Los Santo Police Department, Chief Office.

Director Chris Lauder was playing an old-fashioned gunfight game on his computer, shuttled through the rain of bullets and was about to shoot out three shots, but suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the door.

Chris ignored it. He controlled the keyboard and mouse movement, shook one position, emerged from another exit, shot, and shot the last enemy in the head.

A victory picture popped up on the computer screen, and a loud bang came from the door of his office.

Blonde Klein retracted his raised right foot outside the door, and the door lock was squinting to one side.

"The director is busy." Klein said with a smile as he looked at Chris behind the computer screen.

It seemed that he didn't kick open the door.

"The cost of repairing the door is deducted from your salary." Chris said coldly at Klein.

"It's okay, I don't live on my salary anyway." Klein walked in, covered the door with the loose door lock, and then carried the chair and sat in front of Chris. "Sir, why would such an ordinary bank robbery alarm those vultures?"

"Of course it's because there's delicious carrion in your prey." Chris quit the game. The police chief was over fifty years old, with gray hair and slightly cloudy eyes.

By his age, the police chief had basically achieved his goal. Even though he was the police chief of Los Santo, he also understood that he was now in a position waiting for retirement.

But as long as he has not retreated, he is still a great Buddha that can shock all the sluts.

Even if this big Buddha sits in his office almost every day and plays old gun battle games from decades ago, he licks the bones of his prey like a lion with a tooth loss in memory.

"So I drove those vultures away, but nothing should be wrong, right?" Klein asked tentatively.

He was actually sure to take this matter down, but he always had nothing wrong with asking himself this old boss.

"What can you do if you say it," Chris smiled. "But you are always more useful than my old bones. You are better than anything else, but a young man, who is too strong."

"When I was as old as you, I was still a little policeman. I ran around with my boss all day long. How could I have the aspiration to kick open the boss's door in the head?"

"I feel angry." Klein said quietly, "You should know more than me, Director. Can you tell me where the carrion that can attract vultures in this bank robbery?"

Chris looked at the blonde junior in front of him. He had never been as energetic as the person in front of him, but could only slowly climb to this position where he could provide him with enough retirement.

Then the old police chief shook his head.

Klein sighed, took out a black card from his pocket and patted it gently on the table "Then can I buy it?"

Chris looked at the young man in front of him. In fact, he was not young. He had passed the most furious youth and could not do anything irritating. However, since wearing this police uniform, his sharpness has not been worn away. He is also deliberately using his sharpness, but now it seems that this sharpness may have hurt him.

"As my advice, you'd better not be in charge of this case anymore. Even if you don't leave it to those vultures, you'd better not investigate it anymore."

Klein took out another black card from his pocket and pressed it on the table. "Old man, do you think I listen to you so much?"

This man has blue and sharp eyes and is extremely bright.

Chris sighed, reached out and pulled open the drawer a little hard, pulled out a stack of black cards from it, and slapped it on the table, "Or, let's change the word."

"You take all of this and then just treat me as giving you a paid leave."

"Whether you go to the Landfrog Country or the Wind Niu Country, even if you want to go to the island to see your brother, I don't care about you." Director Chris stared at the eyes of Officer Klein, "How?"

He asked.

"So old guy, are you doing it for my own good?" Klein twitched slightly, then took back the two black cards he took out, and reached out to hold the stack of black cards, and looked up at the director's expression.

Sure enough, the director was generous when he spoke, and the flesh on his face was twitching, as if Klein was cutting his flesh.

But in the end he aimed at the ceiling, looking like he was invisible.

Then Klein slowly put all the black cards in his pocket.

Turning around, walking towards the door step by step, "Then I'll go to the island to see my brother."

"Get out, get out." Chris said repeatedly. He didn't expect that this little bastard would really dare to quarrel him.

Originally, he thought that the young man was young and energetic, so he would not take his own scene seriously. But it was fine. He left the biggest disaster star like this, at least he could live a more stable life in his next career as a director.

Klein brought the door again, Chris opened the game again, and was shot at the beginning.

Sure enough, my heart was in chaos. After all, it would be strange if I was not messed up by someone.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Klein stood at the door, holding the stack of black cards in his hand. "Look, I'm back again. I'll use so much this time to buy your information from Director."

The blonde young man had a sweet smile, clean like autumn chrysanthemums with dew.

"Get out of here!" The director went crazy.

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At Hotel Aibel, Master Yue has used breakfast and is checking his equipment.

His equipment is in his suitcase, of course, he didn't bring a gun when he came out this time.

In the suitcase are some plastic sheets that look like toys. Such plastic sheets are not any prohibited items even if they are seen during security checks.

But Master Yue was splicing these plastic pieces as thin as cicada wings bit by bit.

The close-fitting bulletproof soft armor, plastic boxing gloves, and several chips that are the size of a fingernail were picked out from the phone, and then installed in the grooves where the plastic sheets were assembled.

Master Yue couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his final masterpiece.

Yes, he didn't expect that he was so old that he had to go out to work hard for others.

Although the other person seems to be a very interesting person.

Master Yue checked it and confirmed that there was no error. Then he folded the assembled plastic pieces along specific patterns, and finally folded them into balls slightly smaller than the Rubik's Cube, which were stuffed into his pocket by Master Yue.

"I still hope that nothing will happen." Master Yue murmured at the luxurious ceiling of the hotel. By the way, he also turned on his cell phone.

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