When, when, when, when.△￠

On the weekend, he stood in front of a resident's house and knocked on the door. When the Latino wearing a white shirt inside opened the door and appeared there, he said, "Western Department Patrolman Weekend, this is my partner Chekov, privately, do you have children?"

"Why do you ask this?" He looked at the other party with some clues, as if he rarely experienced the situation where the police took the initiative to come.

He smiled over the weekend and said, "Do you still have the habit of playing graffiti now?"

"I don't like that thing." He answered with a glance at Chekov behind the weekend.

"Private, don't be nervous. I'm just strange about the 6 written horizontally at your door. This looks like a graffiti, so knock on the door and ask if you live with your children, otherwise you should be careful. It's probably a sign left by a thief or a homeless man. Of course, if you didn't spray it with spray paint on your own."

"oh,**." The Latino man cursed and walked out of the room. When he pulled the door to a close position, he saw a 6 sprayed with green spray paint. However, this 6 is different from the normal number and is horizontal: "What should I do?"

He said very friendly to the weekend: "Don't worry, you don't need to be too nervous. Wipe this number later. Just lock the door when you go out. We will deal with the rest."

"Is this my call to the police? I mean, should I call the police again?" He was a little nervous.

The weekend comforted: "Private, calm, nothing has happened yet, don't think so much, maybe this is not what I thought. In a moment, I will notify the Juvenile Crime Department and the Criminal Crime Department to see if they are tracking similar cases, and tell the successors to increase patrols in this area, and the police will do their best to ensure your property is safe."

"Thank you." The Latino man thanked him, went back to the house and started to wipe the door with tools, and left here on the weekend.

Chekov followed behind the weekend in a police uniform, and when they continued to walk forward and patrol, he asked in confusion: "Juvenile Crime Department?" Obviously, he didn't know why the weekend was related to teenagers.

"Spraying, have you seen a man who is over 30 years old who still deals with spraying? Raven is a game that belongs to the youth, and it is possible that a group of children are fighting for a real theft gang. They use children who are not noticeable to conduct investigations and specialize in bachelors. After get off work, this group of people will sit in a bar and leave their home empty in the dark." After explaining on the weekend, he said on the walkie-talkie on his body: "Parker, the patrol officer of the West Bureau found an abnormal situation on the weekend... please notify the Juvenile Crime Department and the Criminal Crime Department to see if there are any similar cases."

After walking a distance further, Chekov couldn't help asking: "Where did you learn this?"

Looking back at him over the weekend, he said, "Assessment knowledge. All the assessment knowledge plus normal inference will give you a so-called direction, but this direction is not accurate. Maybe the household just now was just a group of children who like to make trouble and sprayed a meaningless number on the door. Who knows, it is our patrolman's responsibility to remind the owner to be careful. It's nothing wrong to be careful."

"Why don't you continue to look for any numbers like 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 on other houses? According to your analysis, if these numbers exist, wouldn't we have a case to investigate?"

I took out my cell phone to take a look at the time on the weekend: "Lunch time is up."

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Before I could take a step to the fast food restaurant, Chekov had already grabbed his shoulder. The weekend sighed and said, "I have to be honest now. Do you want to know the reason? Let me tell you during lunch!"

Try not to provoke Chekov's impulsive anger on the weekend. He believes that no one will lose his temper for no reason. As long as he doesn't think about suppressing him, he doesn't show that he is a big shot everywhere, or he can really become a very strong partner with Chekov, which will reduce a lot of trouble.

In KFC, he bought three burgers and two cups of Coke on the weekend and ordered another fried chicken. He tried to push the relationship in a friendly direction and actively exposed some shortcomings.

"Che, let me re-introduce. The Chinese who is sitting in front of you is a policeman who is still holding the hat of a "black policeman". His current identity is that the Western Bureau of the West has a seconded police officer in order to clear the drug market in the jurisdiction. But this is a cover. I am from Texas and I once had a very hard-core boss. He thinks I have the talent to be a good policeman and sent me here through my personal relationship."

What does Chekov care about? It is a record of excessive violence that has been used many times. This pressure will always follow him. When it is squeezed too much, it will become contempt for others, such as, "What's so great about you? Isn't it just that the files are cleaner?" This will directly cause his hostility to others. Especially after entering a strange environment, he will regard every gaze that he doesn't know yet as a contemptuous attitude, so he raises his head even more and never integrates with the current environment.

In this case, you must lower yourself first on the weekend. In fact, he himself is not standing very high, but doing so will show a kind of sincerity.

No one is a fool. The other party is clearly showing kindness and does not compete for control between partners. Why do you have to fight to the death if you fist at him?

Therefore, if you don’t fight, there will be no contradiction.

"Black Police?"

After Chekov's inquiry over the weekend, he nodded and said, "I have a bank card that has been inexplicably transferred to $20,000 so far. Now there is no other account in my other account that has more money than this, especially after I paid a bank loan. Because of this, I was targeted by the Texas Department of Interior and the prosecutors. Oh, by the way, you should have seen the Department of Interior appear in the Western Division this morning. I took the initiative to ask Preston to call them. I don't want to die on it."

"You said, should I be honest now?"

Chekov nodded in understanding and said nothing. He had endured everything he had to do on the weekend, especially when he was investigated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs: "The guys in the Ministry of Internal Affairs are just a bunch of bastards."

"You are right. If they dare to live in my jurisdiction, I will definitely post tickets to their car every day. The maximum amount!"

"ha!"

Hearing the weekend's response, Chekov laughed, and a very serious face began to melt.

"You're smiling so ugly." He joked while the iron was hot on the weekend?

Chekov laughed even happier: "Wow, it's much better than the group of people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs standing in front of you."

At this moment, it was time for them to open their hearts and talk about Chekov's mental state while hurting the Ministry of Internal Affairs. At this time, the uninvited guest arrived.

The Latino man in a black suit pushed open the KFC door and walked in, uninvited a chair and sat next to the weekend without anyone invited him, while placing a stack of documents there: "Weekend, I have some questions to ask you, alone." He glanced at Chekov with an extremely unfriendly look.

Chekov put down the burger in his hand and looked at him without even wiping the breadcrumbs at his mouth: "If you think there are still beds in the hospital today, I don't mind entertaining you, the guest."

"Chekov, I can handle all this, why don't you go to the car and wait for me?" He handed over the extra burger over the weekend: "This is our first trust between each other, right?"

Chekov didn't think he was really involved with anyone, but he was so hot about the weekend just now. It wouldn't be right if he didn't react when the other party was in a dilemma. After giving him a step over the weekend, he reached out to take the burger, picked up the Coke with his other hand and glared at the Latino after: "I'll wait for you in the car. Zhou, call me on the walkie-talkie whenever you happen."
Chapter completed!