In the police station, Pablo, who is nearly fifty years old, was sitting in the office of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department, holding several important newspapers in Los Angeles, his smile became more and more sarcastic. All the articles in these newspapers criticized the worse and worse public security in Los Angeles. From the Cecil Hotel to the forced death of police officers, there were almost one case after another. Some newspapers even asked Pablo in the newspaper what the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department was doing.

"What am I doing? I'm sitting in the office. I feel relaxed every day and only see how you scold me, and then get my own salary at the end of the month. This easy job can bring me $103,480 a year."

Pablo is not Matthew. When he was dissatisfied with the reporter, he would at most curse at the newspaper that he would not say anything. Of course, he was not the soft-boy Preston. When he encountered a thing that was bullying him, this guy was the kind of guy who didn't say anything but was always dull and dull.

Bee, bee, bee.

When the phone rang in the office, Pablo picked up the phone and greeted him in Spanish: "Who is looking for me?"

"Hollywood Police Department caught someone bulk cargo in the Beverly Villa District?"

"Do we want to get a single shot? Do you still need to ask? How did I tell you?"

"You idiot, I didn't tell you not to cause trouble. I asked you to get that guy back and then find out a few stars who are taking drugs... Don't worry about public opinion. This is not what you, a police detective, should be in charge. No matter what happens, I will be scolded in the five-person group. I am also the one who signs the overtime pay document every month. Now, do you understand what I am talking about? Get the person back!"

Pablo is really not Preston. He dares to do it, is bold, and when something happens, he only says, "It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with my people." Then he stands there and is scolded with his head raised, and returns to be his mountain king. Perhaps Pablo is not the favorite of the five-member *oss, but, in terms of which department of the police detectives' department is the most popular. Pablo is definitely the first place, because since he has been the top leader in the anti-black and anti-drug department. No detective in this department has ever taken the blame even once.

When, when, when, when.

When the knock on the door sounded, Pablo, who had just made the decision, looked at the door of his office. He saw a patrolman in a police uniform standing there...

"You are?" Pablo asked.

"On the weekend of the Western Division Bureau, I have important information to interview you, but no one in your public office can ask me if you have time, so I can only come by myself."

Pablo looked out through the window and saw that there were no people in his public office area. After the meeting this morning, Pablo sent almost everyone under his command to the streets, and he wanted to tell those gang members who was the king of the street. This was his original words, the original words when he issued the order.

"On weekends, you should report any clues to your superiors first..."

"Nicholas. Private, I saw Nicholas."

When the weekend came, he stood at the door of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department of the Police Detective Department, facing the Latino who speaks Spanish and English in front of him. He wanted to solve all the troubles in this office.

"who?"

Pablo asked in surprise and said completely ignoring the rules: "Come in quickly." He had long forgotten what he had said: "Sit down and tell me what you know in detail."

I walked into the office on the weekend and pulled open the chair opposite Pablo's desk and said, "Privately, before I tell you this. I hope you can call the Forensic Department of the Police Department. Please ask the Forensic Department experts who are good at identifying - ice - poison - ingredients. Otherwise, you may ask a question mark in your heart if I say."

"You found the poisons?" Pablo said with his fingers rubbing his chin, "The West Division...the Wandering Area, where is the gathering place for these things...how many are there?"

"Half ton."

"What!"

Pablo stood up directly, sat down slowly, suddenly increased his overall speed and grabbed the phone and said, "Assessment Department? I am Pablo. I sent you experts who are good at asserting the forensics - ice - poison - ingredients, here, urgent matters!"

The appearance of the weekend was like Pablo's butt burning, and someone asked him to participate in the Ice Bucket Challenge. It was a rare feeling.

On the weekend opposite Pablo, he looked at the Latino man who looked slightly sturdy, wearing a shirt and tie and netting his shirt cuffs to his elbow and said, "That's it..."

He talked about how he became a partner with Chekov, how he looked for informants on the streets, and how Chekov fought against the Wood foursome and the clues provided by the informant were connected in a series of clues that night, he squatted alone at the door of Arturo's house. Speaking of this, the whole thing came to an abrupt end and he gently shut his mouth over the weekend.

"You mean, you saw Nicholas and heard his conversation with his son?"

“Not only that.”

"Why don't you continue to talk?" Pablo put one hand on the table, asking half of his body in a hurry. His eyes were staring at the weekend, hoping to penetrate his brain and see his memories.

When, when, when, when.

The knock on the door came again: "Private, do you need to analyze the - ice - poisonous ingredients?"

Pablo reached out and pointed, "Ask him."

At this time on the weekend, he said: "Privately, can you let this gentleman wait a little at the door? I have a few words, and I can only say to you."

Pablo took a look, and the forensic expert said tactfully, "Oh, you guys talk first, I'm at the door." He retreated and closed the door.

"Privately, I have to tell you that during the law enforcement period, I did something that the police shouldn't do, in order to make up for it... You won't believe what I did. Uh, I'll say these words later, and say what you know the most." The weekend was not kept in a trump card. "The next thing I want to tell you is very important. I discovered Arturo, the son of Nicholas, and learned that he not only was in Los Angeles, but also used money to buy a legal identity and half a ton of ice-poisoned hiding in Los Angeles!"

"I want to use these in exchange for a waiver."

Pablo is even more strange!

According to what the weekend said, he made great contributions when the entire Los Angeles Police Department was in dire straits, even if there was a place to play the edge in this case. Even if Arturo was admitted to the hospital in order to get clues on the weekend, half a ton of these charges - ice - poison - can be completely resolved once they are found. Matthew, who knows best who is the waste, will definitely sacrifice his life to protect the future of the patrolman in front of him. This is not simply excessive use of violence...

In this case, the patrolman actually asked for an exemption order. What did he do?

Pablo was in deep thought over the weekend. He reached out to take out two forms from his police uniform's pocket. One of them came from the Texas police and the other one had no signature or signature at all. However, the format of the two documents was completely different, and you could tell at a glance that it was not a copy.

This is the first trump card of the weekend.

"Privately, I was a policeman who was seconded from Montek to Los Angeles. When I was in Montek, I participated in the Mexican-Drug-Pharm-Transportation Line case. This one was the test report seized from Montek at that time; this one was found in the trash can in front of Arturo's house in Los Angeles. "He reached out to take out a crystal from another pocket and said, "Do you remember what I told you? Nicholas threw Arturo's goods into the trash can, which I got from. As for my identification procedure..." He said his identification procedure again over the weekend: "There is a real expert outside your door. Now, you can ask me if there are any mistakes in the experiment, and then handed the crystal to that gentleman to use your interpersonal relationships to perform the fastest forensics."

"In four hours, four hours, you will know the authenticity of my words."

Pablo took two reports and took a look. The extremely similar data made him fall into a huge mystery. In these two reports, ice-toxicity-the purity is only 1%, which is about the same as!

"Zhou, you must tell me why you must get the exemption order. As for the appraisal matter, I will ask someone to do it. Think about it, it will be good for you." Pablo walked out with the things he took out over the weekend, and followed the office door to find the forensics department staff sitting in front of his subordinate's desk, and asked in a low voice.

The Frankenstein of Forensics answered in detail, but every word from the other party made him look at the office more focused, because these words were said just now, and they did not have a bad step.

"Please trouble you."

Pablo handed the crystal to Frankenstein: "You have to assure me that you can get the test results and reports back as quickly as possible."

The moment he returned to his office again: "Zhou, have you thought about it?"

"I have thought about it, I want to have an exemption order. I can sign an exemption order with the names of Chekov and I. The exemption order must state that we will not be dismissed while signing the exemption order. We will still be able to keep our police badges and be exempted from the laws violated during the law enforcement period." After staying up for a day and a night on the weekend, my eyes were covered in blood and my body was extremely exhausted, so calm that it made people feel terrible: "Private, I know that only the signatures of the governor and the official can make the exemption order effective. I will not say a word except seeing the signatures of these two people. Of course, after this exemption order comes into effect, Arturo is yours, and half a ton of ice-toxicity is yours."

Pablo glared at the weekend and said, "I need to report on this matter."

What weight is the saving throw for half a ton of ice-toxic?

This kind of thing needs to be understood by Pablo, not to mention that it involves the signature of the governor and the official before it can take effect.
Chapter completed!