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Chapter 12: Chekov, who can screw everything up

Preston and the man in a suit both hung their smiles on their faces. Judging from their expressions, it was like the older generation always gave praise when the children in the family took out the test paper to show off their pride.¥f,

This is quite simple. When Preston constantly praises Chekov to prove his leadership ability, as long as Chekov shows a little regret, everything will be fine. If he knows how to be a human being, he should immediately admit that he was too reckless before and lift Preston up high and say a few good words. At that time, his father-in-law's remaining role must be to praise Chekov and finally matured, while showing that he would pay more attention to Preston in the future.

Then, after this night passed, Chekov immediately changed from a thorn to a popular man in Preston's eyes. Even if he didn't favor him, he had to flatter him. After all, there was a high-powered man standing behind you. However, the good environment that Chekov's father-in-law exchanged for him with just one empty word will become the support of the entire Western Conference. With this support, it is only a matter of time before this police uniform turns back into the police badge and casual clothes.

What a good situation.

After receiving the information sent from the weekend in the office, Chekov retried a photo of the gold shop from the information, and signaled to the two people in the room and said: "There are some problems in this gold shop. After investigation, they are selling stolen dens for robbing gold jewelry in the area. We have taken many photos of people who have contact with this store. After comparing it in the database, we found that all of these people have criminal records."

"Okay!" Preston climbed up at Chekov's rhythm: "Mr. Deputy Director, I always think Chekov is a very capable policeman. Unexpectedly, he can achieve results in such a short time."

"Qi, if you need anything during the investigation, you can come to my office and knock on the door. The Western Conference will become your strongest backing and support you at any time."

Compliment and encouragement?

Chekov was a little...unable to adapt. In the past seven years of becoming a policeman, he was shortly praised by his leader by his leader when he caught a prisoner. There was no encouragement. It seemed that this sense of accomplishment had never been experienced since the army came out.

The father-in-law was laughing and Preston was laughing. The smiles of these two people did not make people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, Chekov seemed to feel that he was valued.

Except for the early days when I switched departments with myself on weekends, no one has taken me so seriously.

"I have some information..." Before Chekov could finish speaking, Preston and his father-in-law looked at each other and extended their smile a little. When the atmosphere was just right, there was no reason to attack Chekov's emotions.

"This, this job introduction agency is a fraud insurance center..."

"This person, we have a photo of him putting his hand into someone else's wallet... I found it, it's this one..."

"He would always drive at the gate of the city railway after dark, and the person in the co-pilot would suddenly grab the single lady's bag that walked out of the city railway..."

Every time Chekov said Preston's smile would be withdrawn a little. When these words were finished, Preston had a dark face and no smile at all!

Preston is going crazy. He holds Chekov in his hand and talks with the leader of the Los Angeles Police Department. What do you mean by Chekov? The area governed by the Western Division is at least above the passing line before you come. After you come, everyone in the Western Division has become a waste? You have created so many criminals in your jurisdiction alone. Do you still need to see other jurisdictions?!!

"Enough." Chekov's father-in-law reached out to stop him.

Chekov didn't know the preciousness of the sentence "Stopped"? If he knew, how could there be so many records of excessive violence in the archives!

"The introduction was completed soon, and there were less than twenty people left, and these people were..."

Preston wants to break him now!

If the law is ignored, he will have already taken out his gun and pulled the trigger!

This is a dismantling. After the chef has been busy all day, you can get a full thirteen-course French meal. After you have eaten your fill, you take off your napkin after picking your teeth and take off your napkin without paying it. And you turn your face and scold the streets. Is this what you did?

"Stop talking!"

When Chekov's father-in-law saw Preston staring at his son-in-law with a murderous gaze, he shouted loudly. He could not understand how his daughter would fall in love with such an idiot. He also chose to marry this idiot.

It has been seven years, and in the past seven years, he has been transforming one department after another. Not only has he made no progress, but he has also made his boss unable to come to Taiwan in different ways... He is so angry that he doesn't know how to continue.

"What's wrong?" Chekov noticed that the sudden turn of emotions in the room came from the two people who were full of praise just now, but he didn't think he had done something wrong. Isn't this a discussion on work?

"Get out."

"What?"

"I'll let you get out!"

Chekov has always been embarrassed in front of his father-in-law. However, this is the first time he has been scolded so ruthlessly.

"Look at me what I'm doing! I'll let you bastard get out of this room and get out of this office!!"

At this moment, Preston could never say anything good to Chekov, especially when Chekov looked over in confusion, Preston's eyes could not directly shoot out two flames and lit him.

What's wrong?

Chekov knew that he cared about this last chance. Within more than a week when this opportunity came, he did not fight with anyone, did not fight with his colleagues, and never fought with his leaders. He patrolled the jurisdiction during the day, and stayed until three o'clock in the evening without paying overtime at night. How could he tell the situation that he had finally sorted out in a report form? He was so unforgivable!

In fact, if he reports these words alone to anyone, it will not cause trouble, but if these two people meet together, it will be a big problem.

There is a kind of person who never knows why others are annoyed him in his life. He is clearly working hard and striving to establish good relationships with everyone, but he is always unfriendly and questioned at work without reason. This kind of person first doubts the work environment, and secondly doubts everyone who questions himself. If he has a little extraordinary ability, he will never think that he has a problem, because so many people with personality succeed when they release their personality to the fullest, even the lady-gaga that always dresses himself up as a turkey, why can't he do it?

Chekov is such a person. He doesn't understand that those with very personalities need to encounter a complete era as a set-up. To put it more simply, you want to be as good as these people, but you have to stand on the waves and let the huge waves rolled up by the sea and wind directly push you to the top.

Chekov, who was buried in his heart, got up and left the office. With a tense face, he walked down the second floor stairs. When he went out, he began to curse: "Black-Police-Prostitute-You can not give money, but the serious police have to get out of the office. When did this world become like this? Do you want me to be like Wood, Vic, Miguel? I want me to try every means to squeeze black-Police-Prostitute-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police-Police

“f—u—c—k—temptation!!!”

Lightning slid past, and several policemen who had just come out of the parking lot and ran into the police station with their hats covering their hats and looked over when they heard Chekov's words, but at the end they actually stopped.

Vic, who was swearing and impulsive, walked over to Chekov first: "Hey, Siberian Big Stupid Bear, what did you say just now? Who is the black policeman!"

Miguel, Lee stood there, and Wood heard the quarrel and pushed open the police station door and stood there.

Chekov turned his head and looked at Vick in anger: "You!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!
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