The sun rises into the clouds, and at the other end of the city, a quiet building shines through the open window lattices to the messy desk.

The cigarette butt was placed in the ashtray, and the green smoke was slowly washed away. Then it was taken by the hand that reached out and put it on the dry lips and took a sip.

In the noisy Chicago Police Department, Detective Fred spitted out smoke and looked at the photos of the scene taken back this morning on the table, as well as several unsatisfactory bodies.

Soon, they were folded together and put into the file bag, clamped the cigarette butt between their fingers, and rubbed their face hard.

"plum......"

The sun shines on the man's tired face. For the cases that occurred, he feels even more painful about what the Asian youth who treats them as students.

"I treat you as a student..."

"Why do you do this!"

Although he had already guessed the other person's identity, he still couldn't let go of the smile when he remembered the young man's smile. After all, he had been with him for a year and had been a partner for a year. Unlike other police officers, he was discriminatory in his skin color. He was truly treating the other person as a qualified policeman and was devoted to his feelings.

As an important member of the criminal case team, he cannot ignore it.

The police station was noisy and noisy. The arrested person sat on the bench waiting to talk, and still quarreled with the police with his neck. The huge noise made Fred punch hit the table with a "bang", got up, pulled the black man who stretched his neck toward a provocative policewoman, and shouted and punched him in the other person's face.

"Bitches are raised! It is you black people who have made the crime rate in this city remain high!!"

He beat and pulled the other party and lifted the square table and pen holder next to him, and pushed the information away. Fred pressed the other party's neck with his elbow. His face showed anger and ferocious veins bulging between his neck, and his loud roar attracted the police officers around him. The criminal looked in shock.

The black criminal who was being pressed was held back with his hands, his face flushed and he was struggling and shouting.

"I can't breathe...Police officer, I can't breathe."

"Then shut up!!!"

Fred roared again and called a few times. In the corridor outside the office, a group of people in suits came over and saw the police officers from afar and hurried to the furious man.

"Inspector, the CIA people are here."

As he spoke, Fred turned his head and several people walked into the office. The white man with a high nose bridge and pointed chin looked at the wailing black criminals over there, and smiled and said, "Inspector Fred, this case has exceeded the scope of the Chicago police. We have asked us to take over. Please give me some evidence in the process of the case."

There are actually not many evidences in the case. The most expensive thing has been taken away by Li Ran, and the rest are just some photos and confessions on the scene.

The man slapped his profile bag, chuckled twice, turned around and left.

"Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you one thing."

The CIA man turned around and raised his finger at Fred, "Inspector Fred, you have been temporarily suspended. Because of the unknown understanding of the people, Professor Harris's efforts have been wasted. Go back and regret it, and strive to return to this position as soon as possible, or be demoted to a level and be a small police officer."

The US police system couldn't like these federal agents, and even felt unhappy. These sarcastic words made the Chicago police officers around him look angry.

Watching them go away, they cursed one by one, and even smashed the files and information in their hands.

"These guys with nostrils facing the sky will suffer sooner or later."

"........................ will definitely blow their heads."

"I'm waiting to see the joke, too."

"When they need to call us for reinforcements, I think my foot will be injured and I can't go."

“…… At that time, my wife will give birth to a baby.”

The noise was intertwined in his ears, Fred looked at the corridor where the group of people went, knocked out the cigarette butts in his hand, and walked to his desk. The noisy words became smaller and smaller. Someone came to comfort him, and he waved his hand.

"No, just take a vacation, just go back and spend time with your wife and daughter."

He packed up his personal belongings, took out the paper from the drawer, and there were various lines on it. From Harris to the case on Puttons Street last night, he made a clear plan. He looked at the Chinatown where the lines were connected to the above, and suddenly laughed and threw the paper into the shredder.

"I am now the suspended Inspector and have no obligation to help you."

He greeted his colleagues with his belongings a few times and walked out of the police building easily. The bright sunshine shone, and Fred narrowed his eyes and felt much more comfortable.

At least Li will not fall into his hands, and that mysterious man C      IA will not investigate, and his energy will definitely be on Li. After all, things are the most important. No matter how many assassinations died, neither the CIA nor the Chicago Police Department, they took it too seriously.

"I hope he won't have any trouble."

The sky above the street looked like white clouds slowly floated. Because of a rain last night, the road was wet, and the car ran over a pool of water, rippling waves. Pedestrians on the street came and went, or sat on the bench on the side of the road and looked at the newspaper in their hands; the woman holding a dog walked in the park and greeted the people she knew.

Enjoying the comfort after the rain, the Chinese youth selling in Chinatown was lively and noisy, visited each store by shop, was rejected, exited with a smile, wiped the sweat stains on his face, and then walked to another house; the Lady who was carrying the gas tank was pedaled on the tricycle, shouting at a rental building, hanging a few pieces of underwear, the woman in pajamas stuck her head out and asked him to deliver the cans.

At the nearby Longji Tea Restaurant, the person who checked out left. The clerk came in with another group of customers. The fat old man greeted him twice, took two bags of takeaway and yelled at the kitchen.

"Ahu, takeout, from Tianzitang!"

On the kitchen aisle, I sat on the stool and held a big man who was scooping out the mouth with big mouthfuls. I put down the wooden bucket of steamed rice, wiped the rice grains on my beard, took the takeaway from the counter, and went straight outside to ride the women's bicycle. With the creaking chain disc rubbing, I roguely roared the bell, pressed the address, and stopped in front of a beauty salon.

"Whose takeaways for you?"

He pushed open the glass door and touched the wind chime hanging on the door. Behind the counter in front, there was a white girl at the front desk. Seeing the tall figure coming in and the face with thick beard and fierce eyes, he quickly put down his cell phone and stood up at a loss.

With a Chinese language that is not very familiar, he stuttered and asked, "Are you... delivering food?"

"Don't it look like it?"

"It's like robbing..." Realizing that he said the wrong thing, the little girl quickly shut up and said: "Wait a minute, I'll ask who they ordered upstairs."

He grabbed the landline on the side in a panic and asked a few questions. After a while, the stairs inside gradually stomped down. At this time, it was lunch and rushed over. He took the takeaway from Wang Ruhu, and from time to time he reached out to pinch it on him, touched it a few times, laughed and dispersed, opened the lunch box and started eating.

"Ahu!"

There was someone coming down from the stairwell. Seeing the back that was about to leave, the woman quickly called him, "I'm here, I don't say I'll see you."

Hearing this voice, Wang Ruhu didn't know who it was, but he was a little curious.

"Sister Lan, are you working in this beauty salon?"

"Of course, let's not talk about it. I have a customer, so you can do it first." The woman didn't keep him for a long time. She smiled and wiped the sweat from her face to make him pay attention to safety on the way.

Although it was noon at this time, I still had to work hard before I finished my hand. Wang Ruhu also understood, nodded and pushed the bicycle on and before he could get on, he heard the sound of "pop" inside.

Um?

The laid tripod was backed back, Wang Ruhu turned around and looked at the store. The women who were eating on both sides of the hall also looked into the inner room, pinching the chopsticks and asking him to leave quickly.
Chapter completed!