At nine o'clock in the morning, when I sat alone in the police car on the side of the road on the weekend, the whole of Los Angeles was still in the wetness after the rain, and his mind was full of scenes after seeing Chekov this morning. Those scenes were lingering, and the words said from this fighting nation were deafening and sounding in his ears again and again. △↗,

Chekov wore a dirty police uniform and said to the weekend in the prisoner's custody room: "What am I wrong? In this city with a population of 18 million but only more than 10,000 policemen, some policemen risked their lives and sins in the rain of bullets, and some were as free and easy as Vick and Wood. But both of them got up the next day at the same time. The good police were dizzy and exhausted and did not have a good gun. Put on a bulletproof vest and repeat what they had done before over and over again. The bad police still wandered in every corner of the darkness of the neighborhood."

"Do you know why?"

"Because it's like sitting in the front row of the Las Vegas show to watch the most exciting performance in the world brought by Cirque du Soleil. You - he - mom - can watch blockbusters that Hollywood can't even shoot without going to the cinema! "

"Where are those bad policemen? They hang out with the black gang, prostitute, and girls, and raised their middle fingers at the policeman like me and shouted, "Silly!", right? At the end of each month, you are getting roughly the same salary. Maybe those bastards should have a higher salary level than you because of their seniority."

"When we are trapped in work, we experience the pain of our profession not saving the world at all. Looking at all the dark side of this world, we know that women are forced to rape - maybe just because they are beautiful, and men are killed just because people who are short of money think they are rich. But at this time the bad police around you are still greedy for something. At that time, you - he - mom - will be like me, and feel that after killing a few similar villains, you will be in a great mood!!"

Chekov spoke out the worldview of most policemen, and when he heard these words, he seemed to see a thunderbolt on a sunny day on the weekend.

Although he was unkind to let the two of them have made nearly a week's investigation results a credit to the police station, he still felt that such a person must exist on the weekend.

"Weekly, the Economic Crime Investigation Section of the Detective Bureau has arrived. Please go to the ** block to cooperate."

"Zhou. The Criminal Crime Investigation Department is in the ** neighborhood, please cooperate."

"The Anti-Black and Drug Enforcement Department is on the way to Jindian to investigate whether Jindian is related to the gang, please..."

On the weekend, I grabbed the walkie-talkie and said angrily: "I - he - mom - only one person, not even a police dog. How do you ask me to cooperate with the actions of the three departments?"

bump.

He threw the intercom on the seat and drove the police car to the gold shop. Today was destined to be a busy day, and he was so busy that he did not respond to the procedure of "** police officers are handling ** cases" on the weekend.

On the whole day, I didn’t even have a minute of free time, and ran to three scenes on the weekend, and met with the people who were responsible for monitoring the Jindian, following the Economic Crime Investigation Department to introduce the situation near the career introduction office, and then went to the city railway exit to meet with the people from the Crime Investigation Department. In the end, he classified all the information on his mobile phone and contributed the dark map.

On this weekend, except for the hamburger and a cup of coke in a fast food restaurant, driving around the block while eating, all the work was left.

When it was getting late, he held a police car to the police station and brought a bought dinner to the prisoner's detention room. When he saw Chekov, who had no psychological burden, he could still speak the words "Take me these things next time, remember to sprinkle more black pepper." He had never felt that he had before.

Chekov, this Russian brown bear, seems a little cute.

Bee, bee, bee.

The weekend phone rang on the way from the police station to Chinatown. After the call was connected, the voice of Carl, a black man who rarely hangs out with him, came over: "Chou, Carl."

"To be honest, I don't quite understand why I called this, but I still think I should tell you. Preston made the decision. After you left, he came back from the General Administration and felt like he was a resentful woman who was ravaged and beaten up... Let's organize the materials and prepare to sue Chekov."

"You must be kidding me." When I heard this on the weekend, I almost rear-ended a car that stopped normally after changing the lights on the way home. If I hadn't reacted in time and braked and shut down the driving bmw, I'd probably had already gotten out of the car and asked him to claim compensation.

Carl's voice was a little low: "Do you think Chekov's father-in-law still care about him? Chekov almost made trouble all the Los Angeles Police Department appear in the Western Conference for him. Preston was not being beaten into an ordinary police officer, and if no one stood up to take on this matter, do you think the Los Angeles media would let the authorities go?"

"Carl, you're still in the police station, aren't you?"

On the weekend, I drove the car to the door of my home in Chinatown. After parking the car, I quickly rushed upstairs. It was a three-story building that I lived on the top floor on the weekend.

"Are going home."

"Give me a minute and give me the phone number to Chekov."

Carl paused for a moment, and the footsteps sounded, and he seemed to be looking for a place where no one was: "You asked me to call Chekov at this time? Zhou, he is your partner, not mine, I can call you already..."

"When I owe you a favor, Carl, you have to help me."

Click.

I opened my door to my house on the weekend. When I stepped in, I didn’t even have time to close the door. I sat on the sofa and started looking at the only clue in the jurisdiction that did not appear on the dark map, which was all the information of the Mexican.

"week."

When Chekov's voice came, he said to the phone at the weekend: "Listen, now nothing is allowed to be expressed on his face. Every word I say next is very important."

"Um."

On the weekend, he asked, "The Western Conference plans to sue you."

"You mean, they are going to send me to prison as the boss?" Chekov was still joking, which proved that he was in a good mood.

Of course, if this brown bear is really in prison, as long as it is not beaten and killed by the crowd, it will definitely be the strongest person.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" asked on the weekend.

"What? Do you think the court will sentence me to death?"

"Qi, tell me what you want to eat tomorrow morning, and then, I will be a little busy these two days..."

Chekov had no intention of letting him finish his words, and gasped and cursed on the phone: "ye? When a patrolman told me that he was so busy that he could not even take care of his partner who was locked up in the same police station, I was really surprised. Zhou, I have never asked you to take care of me, remember? I understand that contacting me too frequently will cause you trouble. Go and do yours. I will applaud you when you get promoted and get rich in prison, and you are a slut!"

I want to say something obscure to Chekov... It's really hard to do. (To be continued.)
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