It was a pleasant weekend on Los Angeles Beach. At this time, he was wearing a Miami-style green palm tree shirt and a pair of orange-red shorts leaning against a white beach lounger. His eyes were covered by sunglasses and looking straight at the blanket lying on the blanket not far away in front of him - red - naked ==== sun - back girl, you can hear a very stupid sound in his ears, "Private, can you please apply sunscreen for me?"

The hot scene was directly in my mind. At this time, I reached out to take out a bottle of cold beer from the insulated box next to the lounge chair on the weekend, opened the bottle cap with a "touch". When the bottle mouth was still emitting white cold air, I directly fed the bottle into my mouth...

Uh ~

After drinking this beer, he changed his sight over the weekend. A beach volleyball game composed of beauties was unfolding in laughter. His eyes were full of running, jumping down and shaking... Rounding.

On the beach in Los Angeles, as long as you wear tinted glasses to block your view and automatically ignore those men with chest hair, it is really a beautiful scenery everywhere.

"Don't pay attention to me."

Wood walked back from the seaside far away. Her youngest daughter was playing with Selena. When she heard Wood's voice over the weekend, she looked at the beach and happened to see a wave coming and rushing the little girl into the sea. At that time, he smiled: "What's wrong?"

This was the fourth day of the weekend vacation. He had no plans to come to the beach. These days he had just visited Hollywood and looked at the Avenue of Stars and the Star Wax Museum that Chinese must visit when traveling. When he was about to take a day off, he was woken up by Wood in the early morning, because he was invited to participate in this family day.

Later on the weekend I learned that the main reason for joining this family day was that Wood's car could not bring everyone in the family to the beach at one time...

"Can you believe it? I thought of that bastard Chekov inexplicably on such a relaxed day!"

"Since he came to the police station, those of us who have worked in the wandering area for more than ten years have become rookies. Every day when we go to work, we can see his eyes despise everyone in the public office area... Traffic reports, criminal handover, evidence archives, and other bullshits have made us so busy that we are so busy that we still have to endure that annoying look?"

I laughed over the weekend. A detective wearing casual clothes was sent to the branch office to wear a police uniform. It would be strange if his eyes were right when he looked at others. This could also be said inversely. Some policemen in police uniforms were used to slandering those who were wearing plain clothes in private. When such a guy was sent to his side, no matter what kind of eyes he looked at his colleagues around him, he probably wouldn't have any good eyes.

"Forget it, he hasn't done anything too much yet?" said the weekend.

Wood was about to continue saying something, but suddenly remembered and said, "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet. If you hadn't helped today, I might have had to send my family here twice."

"Don't talk about those."

Wood just said politely. When he heard that he didn't care much on the weekend, he began to reach out and slap the sand stuck to his feet: "Anyway, if I'm you, I will continue to ask for leave. Believe me, Chekov definitely does not have the potential to be a good partner."

If you think of this kind of speculation, you often don't answer much on weekends. Instead, you stick out the beer bottle in your hand at Wood. When Wood also reached over with the bottle, the two beer bottles made a crisp sound, he took another sip, not for alcohol, to relieve the embarrassment when he couldn't speak.

Bee, bee, bee.

The weekend phone rang out of place at this moment. When he picked up the phone next to the recliner, he answered: "Zhou, Preston."

He gave Wood a secret code with his eyes: "Private, is there anything wrong? I'm on vacation."

"How about resting? Do you need psychological counseling?"

"Psychological counseling?" Over the weekend, he repeated the sentence in Wood's eyes.

Preston explained: "If you feel too stressed after shooting a gangster, we won't let you go back to work too quickly. Carrying out psychological counseling for a period of time will change this situation and help you get back to your condition."

Wood kept nodding as he watched the weekend.

Zhouzhang smiled and said, "I don't think there is any need for this, I am in a good mental state."

"Okay, on the weekend, I'll tell you a good news. Your partner has already got it. If you think you're in good condition, you can come back and take the leave."

"Can."

After saying this on the weekend, the other party responded with an official response: "Looking forward to you coming back."

"Private, wait a moment." On the weekend, Preston stopped him who was about to hang up the phone and asked, "My gun is in the hands of the Homicide Knight. At that time, the F-Prince received the entire scene. I think the Knight should leave my gun to the F-Prison. Without a gun, how can I patrol?"

Preston was stunned for a moment and said to the phone: "Miguel, go to the evidence room to see if the gun on the weekend was sent back by the F."

The weekend was waiting, and he wanted to hear something from the phone.

"Private, do you think this thing that has been covered with fingerprint powder and has unknown liquid traces on it... is called a gun?"

When this sentence was passed through the microphone and into his ears on weekends, he suddenly raised his head while answering the phone. This was a very interesting micro-expression... as if someone had stepped on his tail.

"Zhou, your gun is taken back, but the forensic department of F-fid doesn't seem to care much about our hygiene habits. You need to clean it up yourself."

I started to become cautious on the weekend and asked, "Privately, can I take the gun home to clean it up at night? I don't want to bring a dirty gun while patrolling."

"no problem."

Preston hung up the phone, and at the same time Wood said, "Zhou, you should listen to me, at least take a rest for a while..."

"Wood, I'm sorry."

Wood was stunned. It seemed that such a thing could not be apologized for such a serious matter.

"I have to leave. Now I have to go back to the bureau. I force those guys to make my gun full of fingerprint powder. I don't want the pistol to get stuck at the critical moment of patrol."

"I can understand." Wood nodded.

He got up and walked out on the beach over the weekend. He now had very important things to do.

He drove, and didn't go home to change his clothes on the weekend, so he went straight to the police station. Along the way, he thought about everything that happened on the rooftop of Cecil Hotel like a movie replay. In fact, he had been thinking about everything that happened on the rooftop of Cecil Hotel for the past three days, but he ignored the two most important key points, one of which is irreversible, and the other is the DNA on the pistol.

Since the F-Pin has tested his gun, Adam's gun should have also been tested. When this forensic report was placed on the F-Pin agent's desk...
Chapter completed!