In the early morning, the sun was shining. When he drove to the Western Conference on the weekend, the Miami-style beachwear had already turned into a police uniform. He had no anxiety about sleepless night on his face, and it seemed particularly relaxed.

"Hey, Miguel, come and eat hot dogs again, be careful to become fat."

On the weekend, I stood at the police station with a smile and joked with the little gang beside Wood. Everything seemed very normal until...

"week."

Preston walked out of the parking lot, and stopped before he had never stopped in the hot dog cart, looking at the weekend with a suspicious look on his face and said, "Where is your gun!"

"Didn't you say you had taken the gun away last night and you had to wipe it clean?"

Perhaps Preston didn't care about anything else, but if a police officer had no gun in his holster, he wouldn't care whether he wanted to.

Vic heard this and looked at Zhouyue and asked, "Zhou, have you forgotten your gun in the car? Sometimes I feel uncomfortable driving with a gun on my waist..."

"no." After denied them calmly on the weekend, he pulled Preston's arm to the other side: "Private, I came to get the gun yesterday, but I can't use this gun, but I can't touch it. If possible, I also hope you can notify the people from the Forensics Department and the Ministry of Internal Affairs now. This matter is very important..."

The little gang Wood almost watched the weekend muttering with Preston for nearly fifteen minutes. Both of them had very serious expressions, so serious that they were shooting again in a wandering area.

"Wood, what did you say to Preston on the weekend?" Miguel couldn't suppress his increasingly inflated curiosity.

"Is this necessary? If I had to complain, who would be a partner with Chekov?" Wood said, thinking he knew the weekend well. "If it were him, he had already started the holiday. Maybe after the five-week paid holiday, Chekov would have caused some big disaster and kicked himself out of the police station."

Boom...boom...

When a Ford Raptor drove the car into the parking lot with an arrogant sound of oil, the small group next to the hot dog car stopped talking by the imposing sound. In that second, after the Blue Raptor, which was obviously larger than other cars, was turned off, a man walked down the car. This man made everyone look at him during the weekend when he was talking to Preston in close contact.

The man looked heroic in his police uniform, and he took every step with a magnificent momentum. There seemed to be nothing in this world that could bend his hard waist as hard as steel, and it was impossible for him to lower his stubborn head.

"What-the-**..." Miguel said after seeing this scene: "When he was not wearing a police uniform before, it just made people feel a little stronger. After changing into the police uniform, I - his - my mother wants to play background music for him."

I kept watching this man on the weekend, and the first and only impression he left on the weekend was - hard!

The face that looked like "Pu-Jing" was born with a tough look, and it was completely tightened to the police uniform shirt, which made people suspect that the muscles that would even break the buttons on their chests with a little force... His hardness was like the stone used by humans during the Stone Age, strong and trustworthy.

Of course, this kind of person is born with a kind of contempt for others, just like when he saw "Pu-King" on the news before the weekend, he never thought that this guy who ruled the world looked down upon anyone, and Chekov also had such a tough attitude.

That's how he appeared so arrogantly, ignoring everyone's way into the police station, only others paid attention to his back, but he never said 'hi' to anyone.

"asshole!"

"Look at his arrogant arrogance."

"As a height of six feet and four inches, you are not afraid of hitting the air conditioner and killing him when you go home..."

The little gang Wood completely forgot who was suppressed by Chekov's momentum and lost his voice. Anyway, when Chekov disappeared from their sight, the mouths began to become very neat again.

“guy’s!”

At this time, Preston turned around and shouted, indicating that the time was up, and then walked towards the police station together with the weekend. On the way, he took out the phone and seemed to be saying something to someone.

Then, something even more unexpected happened. Preston actually canceled the morning meeting this morning, but said something to the administrator of the evidence room and took Zhou and Chekov into his room. Half an hour passed, and Wood was still curious about what they were talking about. When the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Forensic Department rushed into the evidence room with their IDs and directly. At that time, the weekend seemed to have become Frankenstein, squatting in the evidence room and explaining in detail to the two waves of people. Finally, he took out his cell phone and handed it to the person in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Wood kept seeing all this on the second floor, and everyone else was blown out by him on the grounds of attendance.

After the weekend, I talked with the Forensic Department and the Interior Department, half of the morning had passed. During this period, everyone was talking nonstop on the weekend. The Forensic Department and the Interior Department nodded and only occasionally made a few words. After the weekend, I put on rubber gloves and carried the evidence bag with a pistol and said to the weekend: "Officer Zhou, we will conduct a careful inspection of this gun. Before that, you can apply for a temporary gun with your superior."

They actually left!

Wood looked at the weekend incredibly. He wanted to understand what he meant by using countless professional terms on the weekend, but he seemed to have never heard of those words since he was unfamiliar with those words.

"Chou." After leaving the Forensics Department and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Wood wanted to find out what was going on, but on the weekend, he just waved his hand at him and said, "Wood, I'm talking late. I need to apply for a temporary gun now, and then patrol with my new partner, a little later."

A moment later, Preston took another gun with the weekend, a Glock 22.

He could understand how curious Wood was about this when he put the gun in his holster on the weekend, but he never wanted the other party to get involved.

Leaving the police station, he sat in the police car driven by Chekov over the weekend, and the Russian tough guy drove from the door of the police station to their jurisdiction and said to him: "Now we are partners, ha."

"That's right." The weekend answered very friendly.

"You seem to be different from the rest of the police station."

I joked about the weekend: "I hope you are not talking about skin."

"It's certainly not." Chekov clearly didn't have the curling tongue sound of a generation of Russian immigrants, and he said clearly: "I mean, everyone else seems to be hostile to me."

"So you drove that raptor into the police station in a handsome manner?"

"What else? Cut your head to them? I won't."

He cleverly changed the topic on the weekend. He didn't want to argue with Chekov whether Wood and the others were hostile or Chekov was too arrogant. He just said calmly: "Our jurisdiction is here, let's park it, let's go down and have a walk, and get to know the neighborhood and you and me."

When the police car parked gently on the side of the road, I found that this tough Russian guy was not only wild, but also could use a little bit of force when he stepped on the brakes.
Chapter completed!