What is justice?

Who can define justice?

There was no knife in this world that split justice and evil into two halves and divided them into two black and white areas. Most of the time, many people lived in a gray area of ​​confusion between black and white. While reaching out to touch the sin, they hoped that justice would never discover itself.

The blue raptor stopped on the side of the road in the middle of the night, like a fish bone piercing out of its body. At that time, Chekov turned slowly and looked at the back seat of the car...

I remember that he seemed to have such a picture in his mind, but it should be the scene where "Pu-King" heard a very annoying question during an interview with a reporter. At that time, even if Pu-King had not played any role in any horror movie, it was like a murderer on the big screen, as if he was born with a shocking power.

That's what Chekov is like now!

He didn't say anything, lowered his head and frowned slightly, and at an angle slightly downward and right, his face was as gloomy as the sky where there was no sun in the rainy season in the tropical rainforest. His cold eyes seemed to be the temperature that turned sharply when the sudden rain fell.

broken.

Before he could speak up in the weekend, Chekov opened his mouth and asked, "Angel, do you dare to go to court if you said something for you?"

"Of course I dare."

Angel responded with his neck raised and his head raised. She couldn't see the "flammable and explosive" label on Chekov.

Thanks to Zhouyue's quick eyes and hands, he quickly leaned over and pinched the car key and pulled it out. He even saw the flames ignited on Chekov's body rushing.

It was determined over the weekend that Angel was not a lie, and no one could make up a lie without loopholes in such a fast context. Angel had no reason to lie to them. There were many ways to voluntarily apply to go to prison. Frauding the police was the stupidest move, not to mention that Wood, who had not even been patrolled in the jurisdiction for a long time, and Vic and Lee, who were completely affiliated with two different jurisdictions, could be named.

"get off."

After opening the lock with the car key, he walked down from the Raptor on the weekend, and then he went around to Chekov's position. At present, he had to stop this guy who was not at all. Otherwise, if he rushed back to the Western Conference in anger, God knew how many people would be needed to subdue him without firing a shot.

"Calm down first." This was the first sentence he said after Chekov got off the car.

Before he could think of how to persuade the barbarian on the weekend, he had no excuse to stop any violence that might appear in Chekov's mind.

"How do you calm me down?" Chekov did not yell. He used his low voice and serious expression to prove that this inquiry was more powerful.

"Zhou, I know why you made me calm down. There is no evidence, right? I can't find any of the evidence-avoidance-condoms with guilt, maybe they are in a garbage dump; nor can I find any pavement monitoring that can confirm Angel's words. These bastards can't leave such obvious loopholes. Does this mean that I want to let them go?"

Chekov pointed his index finger at the windshield of the car and said, "Because people like Angel cannot gain the trust of the judge and the jury, can Wood and Miguel prove themselves innocent?"

"Why?!" Chekov gritted his teeth and forced this sentence from his teeth, and the veins on his face were jumping.

The weekend that clearly knows what the consequences will be brought by Chekov once he lets go continue to dissuade him: "Listen to me!"

"What world is this?" Chekov shook his hand in the void. How could he hear the weekend say? A person who has been in the police station to this point today has suppressed so much that he can't pour out!

"I once thought that when I became a policeman, I could ignore the complex relationships in the army and work hard. For this reason, I refused the security company's annual salary of 200,000 yuan and joined the police force. What's the result? Seven years have passed, and I always thought that I was sticking to justice. I firmly believed that even if I gritted my teeth, I had to bear it. Since I chose justice, it would be a day, an hour, a minute, or even a second, not justice. But what did I get?"

"What I got is that a rich man could bring six lawyers to ask me why his son was still interrupted when he was completely unable to resist, but no one ever put the young father who was smashed into the hospital with a bottle of wine and was still a vegetable in the internal hearing information!"

"And I! This policeman who thought he was just as good as a bad guy was kicked from one department to another for seven years. Every time he had to bow his head to my high-ranking father-in-law in this kind of shit incident to get the police badge back."

"Zhou, do you know, my high-ranking father-in-law told me that he stood in the wine cellar with a wine glass playing classical music, and told me that this was the last time."

"You chose Angel as an informant on the first day of my patrol in the Western Conference!"

"I! If you want the police badge, you must calm down as you say!"

"It's been seven years, and the seven years of police experience have allowed me to easily tell whether Angel's words are true or not, but I can only watch them, and they smiled and talked about kicking an idiot detective off the top."

“—u——k!!!”

bump.

Chekov kicked the tire with a kick. The muffled sound was like his mood, and he was looking forward to a burst of pleasure.

Walking over the weekend, standing opposite the man who was as steel as he had to bend, said, "I can understand you..."

He didn't listen. Chekov walked to the birds of prey, reached out and pulled open the car door, pulled Angel's arm and pulled her out of the car and said, "You go, it's not the gangster who makes you stand on the street, it's your poison-addiction; it's not money that can't get your children back to you, it's depravity. I can't help you, and no one in Los Angeles can help you."

"It's not someone else's fault, it's you, it's me, it's the arrogant people like this on weekends who always think about saying something when they are not strong enough. Who makes us always think that they are right?"

"Return his mother to not be responsible for his weakness!"

On the weekend, I thought I was imprisoning Chekov, but what I didn't expect was that when Chekov was burning with rage, he was about to use the flames to ignite the prairie fire, and several invisible chains popped out at the same time, ideals, jobs, wife, father-in-law... these chains will be locked in place in an instant.

At night, on the streets of the Wandering District of Los Angeles, on weekends, Chekov and Angel stood there and let the wind blow. The three of them were like dust in the dark, not very conspicuous during the day, and it was night now.

At that time, when listening to every word of Chekov flowing in his ears on weekends, it seemed that he had found a person in the same situation as himself in this world for the first time. Even if the other party did not express it so clearly, he could understand the meaning of the words.

Angel stood there at a loss, not knowing whether to leave indifferently or...

I took out my wallet on the weekend and took out all the cash and asked, "Is it enough? It should prevent you from being beaten today, right?"
Chapter completed!