Chapter 379 Intelligence Team

No way, he is handsome and popular everywhere.

Ethan said with a smile on his face: "I'm here to find Hank Boydt. I talked to him on the phone before and asked me to wait for him here."

"Oh."

The female sheriff smiled and pointed aside: "Just wait for him over there."

A patrolman next to him noticed this scene and opened his mouth in surprise. The female police chief looked over coldly, and the little patrolman hurriedly turned his head.

"OK, thanks."

Looking back, there is a bench against the wall next to the door that came up from the steps.

After nodding his thanks, he walked towards the bench.

Ethan sat down with peace of mind, took out his phone and glanced at it, the time agreed with Hank was still a few minutes away.

After chatting with Jia Bo for a while, I sent him my new address, giving him a chance to come and play with me.

Not long after, the voice of the female sheriff sounded:
"Boit, someone is looking for you."

Ethan raised his head and saw a familiar figure.

"Ethan."

Hank turned around, saw that it was him, and hurried over with open arms.

"Boit."

Ethan put away his phone, stood up quickly, and hugged him firmly, and the two patted their backs vigorously.

After a few strokes, Hank obviously couldn't take it anymore, and he quickly let go of Ethan:

"How is it going, is the journey going well?"

"very smooth."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'm here, I hope I can help."

"Please, don't say that."

Hank shook hands with him again, beaming.

Hank can still vividly remember what happened two months ago.

Between men, after going through a life-and-death crisis together, the relationship will quickly sublimate.

He really regarded Ethan as a friend, and it was so interesting that others came all the way to help him.

"Come on, follow me."

Hank patted Ethan on the shoulder and walked towards the reception desk: "Platt, this is my friend, Ethan Morgan, I mentioned it to you before."

The sheriff who received the maid, that is, Pratt, was very surprised by Hank's performance just now.

In the Bureau, Hank Boyett has always shown himself as a tough guy with restrained emotions.

A move like that just now is rare.

"Hey, Mr. Morgan."

But she still collected her energy and reached out to Ethan: "Trudy Pilates, you can call me Pilates."

"Just call me Ethan."

After shaking hands with her, the two looked at Hank together.

"Please, Ethan Morgan." Hank spread his hands and said to Pilates, "I told you before."

"Look at my memory."

Pilates quickly took off his glasses and said with a smile, "A new detective, right?"

"Yes."

Hank nodded heavily: "A police detective from the intelligence team."

Because of the relationship between Phillips and Hank, a lot of paperwork had been done in advance, so with the cooperation of Pilates, Ethan's onboarding work went very smoothly.

Hank took him to meet the branch chief again, as an interview to get to know him.

Ethan came out of the police academy, and he did have a job record, and his resume is also very good. With the arrangement of Phillips, the sub-chief ended the conversation after a few chats.

An hour later, he successfully got his uniform, police badge, locker key and various documents.

In the locker room, Ethan hung up his uniform, and put his silver big-brimmed hat and duty bag inside.

They are plainclothes, under normal circumstances, there is no need to wear these things.

At that time, I have to bring a few sets of clothes to change and wash, and I will encounter any situation when I go out on duty.

Playing with the badge of the Chicago police, it is the silver five-pointed star he is familiar with, but the pattern is different.

Hanging the police badge on his belt, Ethan transformed himself into a plainclothes detective in the Intelligence Unit of the 21st Precinct of the Chicago Police Department.

"Shet."

Boyte patted him on the shoulder and said hoarsely:

"Now, you are the most handsome detective in the 21st Bureau."

Ethan was wearing black boots, dark blue jeans and a black leather jacket.

Nora couldn't stand him wearing cheap clothes all day long, so she directly upgraded his wardrobe.

It cost a few thousand for this set.

The basics are good, and with the clothes as a foil, the whole person looks even more handsome.

"Thank you."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile:

"Where do you get the guns?"

He noticed that most of the people in the police station came and went with a Glock 17 on their bodies.

"Our intelligence team has our own equipment room."

Hank waved: "I'll take you there, it's time to introduce our people to you."

Along the way, Hank walked in a hurry, as if he had entered no one's land. He proudly introduced: "The intelligence team is the most important department of the 21st branch."

"Our office area is here."

When passing the reception desk, Ethan smiled at the receptionist Sheriff Pratt, and followed Hank to the right.

A few meters to the right of the hall, there is an upward staircase.

At the entrance of the stairs, it is sealed with an iron cage, and there is a combination lock on the door.

Hank pointed upwards: "That's our office area, go get the equipment first."

They went around the stairs and down the side passage.

Push open the side door and come to a large garage.

"Hush."

As soon as he walked into the garage, he saw the equipment room in the corner, and Ethan whistled.

The so-called equipment room is a large iron cage with a square table in the middle and a gun cabinet next to it, where all kinds of firearms are neatly placed together.

Next to the iron cage is a large room.

Through the window glass, you can see that there are several rows of shelves inside, and densely packed materials are stacked together.

"Sheriff."

A figure flickered, and an Asian guy in a dark plaid shirt came out and greeted Hank.

"Sheldon Jean."

Hanke reached out and introduced: "Technical support from our intelligence team."

Seeing this handsome Asian boy with a handsome face, Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Ethan Morgan."

Hank introduced at the right time: "The new detective."

The Asian boy, Gene, shook hands with him quickly: "Hello, if you have any technical needs, just contact me."

"Drip drip."

Hank pressed the combination lock in the equipment room and opened the iron mesh door: "Come on, what do you use conveniently, take it by yourself, and Gene will help you register the procedures."

"Long guns are usually kept in the car, and they are used when they are in action. The same is true for live body armor."

On the gun cabinet, AR-15 and Glock 17 are mainly used.

Ethan picked up a Glock and weighed it lightly.

Although he was very used to it, he decided to change his style.

"Do you have python revolvers here?"

Ethan put down the Glock and glanced back and forth: "The six-inch one?"

"keep the change."

Gene spread his hands: "Sorry, we don't have any here."

Ethan looked at him and asked, "Then can I register my personal gun for use?"

Gene nodded and said, "Of course it's fine if you want."

Accompanied by Hank, he walked out of the police station, took the Python revolver out of the car, and registered the gun as a sidearm.

The intelligence team worked in plain clothes, and Ethan didn't have to wear a heavy duty belt.

The Chinese brother Gene brought him an underarm holster, inserted the python revolver into it, and hung a string of handcuffs on his waist, which is simple and concise.

"You don't look like a plainclothes police detective." Hank patted the Glock on his waist and said with a smile:

"Looks like a fed agent, the cowboy kind."

A large silver revolver loomed under Ethan's jacket.

 Thank you Qilushanren for the reward, thank you
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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