrs. Nomark understood, her voice was a little nervous: "You work first, I will get some fresh air outside."

"Um."

Throwing the cigarette he had just taken two puffs to the ground, Ethan turned and walked into the police station.

Just as he expected, the other party rushed over very decisively. Although he was scared and nervous, there was no doubt about his determination.

Arriving at the reception hall, Pratt was holding a writing board.

"It's just the right time."

Seeing Ethan appear, she took off her glasses: "I have asked Burgess and Roman to go to the temporary detention warehouse. They should come out soon with Mi Ke."

"Bang."

"Step aside!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the partition door next to him was pushed open hard, heavy and rapid footsteps sounded, and two patrol officers, a man and a woman, rushed over in a hurry, both of them looking panicked.

"Sheriff."

Burgess swallowed his saliva and panted: "Mike was not in the detention warehouse, and he killed a person inside."

These words hit Pratt's mind like a thunderbolt.

She shook her body and couldn't believe what she heard. How could such a thing happen in the 21st Precinct.

"Hey~"

Ethan reacted quickly and blew his whistle hard. The sharp whistle attracted the attention of all the patrol officers in the reception hall.

It was the time of shift change, and there were more than a dozen people here.

"A prisoner escaped."

With a sharp shout, Ethan quickly commanded: "All police officers are off duty, and several entrances and exits are immediately blocked, and no one is allowed to enter or exit."

"Others, search all corners of the police station."

"Pratt."

Looking back at the panicked police sergeant, he continued to give the order: "Check the surveillance camera quickly to confirm whether he escaped outside."

"Walk."

Finally, he waved to Burgess and said hastily: "Take me to the scene."

As the orders were issued, all the patrol policemen in the reception hall dispersed with a loud bang. Everyone was running quickly and shouted softly from their mouths.

Platt finally came to his senses, but he didn't rush to check the surveillance.

Braving a cold sweat, she ran to the filing cabinet and tapped the red button on the wall. After a muffled sound, red lights flashed in every corner of the entire police station building.

Although there were no sirens, the entire police station was in commotion.

This light means there is an emergency within the police station.

The last time it lit up was when Antonio was shot.

If someone dies, this matter cannot be covered up. There will be a write-up in Pratt's record book no matter what. But what she wants now is not to cover up, but to find the person as soon as possible.

Ethan couldn't care less and followed Roman and Burgess to the detention warehouse.

Next to the wall, there are several bunk beds nailed to the wall.

In the innermost lower bunk, a white man's head was tilted to one side, his arms hanging down. There were several prisoners sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the dead guy.

"Bang."

Ethan kicked the prison door hard: "Everyone got out of bed, put their heads in their hands and lay on the ground."

This kind of thing happens in this kind of place.

No one dared to prick, they all lay down obediently.

Roman took out the key and quickly opened the prison door: "We just came here to take Miko out, but we found him lying sideways on the bed. You know, many prisoners like to play tricks."

"So we come in, and who knows, the guy wearing this outfit is a different guy."

Ethan stepped forward quickly and looked intently at the person lying on the bed.

There are several bruises on the neck.

The man's head also showed a strange angle, and it was obvious that his neck had been twisted.

If you reach out and touch it, there is still a hint of warmth.

It looked like he died not long ago, no more than half an hour.

But even if it was only ten minutes, it would be enough to make the other party run away. There was no point in closing the police station now.

Thinking of something, he quickly rummaged around on the bed.

Inside the crack, a restraint strap was found.

The plastic strap had been cut open with a sharp weapon and was dangling feebly in his hand.