Chapter 551 Just Be Reasonable

The scene was quickly dealt with, and there was no point in staying here.

They immediately returned to the police station, and after a day's work, there were only three more corpses and an injured police officer, and everyone was listless.

Not long after he sat down, Hank walked out of the office seriously:

"Unfortunately, I have some bad news here."

"I received a call that the Rosemont police officer who was shot just now failed to survive in the hospital and has passed away."

"Jesus."

Antonio dropped the pen in his hand on the table with an angry look on his face.

Everyone else also had solemn expressions.

Although they are only police officers in suburban counties, they can still be considered their own people.

What's more, if he was shot and died during a joint operation, no one would be happy.

"Only his wife and two children were left behind." Hank put his hands in his pockets: "We lost a heroic policeman."

Ethan curled his lips calmly, "The dead are the most important, people are dead, so they can only say a few nice words."

"One way or another, we have to find Sims."

Hank said in a deep voice: "You continue the work at hand, I will go and talk to the lawyer in person tonight."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the office.

When Sumner heard the news, she was shocked. She and Eileen already knew the situation at the scene.

Once you make a wrong judgment, you will get bullets.

Unexpectedly, this sentence came true so quickly, which made her a little scared.

Now that things have reached a dead end, everyone present can only study the case file to see if there are any doubts.

Ethan sat for a while and looked at the Glock placed aside.

He grabbed the pistol, stood up and walked downstairs.

After asking about the whereabouts of Burgess from Platt, he immediately went to the patrol lounge.

Opening the door, Burgess sat in a corner by the window.

The setting sun casts a golden light on her brown hair.

He walked over lightly and stood behind her.

Burgess shook the pen in his hand rapidly, not knowing what to write for a moment.

As time went by, the scene of shooting the other person just now became clearer in her mind, but what happened around her became confusing.

She put the ballpoint pen into her mouth, bit it, and scratched her hair in annoyance.

"Just make it up if you can't remember it, as long as it's reasonable."

The sudden words from behind startled her.

"Hey."

Burgess quickly took off the pen and forced a smile.

"Your gun."

Ethan put the Glock on the table, pulled up a chair and sat down: "How's it going? Are you okay?"

"Thanks."

Burgess swung his ponytail: "I'm fine."

"Is this your first time to kill a criminal?" Ethan originally wanted to say kill, but thought it was more appropriate to kill.

"Yes." Burgess nodded and frowned.

"This is also the first time I've fired a gun in action."

"Okay!" Ethan scratched his head.

The first time you shoot, you kill someone.

No matter who it is, it is a great stimulus.

"What did Pratt say?" Ethan knocked on the table and looked at the half-written report she had written.

"Administrative leave."

Burgess tilted his head and continued to fill out the form: "I also need to receive psychological treatment."

"How about this."

Ethan looked at his watch, he was about to get off work: "I know a very good psychological treatment method, are you interested in giving it a try?"

"Yes!" Burgess' eyelashes flickered:

"What method?"

"When you finish your work, I will have a nice drink with you in the evening." Ethan winked at her:

"When you're drunk, you don't have to think about anything."

"No problem, I'll contact you later."

Burgess nodded heavily and fist bumped with Ethan.

Walking upstairs, seeing Antonio hurriedly coming downstairs, Ethan quickly grabbed his arm:

"Did you give anything to Horsted?"

"I'm going to see him now." Seeing no one around, Antonio patted his arms and made two muffled sounds.

"Okay." Ethan clapped his hands with him:

"If you need help, just ask."

"Thanks."

Antonio let go of his hand and walked down quickly.

Looking at his hurried away figure, Ethan was about to walk up the stairs when Olinsky appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Is it about Halsted?"

He took off the candy canes, walked down slowly, and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Ethan shrugged.

Since you have already guessed it, there is no need to hide it.

Of course, he would not take the initiative to find someone to talk to.

"We are all in the same group. If you can help me, I can help you." Olinsky waved his hand:

"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

As soon as I walked to the main room, I saw a ponytail swinging inside my desk.

"Where's the candy, where's the candy?"

"Damn, why doesn't this guy like sweets?"

"Potato chips, so good."

Along with the rustling sound, Irene kept talking.

There are snacks I bought under the table. I put some in the car and brought the rest up.

"What are you doing?"

Ethan slammed the table and shouted loudly.

"Boom!"

Irene was startled, raised her head subconsciously, and knocked against the baffle under the table.

"asshole."

She rubbed her head and stood up, and said confidently:

"You ate my potato chips this morning and this is what you pay back."

Ethan kept looking at the several packages in her arms, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"This this."

Erin stammered and thought of an excuse quickly: "By the way, this is interest."

"Click!"

Ethan clenched his fist and made a few crisp sounds:

"Are you a loan shark?"

"Okay." Erin hesitated, put down two bags of potato chips, and then hugged the rest tightly.

"This is the least. I'm not afraid of your threats."

"I know everything here." Ethan picked up his coat expressionlessly, turned and went downstairs:

"Don't eat it secretly while I'm away."

"cut."

Seeing his figure disappearing at the top of the stairs, Erin rolled her eyes and grabbed the potato chips she had just put down.

She happily returned to her seat and continued to earn overtime pay.

After a leisurely dinner, we drove to Molly's Bar.

As soon as I entered, I saw Rusek and his fiancée Wendy, who were having sex with each other, looking like they were killing singles.

"Ethan."

Rusek waved to him and asked happily: "Want to come over and join us?"

"No."

Ethan nodded to Burgess, who was sitting in the corner: "Another day."

"OK~"

Rusek turned around, said hello to Burgess, and continued drinking with his fiancée.

Walking to sit opposite Burgess, Ethan took off his coat:

"I thought you would be busy for a while."

"I'm the best at writing reports." Burgess waved to the bartender: "Two glasses of whiskey, two glasses of beer."

When the things were brought over, she took out the money and put it on the tray.

"Let me buy you a drink."

Picking up the classical glass filled with whiskey, Burgess gestured and drank the liquor by himself.