"I may know those drugs..."

When Angel said this on the weekend, it was already the third day after he opened the "Sky Eye" for them. During these three days, they identified every landmark in the dark world.

Few people went in to buy gold and silver jewelry in that gold shop. After the person who went in secretly took photos with his mobile phone on the weekend, he could find criminal records in the person's information...

That job introduction agency is even more amazing. I checked the background of their introduction agency over the weekend and found that everyone who had an accident was in a company where Armenians were bosses. All of these bosses denied that it was an operational mistake and would rather work together with the insurance company to prove that the employee's work injury was for professionalism, neither overtime nor drinking or taking drugs that violated the regulations before work...

There is no need to check the streets of women. I saw them with my own eyes on the weekends, and there are those who thieves, those who squat at the entrance of the city to rob, and those who robbed construction materials in construction sites...

In just three days, only three days, I recorded seven videos in casual clothes on the weekend, took thirty-two photos related to Armenians, and even used the GPS navigation map in my car to create a dark map!

All of this is evidence that he took a secret photo after changing into casual clothes in the police car!

"Do you know those drugs?" Chekov asked angrily on the sofa in the room, because there were no most important Mexicans on this map on the weekend, and they even had a fight about it.

Under the light, there was a map on the coffee table. Chekov and Zhou sat on the sofa. Their butts were under the police uniforms, socks, and **. Chekov didn't think it was anything. He lifted his butt and sat there. He didn't complain about the word "dirty or messy". However, he couldn't stand the flaws in his weekend work and couldn't understand why there were no Mexicans on this map.

What made Zhou Xu feel relieved was that Chekov did not say a word to hurt his partner's feelings. He called Zhou Xu stupid like a pig. He actually forgot about the big fish. He also quarreled with him on weekends. The Mexican was not sure whether it was really as Angel said. The clues did not have enough evidence at that moment... Chekov was so angry that he slapped the table. He asked, "Angel's words were confirmed by 99%. Why can't he be blinded at that 1%?" He didn't say, "Do you want to take the credit for the whole person?"

Interestingly, I really didn't see even a slight doubt about myself on Chekov's face on the weekend.

"It's not what you think, do you understand? This is a Mexican, this is a drug, and once it is involved with these things, you must be very careful. Even if you report it to the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department, you have to provide real evidence."

What I told the truth on the weekend is that the patrol officer handles major cases. Unless the major case is an emergency, it happens that the patrol officer is next to him again, otherwise, this is called a crossover.

Chekov, who had a slanted look at the weekend, responded: "Don't you want to check?"

"How to check? Rush into his room and search it out indiscriminately? Do you believe it or not, as long as he is not an illegal immigrant, he dares to use a gun to break us all!"

The weekend added: "We will die in vain if we die at that time." Seeing that Chekov was about to stare at, as if he wanted to prove that his force would never let the operation get into trouble, the weekend asked another question: "The more critical question is. We really want to investigate this case. What should we do if we didn't find drugs in the Mexican home? I just got the opportunity to take the Los Angeles police next year during the secondment process. You finally settled for a week in the Western Conference... Not only did you want to talk to Preston about the education of children's crimes in the jurisdiction, but you also had to make such a big mess. Chek, before you were sure enough, it was not worth it."

"I want my police badge." Chekov said his expectation without any concealment, and his eyes ejaculated with an uncontrollable desire.

Who doesn't want it?

Zhou Zuo sighed silently in his heart and secretly said something Chekov couldn't hear at all.

"By the way, how did you know that group of poisons?" Chekov asked a question when he saw the atmosphere quickly transform from fiery to silence.

I laughed at the weekend: "I participated in a case when I was in Texas. When the whole case was finally found, I clearly pointed to a channel - fortune-telling - poison, and was forced to snatch it away. Until today, I don't know what direction the case was finally found, and those big masters would not report it to me."

He smiled a little bitterly. The shadows formed by his position and power not only pressed against Chekov, but also covered his head. This is not a story. There are many examples of existence in reality.

"You will check it out, I believe you will come up with a safer way." Chekov placed his hand on his shoulder and patted it gently.

Bee, bee, bee.

The phone rang suddenly, and the expression on Chekov's face changed when he took out the phone.

"Zhou, I'll leave first."

Looking at Chekov's face that was a little bit wrong over the weekend, he asked, "What happened?"

"The master from the five-person team went to the Western Conference, and I have to pick him up."

"What??!!" The weekend was a little surprised: "Why? You didn't do anything to make him lose face, how could it be?" What's the difference between this and a parent going to see a teacher to understand his children?

"He treated me as a child wearing diapers. Zhou, after making a plan to deal with the Mexican, call me and I'll wait for your news." Chekov said helplessly.

Chekov left and stared at the door in a daze over the weekend. It was hard for him to imagine how Chekov lived, and what was even harder to imagine what was about tonight.

Dark clouds gathered over Los Angeles. When he was attracted by a lightning flash over the weekend, he looked out the window as if he remembered the night at Monteck and the rainy night in the thunder of lightning. He had a bad premonition that night, he lost his first partner.

...

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a burst of laughter from the sheriff's office of the Western Division Bureau. Preston sat opposite a mature man in a suit and seemed a little restrained. This man had a significant impact on his future. Every word he said today is crucial. However, the man's son-in-law is now his policeman, a policeman who needs to worry about whether he will cause trouble.

"Preston, to be honest, today I mainly want to know how my son-in-law of the fighting nation is doing." Preston didn't speak, he knew that the other party had not finished speaking.

The man seemed to admire Preston's observation and nodded slowly and said, "Before he got into trouble, I heard countless praises to Chekov. You can't imagine how outrageous those words are, but he will still get into trouble. Preston, thank you for your coffee and your humor, but today I want to hear the truth."

Preston was a little embarrassed. He had praised Chekov for about five minutes. After coming to the Western Conference, he had a clear attitude of reforming after he came to Chekov's championship titles. Invisibly, he quietly left the other party with the impression that he was "his own leadership is good". As a result, this trick was seen through by the man at a glance, and he still exposed it without mercy.

"Uh~" Preston thought for a moment and said, "Chekov is a little arrogant. I just talked to him for ten minutes when he came to report. Apart from that, he had never talked to anyone in the police station, except for his partner..."

"Thank you, Preston, this is the best compliment I've heard this year."

Preston saw the other party clearly showing a relieved expression, and then heard "I really hope he can never cause trouble, are you right?"

"Preston, can I ask you to do me a favor? You are a person who knows how to contact people and a person who knows how to solve the case. I think you can teach Chekov how to get along with people on my behalf and teach him how to solve the case." The content of these words can be omitted to teach Chekov how to solve the case. If Chekov could restrain his temper, he would be the partner that any detective would want. Having this guy around him obviously added a bulletproof vest for himself.

Preston understood that the powerful Los Angeles Police Department's tyrant sent Chekov to him to learn how to deal with things!

What did he treat himself as? An official who only knows how to climb up? Not a policeman?

When, when, when, when.

"Please come in." Preston, who had just entered the contemplation and was awakened by the knock on the door, shouted.

Chekov walked in from outside and just asked casually: "I heard you laughing just now, why are you so happy to talk about?" This is a very ordinary sentence, but it's just ordinary.

"I hope Sheriff Preston teaches you how to solve the case."

"He agreed."

I am polite and have to be here on weekends. I can immediately hear that this is just to give Preston a face, the face that should have in front of my subordinates.

But Chekov wanted to prove himself too much, especially in front of his father-in-law: "Actually, I have also grasped some clues recently and will solve the case soon."

He just wanted to tell the man who once brought red wine to him for a last chance, Chekov was not a waste.

These words are nothing to say alone or together, but then, when the results are produced, it is a big deal.

"Is that true?"

"Preston didn't tell me this." The man sorted out his suit and faced Preston with a smile. The atmosphere in the office was very good, and even Preston was ready to accept praise from his superiors.

Chekov was about to show off his busy recent achievements, so he called the weekend and said, "Can you send me those videos and photos?"

Click!

When lightning slid across the window, thunder exploded! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!